The Cullen Project *Editing*

Chapter 6

Deathly pale skin.

Their skin wasn't pale like my mother's, or mine for that matter, it was ghastly. You didn't see skin like that on anyone except for corpses. I shuddered at the thought. But despite their ghastly skin, they were still beautiful.

Dark circles under eyes.

The circles made them look as if they were suffering from several sleepless nights. They weren't extremely noticeable, but you could see them if you looked. I also remembered that they all weren't exactly the same shade. Some of the circles were more faded than others.

Dark eyes.

All of their eyes were almost black, despite the range in hair color. But like the dark circles, some of their eyes were slightly lighter than the others. It was odd though-I could've sworn my father had gold eyes...

Not eating.

Alright, so that one wasn't so mysterious, but I put it on the list just to make it and even five. I sighed, and closed the book. As the dreams continued, I would keep adding to the list.

Moving on to the next dream was a bit harder. Why would my father hide the pictures, tickets, and CD if it caused him so much pain? I could see it now...him kneeling on the floor...his chest heaving with dry sobs. While it was still clearly in my head, I sketched that scene as well. It was a tough one to do...I wanted to capture every detail. The pattern of the floor, the box with the things in it, the precise way he was kneeling on the floor, the way his hair fell in his face as poured his heart out...

I stared down at the finished project. It was good. My sketches have never been this good before...not even the ones I make for art shows. It must be that I have much more heart put into it. The dream still confused me, but I eventually came up with somewhat of an explanation. My father was hiding the box full of memories of him from my mother. But why?

I also remembered how quickly he perched up as if he heard something, and dashed out of the room at lightning speed. He obviously was abnormally fast, just like I was. But his seemed different...much more controlled, but also much faster than what I could do. Flipping back to my list, I added:

Super speed.

I remembered how he'd waited, and then my mom's truck had pulled up. It was as if he'd actually heard the truck coming...but that seemed a little farfetched. But then again...nothing seemed to be normal anymore. I added it to the list.

Super hearing.

What I still didn't understand was why my father had left Grandpa a note signing it with Bella's name, when he was the one that actually wrote it. And how they were both so tense while they were staring at each other outside. Her eyes told me that she knew something was coming, and his eyes said everything. He was going to do something he really wished he didn't have to, something he really didn't have to do, but he was choosing to. And that's when it hit me. He was leaving. In just two dreams, I'd seen the first time they'd ever met, and the last time they saw each other.

I should have been angry. I should have been upset with him...I should have been mad that he left. My mother had to have been pregnant with me already, how could he leave her like that? I told myself that he couldn't have known...my mother didn't even know. I couldn't blame him for that. I should have been angry, but somehow I wasn't. I wasn't mad that he left, just simply curious. I wanted to know why? And what had gone wrong? I was however, angry that he hurt my mother.

I finally came to my third and most recent dream. The first part of it was lovely...seeing my mother and I together and happy was nice. The second part though, the part with the strange man, seemed important. I took out another blank sheet to sketch his face. He was frightening on paper too. After thinking a while, I decided he might have played a part in my mother's disappearance/death. I also noticed that appearance-wise, he was very similar to the Cullens. He had ghastly skin if possible, even more pale and chalky looking, dark circles underneath of his eyes, and inhuman beauty. The only difference was that his eyes were bright red.

Thinking of my dreams, I noticed changes in my mother. They were slight, but they also made a big difference. I started to sketch her as I saw her in my first dream, and then as I saw her in my last dream. In the first picture, she was softer. Her chocolate eyes were soft and wide, and she looked very fragile. In the second picture, she was much more striking....her features much sharper than before. The biggest difference was her eyes. In this picture, they were gold.

I checked the clock on my phone, and saw it was about time to head back. I didn't want to worry Grandpa, and I had to be at the library by one. I smiled to myself while I ran home. I was productive this morning, and I'd remembered something else:

I might actually find out more about my family today.

I might find out who I am.