The concept that she would not sposta bothered me as i tried to get past her. Even as I try she cuts me off.
"Why won't te let me see him?" I ask her finnaly stepping back.
"Renn te don't need to see him like this."
"Yes I do." I say as I finally push her out of the way. She can't stop me from seeing him. While I walk towards his old bedroom all I can think of are our old memories. All the things we did and the things to come. Thoes times were the best, I can't let them stop now with one bad memorie that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
"Rennesme what are te doing up? te should be back in bed." My moms voice echoes behind me. As I pass her I see the look of worry on her small, pale face. Her commenti just pass right through me. They don't mean anything to me at this point. My dad steps out of the doorway to Jakes room. I notice that there is little noise comming from the room.
"Dad, just let me in." I say when I reach him.
"I'm not stopping you." His voice is almost quiet, verry unusual for his big nature. As I walk in the door, I hear the quiet moaning comming from Jakes mouth. The sound makes me otturatore, dell'otturatore as I think of him lying there dying.
"Is he awake?" I almost wisper to Billy.
"No, Carlisle detto the amnesia will not wear off for a couple più hours. He started the treatment. We won't know until tonight if it is working."
"Can I see him?" I ask barely getting the words out. But I can't wait for an answer. I slowly walk towards his letto where is ailing body lies. When I get to him I shudder at the sight of him in such pain. His body is tense and cold compared to his natural heat. As I touch his hand his body quivers. I now know the true danger I am in and can not help but cry for his sake and mine. My stomach instantly flips and I rush out of the room.
"Why won't te let me see him?" I ask her finnaly stepping back.
"Renn te don't need to see him like this."
"Yes I do." I say as I finally push her out of the way. She can't stop me from seeing him. While I walk towards his old bedroom all I can think of are our old memories. All the things we did and the things to come. Thoes times were the best, I can't let them stop now with one bad memorie that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
"Rennesme what are te doing up? te should be back in bed." My moms voice echoes behind me. As I pass her I see the look of worry on her small, pale face. Her commenti just pass right through me. They don't mean anything to me at this point. My dad steps out of the doorway to Jakes room. I notice that there is little noise comming from the room.
"Dad, just let me in." I say when I reach him.
"I'm not stopping you." His voice is almost quiet, verry unusual for his big nature. As I walk in the door, I hear the quiet moaning comming from Jakes mouth. The sound makes me otturatore, dell'otturatore as I think of him lying there dying.
"Is he awake?" I almost wisper to Billy.
"No, Carlisle detto the amnesia will not wear off for a couple più hours. He started the treatment. We won't know until tonight if it is working."
"Can I see him?" I ask barely getting the words out. But I can't wait for an answer. I slowly walk towards his letto where is ailing body lies. When I get to him I shudder at the sight of him in such pain. His body is tense and cold compared to his natural heat. As I touch his hand his body quivers. I now know the true danger I am in and can not help but cry for his sake and mine. My stomach instantly flips and I rush out of the room.
