It was two days after Emmett's accident. He still wasn't over it, he felt like he was a monster. All the things he کہا before, that this wasn't so bad, that this all was kind of "funny", took he back. He hated this life, and he hated hisself. Carlisle, Esme, Edward, and I, all we tried to cheer him up, that it was okay, that it was natural. But all the time he didn't wanted to listen. It was like he didn't excist. That our life was back to before Emmett came in the family. And that hurt me. A lot.
I knocked on the door. It was my turn to try to cheer Emmett up, to say that it was okay. I hoped...
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