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From a young age, Bella had been aware that she was not quite normal. Other little girls used their innocently wide eyes and adorable little pouts to get what they wanted. But not Bella, she used her words. Those were her weapons. There was no whine or pleading tone to her voice. And she certainly didn't bat her lashes or, in her older years, push out her meagre breasts to get what her heart desired. No, all Bella had to do was ask.
At five years old she asked her daddy, "Daddy, I don't like mommy anymore. Make her go away, please." And by the end of the week Charlie had kicked Renee out.
At eight years old she asked her third grade teacher, "Why do I have to look after that smelly hamster? Why do we even need a class pet? Maybe you should just get rid of it." So Mr Whitman took Harry the hamster home and fed him to his cat.
At fourteen years old she didn't like that Lauren Mallory was getting all of the attention from the new boy. "Why don't you go play in traffic, Lauren?" And later that day Lauren did just that. They could only identify her by her dental records. With a smile on her dangerous lips, she asked the new boy, "Edward, why are you crying? She wasn't a nice person, I think you should stop." And just like that the tears in Edward's grass green eyes dried up.
At fifteen years old she was becoming increasingly frustrated that Edward had yet to kiss her. They'd held hands and cuddled a little but Bella was ready to move things forward. "Kiss me, Edward." Bella closed her eyes and puckered her lips slightly. The softness of Edward's lips sent a thrill through her body. Her nerves sparked with pleasure as she felt his tongue flick against her lower lip. Bella completely lost her breath as she opened her mouth to Edward and felt his love pour from his soul into hers.
At eighteen years old she asked Edward, "Make love to me, Edward. I want you to love me." And it was beautiful and tender. The whole night was full of gentle caresses and sweet words of love.
At twenty-six years old she was boiling with jealousy whenever Edward would talk about his co-worker. She hated the way his eyes lit up with glee whenever Tanya was mentioned. So Bella called Tanya and asked her in the most polite way possible to, "go away and die, please." And not two seconds after ending the call, Tanya leapt from her twenty-second story tall building's roof.
When Edward heard the news it didn't surprise him. He sighed in resignation; he always knew it would come to this. So with a heavy heart and sadness in his soul, Edward closed his eyes and took his own life. As the blood drained from his wrists he smiled. He was free from her words. Finally, peace.