I stood in horror, watching as the bottle rolled across the table, almost in slow motion towards me. I watched as the little white pills ricocheted around in the small beaker like glass.

'Why?' I managed to croak out, unable to truly think about what was going on, what was happening.

'Don't tell. Please, I am begging you. Please.' she whispered so low that I barely heard the words tumbling out of her mouth, her eyes rimmed with tears that I would not let fall.

I saw her hand reach out to cup my face, it lay there for a few seconds before I pulled my face away from her hold.

'Why, Bella?' I repeated the question more forcibly, challenging her to evade the truth any longer. I held her gaze, her brown eyes locked on my own green ones.

'You don't get it, how could you?' I could see her chewing at her cheek, so much pressure I was sure she could taste her own salty blood, rolling down her tongue. 'you're perfect, nothing ever gets screwed up in your life.'

I could see the tears gathering faster, soon they would fall. I couldn't let them. I dropped my eyes from her own penetrating stares and instead took in the clenched fists that lay stiffly by her sides.

'What's going on, Bells?' Once she was crying she wouldn't say anything, I knew her well enough to know she would rebuild the walls thicker and taller then before if she realised she was giving away her weakness. I needed her to talk before she cried, or she would avoid me for days, weeks even. By then it might be too late.

'It's my fault, you know? She left because of me, I was a burden, too stifling. I was asking for too much.' I watched her choke on every word before finding the will to get them out of her mouth.

'Bull shit. The only thing you asked for is a mother, she's the burden.' I tried to reason with her. She clapped her hands over her ears to bloke out my voice. Shaking her head as if trying to rid herself of water in the ears.

'No. No. No. No! Shut up, shut up, shut up. Please.' Now she was trembling, each shake tearing my heart that much further.

'You're safe here. You're safe with me.' I grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her face. Forcing her into my chest, breathing in my scent. I wrapped my arms around her trembling body, stilling her motion. At least buried in my arms she couldn't see the tears I shed for her, for us.

I could feel the damp on my shirt. My time was nearly up.

I brought her face gently to mine, placing one soft, innocent kiss to her fore head. How could she not see that I loved her with all I had, if not more? I could feel her pulling against my embrace, tugging away from me.

My time was up.

'I love you, you know? And I will always be here.' I felt her stiffen before again resuming her game of tug-o-war.

I watched as her tears were violently swept away from her face by her delicate little hand. I could see so plainly that she was hurting herself. Killing herself.

Slowly the walls grew, before engulfing her little frame in their bricks and stones. I only hoped that she knew I would be here if ever she needed me. For now all I could do was wait.

A/N-

And that is what you get when you sit me down in front of a depressingly romantic, yet creepy, murder investigation. Wanted it to be more angst, but what the hey. Hope you enjoyed reading it.