So here's a story I recently adopted from TopazEyes137. She wrote the first chapters but couldn't go on... So, I offered to adopt the story.I just changed some minor details ;D
She's a great writer and I loved the story as I read it.
Hope you Like it.
BPOV
When you first wake up everything is scattered and hazy and it takes a minute or two for your brain to figure out what's happening, to gather your surroundings and decide what to do next.
Waking up really sucks sometimes. Especially if you're me, Bella Swan, a girl whose mystical boyfriend, Edward Cullen had dumped her three months ago. A girl who was left behind, the girl he would never see again, the girl that gave him her heart but he decided to return it, the girl that loved him and he didn't love back.
He gave my heart back, but it didn't want to come to me again, it left with him, following him, leaving me with a deep hole within my chest.
Yes, waking up and remembering your boyfriend left you and that every minute without him your chest feels like it has a huge hole in it can ruin your day before it even starts.
He left me, he didn't love me anymore.
About a couple of weeks after he left the shock had worn off and I had time to dissect our conversation in the woods. I was of course not happy with what I had discovered. What a lying, bloodsucking bastard!
He had led me on for months, used me and played with my feelings and emotions when he had no such feelings towards me. He played with me, he made fall into a illusion, it had never made sense to me, that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but I trusted him when he told me otherwise. I trusted him and he betrayed my trust, he made me fall just to watch me as I sank.
What pissed me off the most was not just his lying, but also that even if he lied to me, I would have fallen for him anyways, I would be in the exact same situation, I loved him, I love him, I would love him no matter what.
What the hell was wrong with me?
What kind of girl loves the boy that lied and left her in the woods? I'll tell you, a girl who has problems, that's who.
I looked back to the past weeks, entire months I had spent in a zombie-like state. I remembered nothing about those months, they were just a blur, time had passed by and I just stood there watching it leave, just as I watched him leave and did nothing to stop him, I couldn't, I just froze as the words he told me sunk.
He doesn't want me, he didn't love me, I wasn't good enough for him.
Well this crying and moping around ends here.
I'm not going to let him ruin my life. I might never get over him, but I can still live my life the best way I can. I still have my friends and Charlie.
I rose from my bed, where I had spent most of my time, crying until I fell asleep. Sleeping until the nightmares hit me and I woke up again, to continue with my crying.
No more crying.
He promised that everything would return to be the way they were before he showed up in my life, that it would be as if he never existed, but he was wrong. He got rid of the obvious stuff, the presents, things that I got from him or his family. But there was so much more, he couldn't take away the , memories, he couldn't erase the feeling of his touch or his smell that still wandered in the background of my head, mocking me, showing me what I once had and would never be able to even see again.
First things first, I need to get rid of everything that has some connection towards him or his family. Walking to my closet I opened it up and began grabbing objects left and right. His favorite color on me was blue.
Everything blue has got to go. I made a pile of everything blue and turned back to my closet.
The clothes and shoes Alice had bought me were next. Another pile was made.
And finally, everything I had worn around him, everything that he complimented me on, everything, anything, the smallest detail, nothing could remain, I would reduce the pain to the least possible.
What was left of my closet was not much. I decided a shopping trip was in order. Great, I thought shopping, its my favorite thing to do. I bit back a sarcastic laugh.
Damn, I've changed a lot. I guess anyone in my position would change though. I'm not the only one that has gone through this. Well, beside the part about him being a vampire.
I went downstairs and picked up some trash bags and went back upstairs to fill them with my clothes, shoes, etc… Carrying the bags to put downstairs, I started to walk towards my door. Before I could make it there though I tripped on something and crashed down hard on the wooden floor. My bags flew from my hands and landed softly, but my landing was hardly soft. I had fallen on my knees and my face had connected with the floor. I turned on my stomach and cursed for a few minutes, glad that Charlie was away fishing with Billy to notice my extreme fall and the curses I was spewing out of my mouth, a sailor would had gone on mute with my colorful expressiveness.
Getting my self up took awhile, but I did it. I gathered my clothes that had fallen out of my bags and put them back in. When I had finished that I turned around to find what I had tripped over. At first I didn't see anything, but my hard wood floor, but looking more carefully I could see one of my floorboards had risen up off the floor somewhat.
I got down on my hands and knees that were still throbbing and crawled slowly towards the loose floorboard. Reaching the floorboard I grabbed one side of it and pulled upwards. Nothing happened. Trying again I pulled again. Nothing. Frustrated I got up and stared at it, it's just a stupid loose floorboard, I reminded myself, it made me trip.
I got angry by the thought and as sentimental as I had been feeling I put my foot on top of it trying to make it go back to its place. When it didn't go back I growled, getting mad at it and at my lack of strength.
Okay you little piece of… Oh my god, where's my profanity filter? I couldn't care less, I would make this change, I won't be the same Isabella Swan anymore, there won't be any traces left of that shattered past, I will forget about everything that happened, because, right now, my life depends on that. Right now, if I don't find a way out, any way out, I'm just going to collapse.
I won't get on that half-coma state anymore; everyone got affected by that, my dad, my friends, I.
The change is necessary. My change comes now.
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hahahaha... hey by the way, I got into a One Shot contest... I had to write a story based on a song that I was assigned.
I got: How will I know.
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