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-NWP

*Chapter One - Pain*

Bella POV

He's gone. Gone. The word repeating in my head.

Gone. Left alone with no heart, no soul. Gone. "It'll be like I never existed." but you did, you waltzed in, captured my heart only to destroy it. Gone.

Nothings right anymore, too many memories, too much pain.

I stumble back home only to come face to face with a very angry Charlie

"Isabella, where have you been? I've been worried sick."

I brush past him too numb to feel too numb to care. I hear him call my name but the sound of my dying heart over powers it.

Ascending ever so slowly, ever so fragile up the stairs to my room, stop mid step with one word in my mind.

Pain.

I turn and walk towards the bathroom.

Pain.

Closing and locking the door, i turn the faucet on to hot water.

Pain.

I open cabinets, searching for relief. I come across a box of double-edged razors.

Pain.

Any pain can be better than this hole in my chest where my heart should be. I step in the tub, fully clothed, close my eyes and drag a razor across my wrist.

Pain.

This new sensation, this new feeling unleashing a new side of me.

Pain.

Craving it. Addicted to it. Welcoming it.

Pain.

Bittersweet Pain

Laying back, sinking into the tub, the hot water giving me a pleasant sting. I close my eyes for what feels like five minutes only to be awakened by Charlie banging on the door,

"Bella? Bella are you ok? You've been in there for hours."

Hours? Have I really been in here that long? I look at the water it had a pink-ish tint to its usual clear color,

I drain the tub and unlock the door and opened it.

"God, Bella what happened?"

I look at my father, who looked into my eyes and gasped

"Bella?"

I walked around him to my room. I open my palm and saw it and im reminded of it.

Pain.

I pull up my sleeves and notice cuts, not just one but ten cuts each marking my wrist from left to right ten perfect lines. I change my clothes, crawl under my blanket and let sleep consume me.

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