Stiches.
Chapter one- The unforgettable hurt.
Everyone gets lost at some point in their lives, and when the sun feathers the horizon, a hero gallops along the fence of reality and faith, to sweep you off your feet. At the end of the ride there is always a seductive scene to make even the purest soul shiver with wanton. Every child of the Lord has the chance to be saved .They were all lost. They all got found. But Bella won't.
She, still laying on the damp forest floor was proof of that. No hero had swarmed in. No vampire either. Not even a small creature to identify the sobbing girl outside their burrow. Not even popped a head out. Though suppose they had probably left long ago, when her voice was not as hoarse and her cries where louder. She had scared them away like every other living creature in her life.
Edward. She could only think of his name. A face to the voice would bring to much pain into her, already bruised and broken soul. Edward had left. The slight breeze he made as he departed still lingers around her body, like a scarf that isn't tied tight enough. She could feel it ever so gently slipping of her curled body .He had promised never to leave. He had said she infatuated him. Yet at the sight of a future together, he turned a corner and didn't return.
Jacob. He was her sun. He warmed her cold heart when the she needed the heat the most. He let her ruin his shirts as she cried each and every tear her eyes had to offer. He was a friendly soul that she most desperately needed. Yet as her need for him greatened life saw it fit to rip away the only stitching in her heart. His pack, his brothers, her friends, had shown up at her door only 4 hours prior to the rain that now drips on her mangled hair, and had forbid her from seeing them again. Any of them. He had found someone else, they said. A nice Quileute girl named Mae. It was his imprint. She was no longer needed.
A howl in the distance brought her out of her dreamless sleep. If you could call it sleep. A wolf was out. She felt if God wanted to be really kind, it would be a wild animal looking for a meal, and she would happily offer herself up on a plate with pepper. But then again life was hard. She of all people knew that.
