{Important Info}When a new idea strikes, I can't help but giving it more thought. I've read countless stories on Bella being sick when Edward returns and though I can see this as becoming slightly over-used, I couldn't help but add to this growing amount of fandom. I knew the basics on Cancer and yet still, I realized that I was hardly capable of writing a story from my background knowledge alone. I spent countless hours researching forms of cancer, their causes, the possible treatments, the affects...basically, everything I could get my hands on. Cancer is extremely important, and there's still many people who haven't enough knowledge about the subject. If you were to ask me about cancer all I could tell you was that I had heard about "lung and breast cancer." This may or may not, be true for you, but I also wanted to spread awareness for another type of cancer; something I had never heard of until last night. If you have any questions about cancer in general, I would strongly reccommend you to check out the 'American Cancer Society.'
{Story Info}As for the story, I would like to state that I'm not exactly fond of this chapter. I know where I'm going with this story and I know that it will improve over time, but I have no way of proving that to you; all I can ask is that you bear with me through the next two/three chapters, before deciding whether or not you like it. I will upload quickly this time, though I would highly apprecriate everyone's reviews. Now that I've practically written a novel here before actaully getting to the story though, I would just like to thank you for bearing with me this far and now...go ahead and read! XD
{BPOV}
I sat on the cold ground of our meadow, remembering what it had been like when it was filled with happiness. Times had been hard for Charlie and I knew that my current situation wasn't making out to be any easier but I could hope. Laurent had found me here once, who was to say that Victoria wouldn't be just as lucky? All I had to do was wait and surely, my luck would catch up to me.
Tears glided down my cheeks as my body racked with silent sobs. Remembering what the doctor had said-his words turning my world upside down until it all came crashing back at me. Ovarian Cancer had never been something that I heard about frequently, nor was it something I ever expected to learn about in depth.
Renee had practically feinted from the news. It didn't matter that she didn't cry in front of me. I knew her well enough to know that the running water in the bathroom was her way of hiding her tears. For Charlie, it never seemed like the news had processed. He worked extra hours and though I knew he was taking a beating, I couldn't find it in me to make it any easier.
Why was this taking so long? Victoria was supposed to find me! She wanted to kill me; she wanted to make me suffer. The last part didn't matter much anymore. I knew that I was already suffering and that was nothing compared to what was to come once I made my decision on treatments.
My fingers clutched at the grass beneath me even as I became violently ill. "Bella?" The velvet voice seemed stronger than before-more present-though still nothing more than a figment of my imagination.
I didn't bother to turn in the direction it had come from; I already knew what I would find there. Instead, I drug myself further away. I was hurting, but for once, I didn't want to face my imagined Edward.
"Oh, god, Bella; what happened to you?" This wasn't right. His voice was thickly coated in terror and false sorrow. Only, this time, my imagined Edward knelt beside me, brushing my hair from my face.
"Please, don't touch me." I whispered. I knew that I wanted to feel his touch again, but all the same, it would kill me when I realized he wasn't real. He drew his hand back though his eyes were truly agonized.
"Let me take you to Carlisle, he can help you." Edward suggested feebly, though I was shaking my head before he had finished.
"What? Now I'm going to start imagining Carlisle too? And, what happens when I imagine everyone? Do you really think that's going to change anything? Do you really believe that my imagination is going to help me?" I muttered. My voice was thick from crying, making my words sound like I were choking on them.
"Love, you're not imagining this. I couldn't live without you any longer." Internally, I scoffed at that last part; I was truly going to tear myself up one of these days, "Charlie's been searching for you." He murmured. Charlie. Surely Charlie would matter to me if nothing else did.
"I don't believe you. Charlie's working overtime and you don't want me. What reason would you have to come back?" Edward sighed dramatically.
"We can argue about your sanity on the matter later. As of now, I'm taking you to Carlisle; you look awful." I snorted.
"What?"
"You have no idea." I answered simply before darkness overcame me.
I awoke in a room full of familiar vampires and a laugh tore through my lips; it had taken me long enough, but I had finally lost my sanity.
"Love, how do you feel?" Edward murmured as he tried to pull back my hair. I pulled away again, shaking my head.
"I really did it this time. I've completely lost my hold on sanity." I laughed. Edward's hand clamped onto my shoulder and I shuttered from the unfamiliar chill that it brought to my heated skin.
"Bella, really! We've all come back. This is real-I'm real- and you haven't lost your sanity." I shook under his hold. Realizing this, Edward drew back, though he still knelt at my side.
"How can this be real?" I asked, more to myself, than actually expecting an answer.
"I missed you too much to stay away." Again, I snickered. Edward sighed, "What is it this time?"
"I hardly doubt you missed me. If this is real," I said as I stared into the depths of his topaz eyes, "Then you only came back out of guilt and if that's the truth, then I don't want you here. So, either you're real and are here because you feel bad, or you're a figment of my imagination."
"Why on Earth, would you believe that I came back out of guilt?"
"Because, you heard that I had cancer and you felt bad that you left me here, torn up and grieving because you were gone." Edward stiffened, refusing to breath, as his eyes seemed to glaze over. My heart rate accelerated as I considered what this meant.
"…Victoria…?" I asked, though it was barely audible to even my own ears. Alice shook beside Edward. No, if this were Victoria, then they would have been preparing themselves for the attack; that left only one possibility, though I refused to believe it.
"You…I mean…You didn't…know?" There didn't seem to be an answer forth-coming as I stood to leave. I reached the door before Edward stood blocking my exit.
"Bella," He sounded so tormented, so broken…so helpless, that I didn't know how to reply. He cleared his throat and tried again, "Bella, I didn't know." I rolled my eyes before brushing past him and exiting the house; of course he knew.
It really agravates me that I have to write this story without an editing program. I would love nothing more than to write a moving story that truly sheads light onto just how serious cancer is and yet, I know there are countless mistakes in my writing. I'm finally starting to understand how to get my program up and running again-provided that my computer doesn't freeze, that is-the next chapter should be at least ten times better. Please, please, please, review! I'd love to hear what you have to say and if you have any ideas for what you think should happen next.