A/N Ok so I may have gone crazy but I decided to reflect some of my life into Bella's life.
This is a month after Edward left Bella and she is in a hell of a lot more depression than in New Moon.
Please R&R
Clover
Bella Swan
"He left me," was all I could say. That and simple, blatant "yes' and "no". No conversation could be held with my lips. The lips he kissed. And with that final though I broke into my normal choking sobs.
"I loved him,and that filthy liar took advantage of me," I said through tears at the now broken mirror. I threw my hairbrush at the small mirror in my room to get the glass. Now my wrists were flowing with the blood that apparently sang forhim.
"La tua cantante, Aro, la tua cantante," I whispered at my gushing wrists. My heart began to pound when my wrists bled longer than normal. I simply switched to my legs next. Dragging the glass down the length of my thigh and calve. With a broken sigh my leg began to bleed as well.
"Bella?" Jacob. It was my best friend. I hadn't spoken to him in awhile and I actually forgot about him. Now my thoughts were constantly filled with pain and him.
"I'll be out in a minute or two," I called hoping for the bleeding to stop quickly. I couldn't stand for Jacob to see me like this. Not only would it hurt me, it would hurt him too.
"Bella, please come out now," Charlie pleaded with me. When I didn't respond I heard him sigh and trudge down the steps. Jacob cleared his throat at me.
"Dammit! Have some frigging patience!"
"Bella, I can smell the blood. Stop. Before I open this door."
"It's locked you idiot."
"Fine. I'll break it down and Charlie will see what you have been doing to yourself," his voice threatened me. He was quiet and concerned but, I no longer cared. I was broken. Broken like a shattered mirror or a bone that has been crushed under the tire of a car. Hiscar. I broke into complete tremors of pain and fear. I looked in the mirror to see I was as pale as—no I wouldn't think it, but I did—a vampire. I lost a lot of blood this time and lost all the color I ever had. Now it was at my feet in a pan.
"I'm coming Jacob, let me get some decent clothes on," I replied dully. I grabbed a black tank top and a pair of grey pajama pants. I dumped the spilt blood down the bath drain and washed it down with cold water. I opened the door to Jacob's tearing face.
"Bella," was all he could whisper. I bowed my head. Upset and ashamed he had to see me like this. I lost it.
"I am so sorry Jacob! You can't imagine pain, no one could. And I didn't want you to see me like this...ever," I sobbed into his shoulder. He just held me close to him as a few silent tears raced down his russet skin. I looked up at him, turns out, it was the last thing I saw for a week.
-----3 days later-----
Jacob Black
She is still asleep. The doctor doesn't know when Bella, this angel, will wake up. She is sickly pale and the purple under her eyes now look a yellowish green color. Almost the way a bruise looks.
"Wake up Bella. Don't let yourself give up now," I whispered in to her hair. I couldn't stand the fact that she might die because of him. I will kill him. Whether Edward Cullen is a vampire or not.
He. Will. Die.
-----4 days later-----
Jacob Black
"Holy mother of God! She moved her hand! Bella! Bella, angel, wake up, please wake up," I said in a decently loud tone. Loud enough to get the nurse walking by to stop. I glanced at the young nurse as she shuffled quickly to get the doctor but, I quickly returned my gaze at the stirring Bella.
"Edward," was the only word she spoke out loud and then she burst into tears. I wrapped my arms around the broken angel. I began singing a lullaby to help quiet her.
Tears, don't let em' fall
Sleep, Sleep
Forget get it all
Sleep, Sleep
Hear this call
Sleep, Sleep
Keep standing tall
Sleep, Sleep
Forget it all
Sleep, Sleep
"Jacob?"
"Yes, I'm here my angel,"
"I think...I think I love...you," she whispered to me. But she seemed almost...afraid to say it. She refuses to let that filthy leech go. My heart flew though.
"I know that I love you, Bella," I whispered in her hair. Then she went limp in my arms. My heart skipped a beat. Was she dead? Then she made the slightest little noise. Her breathe came back steady and she snored a little. She began talking, in her sleep.
"Jacob...My Jacob...He left me...," she winced when she mentioned anything about him when she was awake, but even as the angel slept she shuddered at the notion of his being. Then she said something that surprised me.
"I was a child and he was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was my than love, I and my Jacob Black," had she been reading Poe lately? I didn't think so but, with how reserved and depressed she's been, God only knows.
This poor angel. My poor angel. The one the Devil decided to play with and to break. She was an angel with broken wings and a torn heart. Would I be the one the splint her broken wings and to stitch up her torn heart? I want to be. Now will this girl--this angel--let me? Only time will tell. I slowly bent to kiss her forehead. And with the lightest tough of my boiling skin, she woke up.
"Jacob? Jacob," she sighed heavily.
"Angel, I mean Bella, I'm here sweetheart,"
"What happened to me? Where am I?"
"Your at the hospital," she winced but I continued, "You cut too deep and lost too much blood. You passed out and have been out for a week."
"Oh no," was all she said then I could smell that sickly sweet smell that only belonged to a vampire.
Bella Swan
The only thoughts that came into my head when that face peered around the corner was to run and get away.
"Oh no," was all I could get out before Jacob flared his nostrils. No doubt inhaling the scent of the blood sucker that was about to cross the threshold into my hospital room.