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BOV

"How long do I have?" I said looking down at my lap, too afraid to look him in his eyes. I heard him sigh "Bella, there are a number of things you can do… I can put you on a transplant list and—" I looked up into his green eyes.

"What so I can have false hope. Carlisle we both know that it would be a waste of time. Even if you did use your power to put me at the top of the transplant list there are plenty of other people who deserve a heart more than me.

Children who need to be able to grow old and see the world, I can't steal there life so that I can live, plus we don't even know if it would be a success." I heard him sigh "Bella, It could work we don't know until we try. I'm the best heart surgeon in the country… probably in the world and I think you have a chance."

I sighed looking away from his face. "How long Carlisle?" The room was silent for what seemed like forever. Finally I heard the words that told me my fate. "A year…maybe longer… But Bella I know that if you just let me—"

I shook my head "No, I couldn't go through all of that hoping that someone will die so that I can live."

I looked up to the man who'd become like a second father to me, and I saw the pain in his eyes. "I'm okay with dyeing. I've had a good twenty one years and I may make it to twenty two. I'm okay with it."

I said looking him in his eyes willing him to believe me. I saw his eyes began to tear up "Bella Please just let me help. Let me do something… "He said sounding like he was desperate. I smiled a sad smile at him as I got up from the hospital bed.

"You can do one thing for me….don't tell anyone… not even Esme , I don't want anyone to look at me any different. I want to live my last year doing things I always wanted to do. Not with everyone being worried about me."

He was shaking his head before I even finished talking. "Please Carlisle don't tell anyone." He still was shaking his head "Bella I can't hide something like this … you shouldn't ask me to."

I felt anger hit me "Dr. Cullen you're not in the position to be able to tell them. You may be like a father to me. But right now you're my doctor and you can't tell anyone what's in my file." I saw his shoulder's sag but he didn't speak.

"I've got to go Carlisle. Tell Esme I said hi." I said walking passed him and out the door. When I finally got to my car I finally let go.

The tears started to fall freely. I was dying. Ever second I get closer to death. There was nothing I could do. I don't even remember driving home or getting out my car and going in the house.

When I walked into my apartment I went straight for the big bottle of vodka.

I opened the clear bottle of sanctuary and almost thought about getting a cup. But thought better of it and brought the bottle to my lips. I felt almost better feeling it burn my throat.

I sat on my kitchen floor with the bottle in my hand drinking from it till it burned too much then stopping for a moment then drinking from it again. I began to wonder what Alice would have them put on me for my funeral.

I laughed at that thought.

I can see her trying to tell them to put me in some pink dress. She'd probably demand that she help with my makeup. I bet Emmett would get up on stage saying something corny like that even though Isabella swan is gone her swan if flying to a better place.

I started to laugh harder at the thought. I laughed till the next thing I knew I wasn't laughing I was sobbing.

It hit me then I wasn't going to be able to grow old with a husband. I wasn't going to be able tell my husband id never let him touch me again while I had our first baby. I wasn't going to getting married.

I brought the bottle to my lips only to find it was empty. I looked at the bottle in amazement. That I actually drank the whole thing, the next thing I knew it was broken in pieces on the other side of the kitchen.

It was broken like me, and it couldn't be fixed. I crawled over to the broken class. Maybe it could be fixed.

Carlisle was saying stuff today that should give you hope. It could be a bottle again, it can be fixed. I thought picking up pieced and trying to stick them together.

I could feel pain but I continued to try to fix the bottle. I let out a sob as I looked at my bloody hands. I smelled the mix between iron and rust and the next thing I know everything went black.

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