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"I hate you!" Bella screamed at Edward's back, slamming the front door of their apartment.
She spun on her heel, marching through the living room to the kitchen. She slammed the cabinets open, grabbing a shot glass and the vodka.
"Stupid bastard." She snarled, furiously tipping the bottle, the vodka splashing over the sides, missing the glass, on to her hand and the counter. "Thinking he can…" She threw her head back, swallowing the shot, grimaced, and slammed the glass on the counter.
She repeated the process four more times before someone knocking on the door broke through her angry haze. She staggered to the door, drunk.
"What?" Bella snarled, yanking the door open. She staggered, using the door as leverage to keep herself standing, Alice glaring at her.
"You. Are pathetic." Alice snapped, storming past Bella
"Well, thanks." Bella snarled, slamming the door again.
"What do you think you're doing, Bella?" Alice asked, angrily, her heels clicking a furious tattoo across the tiled kitchen floor.
"Getting drunk." Bella growled, getting a funny look from Alice.
"I can see that." Alice snapped, glaring at Belle. "But what I can't figure out is why."
Bella gave Alice a stupid look. "As if you don't know." Bella mumbled, staggering away from the kitchen, rolling her eyes when Alice couldn't see.
"Where exactly, do you think you're going?" Alice snapped, following Bella to the study.
Alice stood in the doorway, watching Bella stagger across the room and pull a book off a shelf.
It was a miracle, Alice thought, that she hadn't killed herself yet.
Alice sighed, following Bella in when she plopped into one of the plush chairs in front of the red brick fireplace.
"What are you doing?" Alice sighed, standing over Bella.
Bella grinned up at Alice, flipping the old manuscript open. "I'm going to solve all my problems." Bella giggled, drunkenly.
"Oh really, and how, pray tell, are you going to do that?" Alice asked dryly, sitting on the arm of Bella's chair. "Doesn't it have an index?" Alice asked, watching Bella flip through the old, yellowed pages searching for something. Absently, Bella shook her head in the negative in response to Alice's question.
"This." Bella cried victoriously, pointing at, what looked to be a poem.
"What, exactly, is this?" Alice inquired, leaning forward to read the script only to have Bella pull it closer to her, bending her head to read the writing.
Alice sat back and harrumphed, crossing her arms, aggravated. "Are you going to tell me?" Alice demanded when Bella did nothing. Bella nodded in response, absorbed in the script, aggravating Alice further.
"Wishes make the heart come true,
life makes the soul soar,
Wind carries whispers," Alice stared at Bella, her mouth hanging open at the beautiful, haunting words coming out of Bella's mouth.
"To the heavens above.
Now send my prayers,
Join me with the elements,
With nature,
Let me escape from
This reckless life,
Let my soul be free.
Save me from myself,
Send my prayers to the heavens,
Let me be free." There was a crack of thunder, a flash of blinding light.
Bella was gone.
"Bella?" Alice called uncertainly, looking around the room. "Where are you?" Then she looked down at the chair.
Where Bella had been, now was a small, Beta Fish.