She was lost. Not in the woods, but permanently lost. Nothing would bring her back. Lost.
Bella was sick. And tired. There were dark circles under her eyes as she stood before her death; she had made such a mistake. How could she be so stupid? Jacob was her friend and she had failed him.
"Bella, you betrayed the werewolves. Why?" Bella stood there, immobile. She felt ready to faint on the hard ground. Flashbacks raced through her mind.
"Sir, there he is. Jacob Black. He's the one who killed that man."
"Jacob, I'm sorry!"
"Whatever, Bella. You will pay for this, I swear!!"
"No!!!"
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH"
"Goodbye, Bella. We'll just see if you wake up this time."
"No, Jacob, please."
"Will Edward find you this time, Isabella Swan?"
"Jacob, he will, and he'll kill you."
"We'll have to see about that won't we, Bella. Sam here will take care of him. Now, you'll have to pay for your vicious little backstab."
"Jacob, no don't do this to me."
"Who would ever find out, huh?"
"Jake, I was a fool. But we were friends, remember?"
"No. No, Bella. We were never friends. Now, you will feel the stab. It will be over in a second."
"Jacob Black, I swear-
"On what?"
"Jacob, don't do it. He will hunt you down."
"Too bad, now shut up so we can get on with it. Your dear Edward will search, but he will never find a girl as melodramatic as you!"
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllppppppppppppppppppppppp"