A/n: Ok so this is just a simple thing I thought up while reading a VERY depressing book so don't hate me for this! But if you like or even don't like this story, then check out my other ones!
Disclaimer: No, for the record I sadly do NOT own Twilight or the character Bella.
Bella's POV
As I lay there, I had a feeling that more time was passing then I realized. (page 74 of new moon 1st sentence) I couldn't help myself. I knew it was bad, but I had to get the feeling out of me. Of betrayal. Of loneliness. Of hurt. If being hunted by James taught me one thing, it was this: NEVER leave home without a lighter.
I reached into my jeans pocket. My hands were shaky when I finally managed to get a hold of the lighter. I tried to flick it on, and after a couple tries, the flame came ablaze. The light was blinding, but it was also covering my thoughts of HIM. I grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought it close to my face. I brought the lighter closer to my hair. Suddenly it reached my damp hair and flickered, but it didn't go out.
I watched, as the burning flame slowly caught onto my hair. At first it was only burning the ends, but slowly it kept creeping up, farther and farther. A slow grin spread across my face, but the pain still wouldn't go away. I let go of the lighter and let it fall onto the leaves.
I started groping the ground, for anything and everything I could find. I couldn't, just couldn't get the image of HIM out of my mind. Suddenly I felt something metal of the ground. I reached for it with trembling fingers, not moving incase it wasn't it. I grabbed it and slowly brought it closer to my eyes. It was it. I had found the best thing in the world right now.
I flicked and open and waited to see the moon reflecting off of it, but it didn't. Only then did I notice there was no moon. It was a complete new moon. I then brought the nice closer and closer to my wrist. My skin, usually so white, and yet all I could see was the blue pulse of my veins. I had to do it before I chickened out. This was the only way to forget about him.
I put the blade up to my wrist. I take one last calming breath and press down slightly. I didn't feel anything, so I pressed down a little bit harder. That did it. I could feel the stinging pain before I smelt the blood raise on my skin. I moved the blade away and dropped it onto the forest ground. What had I done to myself. I could see then thin line of blood, now forming itself on the surface of my wrist.
I shouldn't have done that. The pain was agonizing! What had I done! I slowly slipped into an unconscious state of mind.
I don't know how long later, but I awoke to people calling my name.
A/n: Like I said, I was reading a VERY depressing book! Please review! And I don't care whether your flaming my story or not!