Now-A-Days
The day is still imprinted perfectly in my mind, wrapped around everything I felt. The anger, the pain, the love, the hurt. Everything was still just as fresh and ripe as it was when it happened. The pounding in my ears, the ripping in my chest, and the little voice in my head that kept repeating the same line over and over again. 'I told you so, I told you so, I told you so,' the same line that has been on mute since the first day I saw him. 'He never loved you, never will,' all my suspicions and fears brought to new heights when he said the words that killed me the most. 'Bella, I don't want you to come with me,' they stung and hurt to the point that I couldn't breathe, I couldn't find enough oxygen. 'You're not good for me, Bella,' not good enough, I'm not good enough. 'Goodbye, Bella, take care of yourself,' I said goodbye to many things that day, and lost even more. I lost my power to love, my timidness, and my first and only love. I sent my goodbye's to Edward Mason Cullen, the small amount of friends I gained, to the small dreary town of Fork's. I said goodbye to Isabella Marie Swan and hello to the new me. The me that's gone to California. The one that's never coming back.