hope u like it , i don ' t own twilight .
Bella sat in her room. She was thinking of Edward, naturally. But not ... kind thoughts.
Her fingers traced her new scars on her wrist. He caused them. He caused her to do this.
Bella weeped on her bed. She watched with teary eyes her open window.
"Please... Please, come back!" She bawled.
As soon as she realized he never would come back, she went into the kitchen. Charlie had left. Hunt a bear, or something.
She went straight to the counter, pulled herself up onto it.
Her hand automatically went to the knives.
Her teary eyes watched and devoured the sight of her blood, which Edward had claimed to crave so much, travel down her arm.
Charlie had come home right then. Sent to the hospital. Bella tripped, apparently.
But Bella knew better than that. After all , she was the one that had cut the gash and smiled.
Years Later.....
Bella drove through the ice like it was no problem. No problem at all....
But as she saw the granite, she thought she saw Edward, and evry time she saw it, she considered letting the trees and her car and her soul clash together.
But she was better than when He left.
She could say His name. She could laugh about Him. She could do everything that mentioned Him.... except think about Him.
That was aginst the rules. She couldn't think of Him. She couldn't.
She was listening to music. Light, slow music, but it was still music. Charlie considered it an improvement. But he doesn't see the scars she gets every week or so.
As the car became near to where she was heading, she stopped and got out.
She stood by the observation road, watched the mountains sit. Lucky. They could sit, not worry about anything except global warming and whether the mountain beside it was going to erupt or not.
Bella breathed in fresh air. It smelled of honey. But she was going to change that, right?
She shivered. She shivered, because she felt the coldness of the knife touch her fingertips as she pulled it out of her purse. She shivered, because the honey scent reminded her of Edward. He'd called me 'honey', he'd been so sweet....
Bella gripped the black handle of the sharp, sharp blade.
As she watched the blood drip, she saw hazel eyes, fearful, fighting, and then nothing.....
I no , emo . but i ' m surrprisd she didn ' t do tht in the book . . . . . am i the only 1 ?