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"Bella's getting married."
The words rang in my ears, fresh out of my mother's mouth. What did she mean? Me? Getting married? That had to be a joke.
I pressed my ear against the living room door, and listened harder.
I heard Charlie sigh.
"Does she really?" he asked warily.
My mom was silent for a moment, before she whispered, "Yes."
Right then and there, my world shattered.
I could tell they were serious. They had been acting strangely for the past 4 weeks. My parents had been tenser… more cautious around me.
What was this? Seriously! What the hell where they talking about?! Me, getting married?! I was only 17, for heavens sake! Oh, no, no! This was a joke; this had to be! They had to be kidding me!
Infuriated, I burst into the living room, my eyes brimming with anger-indulged tears.
"Tell me you're not serious!" I begged, my parents staring at me in wide surprise, "Tell me it's a joke. That you were rehearsing for a play or something! Tell me!"
They just stared sadly at me. Then my father spoke.
"Bells, sweetie, I thought you were at Angela's…"
He trailed off when I glared at him.
"Oh, don't you dare change the god-damn subject! Tell me!"
My parents exchanged a look; a look that said everything.
Oh, this was unbearable! Unjust! This had to be criminal, cause it was certainly evil! My breath hitched in my throat, and I gasped.
"Bella? Bella!" my mother shouted in alarm, jumping up from the couch to stand by me.
My breathing turned to gasping, and I clutched my chest in support. There was no support. Of course not. My life was ruined. I might as well be dead.
"Oh, Bella!" my mother yelled, and then screamed, "Charlie, oh Charlie, take her to the hospital now!"
Charlie jumped up from his seat, while Renee frantically blew air into my face.
It was really hard to breathe now. Extremely hard.
My instincts told me to breathe, and I inhaled desperately, but my lungs didn't want to cooperate. As soon as the air entered, they blew it back out again.
"Mom!" I gasped, "I can't breathe!"
And then everything went black.
There was a song. A faraway tune. Yes, that was it. I could hear it now, even when my eyes couldn't see. I had gotten accustomed to the darkness; it was only expected in death. Yes, death was dark. Oh, but there was a song…
Something warm brushed against my subconscious. Or was it cold? The song, the wonderful tune that I had heard just a second ago was distant now; almost gone. No! It couldn't be gone! I needed something. Something other than the dark. I searched for that song again, but it had disappeared.