-- Through heaven and hell --
A/N - ello! well thank you for deciding to read my story... this is my first fanfic so im honored! also I would like to warn you before hand, the beginning will be a bit slow, but don't worry it'll be interesting kays? Thanks again for reading "through heaven and hell" -kara m. hale
Disclaimer - I do NOT own the plot of twilight or any of its original characters. I do not claim anything that isn't mine.
Chapter one: changes for the better... and for the worse
--Bella's pov--
"I want to know if Edward left you alone out there in the middle of the woods," Charlie insisted. His name sent another wave of torture through me. I shook my head, frantic, desperate to escape the pain.
"It was my fault. He left me right there on the trail, in sight of the house... but I tried to follow him." Charlie started to say something; childishly, I covered my ears. "I can't talk about this anymore, Dad. I want to go to my room." Before he could answer, I scrambled up from the couch and lurched my way up the stairs.
Someone had been in the house to leave a note for Charlie, a note that would lead him to find me. From the minute I realized this, a horrible suspicion began to grow in my head. I rushed to my room, shutting and locking the door behind me before I ran to the CD player by my bed.
Everything looked exactly the same as id left it. I pressed down on the top of the CD player. The latch unhooked and the lid slowly swung open. It was empty. The album Renee had given me sat on the floor beside the bed, just where id put it last. I lifted the front cover with a shaking hand. I didn't have to flip any further than the first page. The little metal corners no longer held a picture in place. The page was blank except for my own handwriting scrawled across the bottom:
Edward Cullen, Charlie's kitchen, Sept. 13th.
I stopped there. I was sure that he would have been very thorough. It will be as if I never existed, he'd promised me.
I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under.
I did not resurface.
--Three weeks later--
I reluctantly opened my eyes and rolled over to my side. A wave of nausea swept over me and I tried to fight against it, I had been sick ever since he left... and that was almost three weeks ago. When another wave of nausea washed over me I jumped up from my bed and dashed towards the bathroom. My stomach heaved right when I reached the toilet, so I sank onto my knees on the bathroom floor and let my stomach empty its contents into the ceramic bowl.
After I was pretty sure I wouldn't throw up everywhere, I stood shakily and walked to the bathroom door, I walked into the hallway to see Charlie staring at me with worry filling his eyes.
"Bells, you've been really sick for awhile now. Imp taking you to the doctor today." I didn't even protest, I really felt awful, so I nodded weakly and made my way back to my room. I stumbled over to my bed and collapsed onto the mattress, I sighed and let my eyes close, hoping for the escape of unconsciousness.
Of course, I didn't get my wish, I stayed completely conscious and continued to suffer from the overwhelming nausea and my aching muscles. I watched the clock and when five minutes had passed Charlie walked into my room and to my bedside, "Bells, baby, do you think you can walk?" I nodded my head weakly and slowly stood up from the bed, I barely managed to take two steps before I saw my bedroom floor rushing towards my face.
Charlie caught me at the last second, stumbling a bit as he caught my weight, before he picked me up and cradled me carefully in his arms. "Ill take that as a 'no' Bells." He chuckled as he walked down the stairs, but when he reached the front door he struggled a bit to lock the front door and close it while keeping me safely in his arms.
Finally the house was secure and Charlie and I were buckled into the cruiser. Charlie started driving and we sat in complete silence, an agonized; pained silence on my part, and a worried; concerned silence on Charlie's. He pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and parked the cruiser close to the front doors of the building. He quickly got out and ran over to my side, he opened my door but I ignored him and got out on my own.
I briskly walked through the doors to the hospital and sat down in one of the padded chairs in the lobby. Charlie wasn't that far behind me and he signed in at the front desk, and after the nurse handed him some paper work he sat beside me. I automatically took the papers from him and began filling them out, it was all basic information. Name, age, parents, ect. I filled the paper work quickly and handed them back to Charlie, he smiled gratefully at me before returning the files back to the nurse at the desk.
I sighed a bit as I glanced around the familiar hospital, the nausea was passing and all that really bothered me were my aching muscles, and I was so tired it was pathetic. I hadn't been sleeping well since he left and I had nightmares every single night, I often started screaming in my sleep, waking myself up by the piercing sounds. I leaned back against the chair and closed my eyes, I think sleep deprivation was more to blame than some 'illness' I supposedly had, but I sat still and waited for the doctor to call me back. I wasn't really here for my own benefit, the only reason I had come willingly was that Charlie was beyond worried about my health... that and I did feel completely awful earlier this morning.
Charlie sat dutifully at my side and constantly shot worried glances at me before returning his gaze to the door where the doctor would come to retrieve me. We sat in complete silence until Dr. Gerandy walked through the door, an automatic smile crossing his face as he saw me and Charlie, but the smile looked reserved and professional instead of friendly and welcoming. I silently stood to my feet and Charlie scrambled to his feet, making sure I could stand on my own.
I shot him a reassuring smile as I walked towards Dr. Gerandy, "Hello." My greeting wasn't to warm, but the fact that I was in a hospital was getting to me and I was slightly annoyed.
"Hello Isabella, how are you feeling?" I opened my mouth to answer his question but Charlie hurried to answer for me, "Doctor, she's been ill lately... I'm worried." I glared briefly at my father before turning back to Dr. Gerandy. He looked me over and no doubt saw the dark shadows under my eyes, or the fact that every movement was slow and pained.
He frowned slightly, "Isabella... follow me." And without another word he turned and retreated back through the door he had come in through. I turned to my dad, "Dad, wait here okay? I'm fine." I assured him before he could protest, reluctantly, he nodded and walked over to the chair he was sitting in earlier. I sighed and walked through the door after Dr. Gerandy, I wasn't sure what news he would give me, but I had a feeling it wouldn't be good.
Well there's chapter one. I know the beginning was sort of a bore, since it was just a piece of new moon, but don't worry information there is very important so bear with me all right? What do you think is wrong with Bella? Or is something right with her? Oh and please review, it took me forever to get the idea, and then to get it started, and then to type it all. So spare a few seconds and review? pretteh pwease with a Cullen on top? winks anyways, you'll be rewarded if you review! Love you all! - kara marie hale