A/N: depressing short story cause I got bored...
Disclaimer- i don't own twilight
Bella POV
It started out only once or twice, a small cut here some blood drops there, i never meant for it to become a problem. And yet here I am sitting on my bedroom floor, staring at that shiny
metal blade that holds the power to take all my pain away. A single question runs over and over through my mind...Why?
I quickly picked up the blade, letting the cool metal slide along my palm. Without as much as a flinch i ran the blade along my arm from my wrist to my elbow, watching as the blood ran in
small rivers down my arms. While staring I found myself asking that question again...Why?
Well the answer can be summed up in two words Edward Cullen. I debated almost daily if i had a right to be mad at him for leaving or if I should be grateful that he ended it before we
were married and he was cheating on me. And even though I hate myself for it I just can't bring myself to stop loving him. I often wonder why I chose cutting and not drugs or alcohol,
maybe in some sick way I though that this would probably be the best way to remember him. I mean what better way is there than blood and all, he did always say how sweet by blood
smelled. Oh well least I got over my fear of blood.
The blood had begun to stop and the burning sensation started, I just laid back against the bottom of my bed a sighed. As I examined both my arms I began to look at the many line both
old and new that lined my arms. Some just strait lines other formed words that I could no longer make out because they had long since been covered.
The house was eerily silent, it just hadn't been that same since Charlie had died, he was shot while on duty, but hey "lucky" me being eighteen and responsible they decided to let me live
here. Alone. You can see how well that turned out. Although if you were to ask any of my friends or neighbours they would all tell you that i seemed fine, as it would seem my lying had
improved also.
I couldn't bring myself to even wrap my arms anymore, I just climbed onto my bed and got lost in thought ...
Flashback (One year ago)...
"Bella I don't love you anymore"
"I and my family are leaving"
"You won't ever see or hear from me again"
End Flashback
Those sentences replayed in my head in an almost constant reel, I know I might not have been the prettiest girl out there or the smartest but I thought we had something, but apparently
not. I felt tears leak slowly down my cheek, but could not be bothered to do anything about it. I could feel myself getting dizzy, weather it was from the blood loss, lack of sleep or not
eating I couldn't be sure but I welcomed the darkness as it consumed me.
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