I unfortunately do not own Twilight or any of it's characters. Stephanie Meyer does.
Bleed It Out
Preface
It has been what seems like forever since The Cullens left Forks. And it seems even longer since my love, Edward left with them. But the one thing that didn't leave with him was me. He told me in the woods that he didn't love me anymore; I was nothing to him. There was nothing to do now. He was my life and soul; I couldn't live on without him. But I didn't want to truly die. I imagined what would happen if I did die; René and Charlie, crying their eyes out, my friends from school heartbroken and sad. My new best friend Jacob; heartbroken also. But it ends with Jacob. I can never picture the Cullens there. When they left on a last minute notice, I assumed that they didn't care about me anymore. I was snapped out of these thoughts when I heard Charlie in his room arguing with someone on the phone. I didn't care to listen to it. I heard the argument too many times; we argued, my mother and him argued and I'm not too sure who else, if there was anyone else, who argued about me being like this since Edward left. "Shut up!" I yelled, wanting him to stop talking about him, Edward. I couldn't take this anymore, all it was with Charlie was "Get over Edward," "He's not coming back," "Bella you need to move on," I held my head in anger, frustration and in sadness. I wanted to scream but I knew Charlie would come in and suspect something was wrong and it would be the whole Edward talk all over again. I got up from my desk, locked my door and sat back down on the chair. I opened the bottom drawer of the wooden desk and pulled out a small box that was decorated with purple lilies on the cover and it said a prayer. The cover was right in some way, I always though. Lilies' usually symbolized death, which some days I wish would come more than others. I took out a broken piece of mirror that I had broken a week ago by accident; I had bumped into it while I was picking up my room. I kept it in the box, jus tin case. I took out a small bottle of alcohol and some cotton balls, just in case something happens again. I slowly rolled up my left sleeve of my long sleeved shirt, it hurt a bit but I continued to slide the fabric up my arm till my arm was fully visible. I heard Charlie yell on the phone again. I eagerly picked up the sharpened edged, broken mirror and gently slide it across the pale skin that didn't have a scare on it already. I shuddered a bit as I felt the warm liquid rush out onto my cold skin. It comforted me in a weird way though, I took a deep inhale breathe and let it out, not wanting to take in the smell of the rust and salt that was coming out on my arm. I let it come out; slowly like molasses being poured out of the bottle. At this point in time, I felt no pain what so ever. Because right now it was slowly making its way out of me and down onto the floor.