Abandoned
I used to love Edward Cullen. I think, even when he came back, a part of me did love him. But most of me hated him. Edward took her away from me. She just wasn't the same when he left. She became… A shell. It's such a hackneyed line, but she died when he left. The third day, I told her to call me. So I sat, all weekend, I sat by the phone and waited. I kept my cell phone charged and waited. Too long. Had she abandoned me? Had she forgotten? Did he break her too much for me to mend? I waited every day and night for her to call me.
Isabella Marie Swan. I was the first person to befriend her… And then he took her from me. I had to pretend I liked Edward; I had to pretend I was fine with him taking her from me… But I wasn't.
How am I supposed to deal with this?
I can't reach Bella.
I can't get to her.
She's locked her heart away.
She's hiding in a shell.
She doesn't exist.
What happened to my Bella?
Mi Belle, as the Italians would say.
Bella was untouchable the moment Edward left. She was off limits. I had nowhere to run, no one to turn to.
He completely destroyed her.
So here I sit, waiting for her to call me. Had she abandoned me? Had she forgotten? Yes. She abandoned me in the sea called love. Yes, she forgot me in the boat called obsession. Yes, he broke her beyond repair. But worst of all…
I felt… She wouldn't answer… It hurt… It cut, I couldn't breathe… I felt…. So… I felt….
Abandoned.