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I threw the door open so hard the panels of glass shattered. Shards fell from the top of the door like rain and scattered around my feet, and then I heard it, the sound that would haunt me for the rest of eternity, a scream that echoed through every corner of the studio,piercing and desperate, Bella's scream. The next second I was I was in front of him, the monster bending over her, my Bella, as she lay on the floor like a broken doll, a porcelain figure thrown carelessly among shards of mirrored glass. It was like a tragic tableau on a museum wall, heartbreaking and untouchable. The monster turned to me slowly, leisurely, with that look on his face like a horrific mask; it was a look of utter triumph. He has gotten what he wanted. The monster smiled and a drop of sickly venom dripped from his barred teeth.
My reverie faded. I still couldn't get that look out of my mind, it was branded into my thoughts, a blight covering all of those beautiful memories Bella and I had created together, a wildfire rampaging through every happy memory and leaving nothing of the beauty it had defiled but ashes and dust. It was like a movie that ran over and over in my mind and I would never find rest from it, could never escape the horrid truth that followed me everywhere: I had utterly failed her.
I was in Bella's hospital room, it was nearly the third day since the…incident, and she was still unconscious. There was a part of me didn't want her to wake up yet. If the memories I suffered with were painful, then I couldn't imagine the ones she would have to face when she woke. I didn't want to have to see her feel any more pain because of my stupidity. As she lay there quietly on the bed she had a peaceful air about her, and it made her features all the more beautiful. The slightly upward curve of her lips was nothing short of breathtaking. The irony pierced me, she was the most beautiful when I didn't touch her, didn't corrupt her with my unholy existence, and yet it was then that I longed to touch her the most, when she was unpolluted by my filthy hands stained with years of blood and sin. Her innocence gave her a beauty I had only dreamed about. When she told me she was afraid I wasn't real, that I might disappear, I almost laughed because she didn't know that I had thought the same thing so many times. It was as though, the moment I let my fingers brush against her cheek she might disappear into the wind. I reached out and touched her face gently, she turned over and sighed in her sleep contentedly. I laid her hand back down to rest. Maybe this is the way it's supposed to be, I thought, maybe if I wasn't there to ruin her waking hours, maybe she'd be gifted with this solace she found in sleep. I picked up her carefully wrapped hand kissed it gently. If I didn't exist still, then Bella could be safe and happy as she is now, every memory of me and all the pain I had given her drenched and diluted with morphine till it was bleached from the walls of her mind, just blissful, dreamless sleep…
The door opened softly and Alice's scent wafted into the room. I didn't bother moving; it wasn't as if I could fool her into thinking I was asleep. She came behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder, I turned and looked up at her but nothing could have prepared me for the expression on her face; she looked so sad. I had never seen Alice truly sad, afraid or melancholy, yes, but now her face echoed with an ancient sadness that I had seen reflected back at me so many times in the mirror. But there was something else, something only Alice could understand, a deepness to the solemnity that laced over her sprightly features, a tragic puzzle that had finally been completed. Without thinking I stood quickly to embrace my sister but she pulled away when I tried to touch her, pushing against me half-heartedly, I was stronger than her even when she wasn't upset and quickly but gently pulled her into an embrace. I felt her shaking softly as she rested her head against my shoulder. I knew if she could she would have been crying for a very long time. I held her tightly for a while without asking her why she was in such a state when she slipped something hard and smooth into my hand. I stepped back to look at the object, it was a black tape, unlabeled though I knew exactly where it had come from. I could only view the object of my sister's torment with fierce contempt. We had all decided that Alice should be the first one to watch the tape from the studio and when she felt ready for the rest of us to see it she would let us. I looked up at her to meet her eyes and she looked like her heart was breaking, "I'm so sorry, Edward. I don't want you to watch this, but I know you have to..." I nodded, I had both desired and dreaded seeing it but now that the time came I couldn't feel anything, my entire body went numb. I looked over at Bella sleeping soundly, Alice smiled, "She won't wake up till you're back, I saw her wake and you were right beside her" I nodded and looked down at the tape. Alice tousled my hair affectionately, "It'll be okay, Brother", she smiled at me for a moment and then she was gone.
I sighed and leaned over Bella's bed andgently kissed her on the cheek, "Wait for me," I whispered before leaving as fast as I could, hoping that if Iran fast enough maybeI could catch the wind.
