A/N: WARNING: BELLA LOVERS SHOULD AVOID READING THIS STORY AT ALL COSTS!
On the other hand, Bella haters should most definitely read this story.
This story is a remake of the break-up scene in New Moon. It's really short, but it was kinda hard to expand.
"It'll be like we never existed."
The words echoed in my mind. I was still shocked by the situation I had found myself in. Edward and his family were... leaving? Without me? Well, I knew that Edward would react hugely to my birthday-party-gone-wrong, but wasn't this... over-reacting? ... This was totally over-reacting! Why did Edward have to be so freaking protective of me? ... Is he leaving because he's sick of rescuing me? Why doesn't he turn me into one of them then? Questions swirled in my head. Then suddenly, the questions stopped coming. Like I had finally accepted what was happening. And something in me exploded at the awful truth.
"Like you never existed! What about our memories?" I pointed at my head. "Oh, nevermind, I'm sure you clever vampires can find some way to brainwash me!" Edward stared in shock. Clearly, he didn't expect this from me. Well, he's the one that said I never acted like he thought I would.
"What about this? This scar?" I jammed my hand in front of his face. "Oh, nevermind, you could probably cover it with some permanent make-up sort of thing, but it will still be colder than the rest of my body." I threw my arm down and stormed back to the house. I got into the kitchen, and started to fiercely cut the vegetables for supper. Edward appeared beside me, using his inhuman speed. And I was still stupidly hyper-aware of his prescence.
"Bella?" He looked at me, worried. Stupid over-protective Edward...
"What!" I snapped. "Want to hear more? We were talking about my scar, right? The scar where James bit me, the scar from the bite that could've got me stuck with you for all enternity if you hadn't sucked out the freaking poison!" A crazed happiness entered my eyes. "I guess I'll just have to get rid of the scar!" I hacked my hand off with the knife I was holding. It took several tries, but I finally got it and I felt no pain. Edward was frozen like the marble statues he resembled, but that would end soon.
"And then what else is there? My feelings for you, of course!" My face lit up, and the suicidal madness had fully taken over. I put my whole hand over my heart, still holding the bloody knife. "There's no way to get this out, is there? Of course it's not like you would care if I did this," I pointed the knife towards my chest, ready to thrust it in, "because you don't love me anymore!"
And Edward, with his over-reactions, ran and bowled me over, wrenching the knife out of my hand. He forgot to hold back his strength, so urgent in his quest to stop me from killing myself, and I heard bone-crunching sounds as I hit the floor.
"Thanks for finishing the job... Edward. You could take me to a doctor... but I think I've already lost too much blood." I smiled, my body numb as I lifted up my severed wrist. "Thanks."
And Edward bit Bella and she became a vampire. They lived happily ever after until Buffy the Vampire Slayer killed Bella. And then she killed Edward, because there was no way he would start a relationship with ANOTHER human girl... was there?
No. I'm just kidding.
This was my first Twilight story! I wrote this story while I was for some reason very angry at Bella and Edward, and just Twilight in general. Maybe it was all the crappy movies that are coming out (sorry movie lovers, the books are ok but the movies suck). I may or may not make an epilogue about that random ending I just came up with up there.