Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
AN: Hey guys! Here is a new story that popped into my mind, so I thought I would run with it and see where it leads. I would just like to say that I do not promote all of the behavior that takes place in this story. Hope you enjoy, and I'll see you at the bottom.
Prologue
I remember fighting with my dad about him. I remember getting mad and storming out of the house, just to get away from my father. I remember getting into my car and driving away through the rain. I remember sitting on the side of the road, calling him over and over, but never getting an answer. I remember crying, while knowing that he wouldn't be answering the phone. Then I remember waking up in this sterile hospital room. I don't know how I got here or what happened to me.
As I look around my room, I discover that it is 2 in the morning. Obviously someone has been here to see me because of the flowers and cards, but I am alone for the moment. My phone is sitting on the nightstand beside the uncomfortable bed I am laying on, but there are no missed calls or messages. I knew he wouldn't have called me back, but I can still feel the tears stinging at the corners of my eyes over how unimportant I have become to him.
I remember how it used to be with us, when he would send me little messages just to show that I was on his mind. There were times when I believed that I would always have him by my side to hold on to. There was a time, not long ago, that I could look into his eyes and trust that he would be able to make everything alright, as long as he was with me. But all of those silly thoughts ended when she showed up, and told me how I meant nothing.
He was never only mine. He was also hers. I remember confronting him about it, and he simply stared at me. There was no explanation he could find to give me, so I left. Since that day standing in the cold, he never talked to me again. I wanted a reason, and he avoided me like a plague. That was the day I felt my heart shatter. My heart broke inside my chest, but he never gave me second glance.
I am brought out of the memories when I feel a small tear slide down my cheek. I quickly wipe it away because nobody needs to see the broken girl that I am. I refuse to let anyone see the way that he has affected my life. It has been 8 months since the last time I saw him, and even longer since we last spoke to each other. I have cut him out of my life until the night I ran out of my father's house. I hear the door to my room open, and am shocked as I look up into the eyes of the man I believed I would never have to face again.
"Hello, Bella. I'm glad you're awake. It's been a long time."
AN: Review and let me know that you think. Thanks for reading!