The story might seem confusing at first, but I'm pretty sure it will make sense towards the end of the chapter. If you still don't get it…well…just message me and I can explain it.

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-ramcullen-

This was it. Today was the day. Two days ago, life had been taken away from my sweet angel. For three days now, Bella has been thrashing wildly on the stone cold floor, screeching and calling out for me. Her screams were haunting me, putting me through an endless inner turmoil of emotional hell, as she cried out my name. It tortured me that I couldn't be next to her; I longed to hold her, to stroke her hair, her paling cheeks, to do anything to calm her down and make this easier for her. But I couldn't. Not inside this cell. I was just an onlooker to her, a useless passerby. A worthless piece of crap, that's what I am. A selfish, worthless, bloodsucking monster!

No! I was her husband for God's sake!

I silence my thoughts, as I contemplated what I had just said.

God, I snorted.

Hah.

There is no god in Volterra. There is no god in Italy. Hell, there wasn't a god in Forks. No god would ever let this happen; not if He truly loved us as much as He says He does.

What am I doing here, I sighed. What is my purpose? What is my-

My thoughts came to an abrupt halt, as my Bella's screams became more evident than her usual constant whimpering.

"Oh God," she moaned, "No. Not again…Edward…God, no," Bella began to scream at the top her stronger lungs; her voice becoming more voluminous with each syllable.

"Edward", she mustered with all of her strength, "kill me. Just kill me now, please. It hurts…so much," her voice now growing with intensity; obvious agony written all over her face. Her violently shaking head turned towards my cell; her terror-stricken chocolate eyes, burning into my now dulling topaz, were turning mahogany with each passing second.

"Edwa-", she stopped, clutching the left area of her chest, "Please! Put…me out…of my damn…misery! Oh, God, why does it hurt so much!?" Her ear-piercing screams were shattering my heart. I couldn't speak. I tried, but my voice was gone. I was in shock at what had just come out of Bella's delicious lips.

Does she hate me for not saving her? Does she regret meeting me; saying 'yes' to my only request? Does she want to die that badly? Oh why, why have I done this? What have I done?

I took an unnecessary breath while running my hands through my tousled bronze hair. I put my head in my hands, and just sat there, thinking about this predicament; this evil predicament.

Of course she's talking like this, I assured myself. She's going through a bottomless pit of a fiery hell. She will wish for anything to make it stop. Why am I letting my thoughtless contemplations get a hold of me?

I sat there for what seemed like an eternity as I pondered my foolishness. It was while I was pondering, that I realized one thing. I was absolutely positive.

I cannot take this anymore.

As Bella clutched her chest, crying out in observable torture, I realized that this was it. This was the eternity that she had her mind set on damning herself into. This was the "big finale" as Emmett and Jasper had put it.

I had to get to her and I had to get to her now. I just had to. This was by far, the most excruciating pain she was ever going to have to endure in her now immortal life. Her heart was minutes away from stopping and I had to be there for her, to reassure her that she would get through this and be okay. I had to convince her that this pain, this unfathomable pain, would not linger on much longer. I had to support her, my wife, my Isabella, my lamb, my savior, my reason to life.

My heroin

Edward, I deliberated, stop this. You must be strong. I must be strong, for me, for Bella, for my family; for everyone. I must help her. I must rescue her.

That's it! I have found my purpose now, to save the ones I love; to save Bella, my Bella, my one and only love. I can and will save her from this miserable place, from her painful state, from the evils of Italy. I will. These metal bars are no match for me. They do not even stand a chance against my brute strength.

But

I…I cannot. I sighed, why was this so frustrating, so confusing? I knew that I had to be there for Bella, but if I were to escape this cell, this dark and mournful cell, it would be foolish. Foolish, because Jane was waiting outside my cell, her sleety eyes darting from me to Bella…back and forth, back and forth. Waiting, waiting for me to escape, waiting for frustration and anger to consume my body, completely blinding me from my common sense, forcing me to break through this cell. Waiting, for as soon as I would come out of this cell, she would be there…waiting to send me to yet another…personal…hell.

Oh, If only I had changed Isabella sooner.