She was just standing there starring, unable to move to the side as Tyler's blue van skidded across the parking lot. I knew I could have prevented all of this from happening, but I was too stupid I just wanted her and her wonderfully wicked sent gone forever. She was unique and I put my selfish needs and wants before her.
I watched in slow motion as Tyler's van first pinned Bella agensts her truck and the van. I could have acted then after hesitating too long, but I didn't. I can't explain it but I just couldn't move I felt such a need to. They told me not to, and I listened to them; but they were so wrong.
They were so, so wrong.
I saw her slowly (but in normal human time) get crushed, as the van applied more pressure, there were a series of popping sounds too faint to be herd above the screeching mettle, which I identified as her ribs and spine shattering.
Then her liver exploded in a mix of rushing liquids and air. She gasped then sputtering unable to take in any air because her lungs had collapsed, in the process.
You could see it on her face, she knew she was dying, you could see it in her eyes as the pain and pressure slowly registered in her brain, you could just feel it.
that's when the blood came, to any human everything happened at once with blood spraying everywhere. But to me it was agonizingly slow, I watched every drop of blood that escaped, dripped into splattering patterns in the snowy mix of oil and slush.
I couldn't hold myself back anymore, maybe I was moving faster than normal, or maybe Emmit was slower than usual, who knows all I know is that I evaded his grasp, and was draining her before the others were aware that anything was wrong with me.
They pulled me off her before the EMT's could get the cars apart. I went on auto pilot, not letting myself think about what I had just done, or what I just did not do.
I couldn't stay around and explain all of this to Carlisle. When we got there I went to grab a phone, a credit card and I was out the door before Esme could ask what was going on. I left Allice to explain everything, I owe her for that.
I just couldn't stand to see that look of concern on Esme's face, after what I did. Even if she knew she would still care just as much that's why I couldn't stand to see them any more, just because they cared.
So I left, I thought I was going to go straight to the airport, but I passed her house on the way and couldn't help but take a peak. I climbed in through her bedroom window Charlie was in the kitchen with Billie and apparently in shock.
Her room was just like how I thought it would be. Books next to the bed, clothes in piles on the floor, and a CD player under the blanket, with the bed unmade. It was perfectly honest to who she was.
It wasn't clean or neat or plastic covered. It was what it was and I spent hours there just looking at the whole big mess that I created, I just sat there with her.
Then I left.
sorry it was so short, if anyone is reading this, its a lot longer in my notebook, but didn't type up well, so i chaned a lot of it, dont get disapointed if i dont post i a while, exams are comming up, wish me luck.
-unknown friend of, and in love with insanitys partenters stories, chick