A/N: I decided to do a short little side-project from my newest Fan fiction 'If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn'.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight characters.
Broken pieces of a vase lay, scattered, on the hardwood floor and I lie in the middle of the shards of the once beautiful vase. Some of the pieces are bloody, having pierced my skin when I fell, but some are still the beautiful sky blue that they once were. I reach over and pull the bloody sleeve of my T-shirt up, not looking at the gory mess that is my forearm. Gently, I pluck each piece of glass from my skin one at a time, quietly whispering, "He loves me," and then, "He loves me not." I ended on "He loves me", but I know that I skipped a shard. Tears silently rolling down my face, I pluck the last of the shards from my arm and lie there again, completely still.
Edward is out hunting, but something has changed between us. We're not as strong as we were before he…left me. I squeeze my burning eyes shut before opening them again, staring at the ceiling of my father's home. My bloody arm is quivering and I know that I should feel unbelievable agony, but I don't. I also know that I should smell the blood dripping slowly from my wounds, but I don't. I'm numb all over – unable to feel even the smallest amount of remorse, pain, or love.
It's been like this for a while now – almost two months, but I haven't told Edward and he hasn't noticed. The fact that he hasn't noticed me fake-sleeping bothers me, but I know that he's probably just distracted…And by whom? Alice, of course. My best friend, the girl that has spent probably a thousand dollars plus on me, the girl that helped me save Edward's life. I've known about their affair for months, but I have yet to tell anyone that I know. I'm not even sure that the other Cullens know. Well, Jasper knows – he came to me, dry sobbing, and told me that he caught Alice and Edward having sex in the garage. They didn't notice him, so he'd quickly run away and came straight to me.
I lie here now, thinking about Jasper.
As my thoughts spin into what it would feel like if Jasper kissed me, I hear a frantic knock on the front door. Too weak to even move, I try to call out a hoarse "help", but it's lost to my dry vocal chords. Finally, the door is jimmied open and behind it is a horrified Jasper. He kneels beside me and gently rolls up my sleeve, assessing the damage. I just stare at him, memorizing the contours of his beautiful face – a face much more beautiful than Edward's.
"Bella," he whispers, his wide eyes searching mine for any type of emotion, "What did you do?"
A/N: And there you have it(: Yep, that's all! No, I will not continue writing for this, since I have another fan fiction to work on. The title is a song by Red, called 'Pieces'. It's kind of a sad song, so I thought I'd make a little One-shot for it.
This is pretty short.
Word count: 547
Pages: 1