Summary: Edward didn't come back like he did in New Moon. Alice never saw Bella jumping. Bella had no one to turn to, so instead of a person, she turned to ….drugs. She's different now. But how different?
Hey guys!! Sorry I haven't written in a really, really long time. I've just been really sick with the barfing and al the other sick "stuff" you don't need to know about. :D This is my newest story and I hope you guys like it!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight series novels including the: characters, plot, settings, or time. Although I do wish I owned Eclipse so that I could maybe rewrite the entire thing. No offense to all Eclipse lovers out there.
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Spinning, higher and higher. Leaping through the clouds. Floating above the
rigid earth. Euphoria. The kind that can only come from one thing. E. or better
yet known as Ecstasy. It was a glorious feeling that could only come from
smoking the brown clear jelly-like substance.
The pain was gone. My heart lost,broken, shattered into nothing that would ever be
recovered. The agony rippedaway from my physical body. I didn't have to feel it anymore-
the knowledge that he didn't love me anymore.
If only for a little while I could be free. This was the closest to freedom I could manage,
where I wasn't burdened to guess, cry, or wonder why he had left. Leaving nothing but a
shell in its place. My temperature was rising, rising above everything. This is why I loved to do
what I did-eventhough I knew it was lethal.
But I didn't care. I didn't care anymore. Not about him, not about school, not about my
life. Adrenaline pulsing, heartbeat racing,blood pumping. It was great.
Better than even the Meth that I had tried a few
weeks ago.
This was heaven compared to that. I didn't even have to inject it.
Didn't even have to worry about cleaning the needle. Too bad this was much
more expensive. I had to dig through my bank account to get the money for this.
But now I wasn't even thinking about that, I would let the consequences catch up
with me later. When I was actually conscious enough to care about what was
happening.
But I knew that my self-made haven wouldn't last long. His voice
would probably ring through my head any second telling me to stop this. To
stop ruining my life. To stop breaking my promise. Well, to hell with the
promise. He broke his end of it. I didn't need to keep mine.
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Dropping. Tumbling. Crashing. Somersaulting. Drowning. This is the price I
paid for my few hours of fun. Dehydration. Headaches. Spiraling. Sleeping like a
dead person-which I actually wished I was. If only I was. How I wished I was. I
needed a drag. Real bad.
At least something to keep me going.
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I lumbered into the only bathroom in Charlie's house. I didn't dare look in the
mirror, afraid of what I'd see.
But I couldn't resist. I wanted to see just how badly
I looked right about now.
Bloodshot and heavily dilated eyes. Grey pallor of my
already pale skin. Lusterless hair that reached my lower back. Sagging skin
where my cheeks used to be. Deep violet and purple bags under the eyes. Dead,
lifeless, and blank eyes that told a sad and sorrowful story.
They showed the inner battle of pain, numbness, fear, and shock.
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