"Better you really be dead than one of them," he spat in my face.
It felt like a knife to my heart.
Ice cold.
I inhaled in shock. Each and every second felt like an entire year. I knew I was gaping. I couldn't get my brain to shut my mouth. I heard myself whimper. My vision was blurred by unshed tears.
"Fine. I'll go. This is... some sort of cliche goodbye," I said softly. Seeing the rage still in Jacob's gaze I left. I made it to just behind the border when Jake came up behind me.
"Bella!" he cried.
"Get. Away. From. Me," I growled out.
"Hear me out Bella!" he begged.
"Why?"
"I love you. That's why!" he said indignantly.
"People who are 'in love' don't tell the other that they'd be better off dead!" I spat angrily in his face.
"It was a mistake! I spoke out of line!" he pleaded.
"What the hell do you want from me?"
"For you to understand!"
"No. I'm pretty sure that isn't it. You are jealous. Of Edward. And then you forget all about how I feel. Or you don't care!" I screamed at him.
"It was a mistake!" he begged.
"Yeah? Well everything in my life is a mistake. Every. Frickin. Little. Thing. While you sit all high and mighty on your little throne, I'm being hunted and half the time want, very simply, to die," I muttered into his disbelieving face.
"So this is a pull for attention then huh?" he scoffed.
"When you've been through what I have, you can scoff all you want at my 'trivial' matters,"
"We're through! Quit being such a bitch Bella! You are better off dead!" he screamed.
I broke again. My heart shattered. The pieces were all over the floor. I nodded and said,
"Don't worry, I'll leave you alone,"
I crossed the line and crept into the forest, where I shot myself in the temple. It didn't hurt,
I was just going.
Going.
Gone