Disclaimer: I only own the Twilight series in an alternate universe called Never Gonna Happen. But here on Earth I do not own it nor it's characters.
Bella's POV
He's gone. There's nothing I can do. This is the only way to escape. Only way...
Everyone yells at me, but I don't understand why. I have no reason to be happy. It's not like I'm suicidal. Charlie still needs me. So why do they care? I will not kill myself. They have no reason to worry.
This is how I express myself. And it helps me concentrate. There is no way that they can say that I have no reason. He doesn't love me, everyone knows this. So why pretend? Why make believe?
I tried crying. I tried writing my feelings. I tried art. I even took an interpretive dance (Charlie's idea). But this seems to work. Shouldn't they be happy for me?
It was truly an accident the first time. And I never knew that it could feel so good. To watch the warm liquid trickle down my wrist, it was fascinating. I felt so alive, and nothing matteed but the stinging. I didn't focus on the pain of my heart, but the pain of my wrist.
I am not emotional...I am free...