December 3rd, Night
"No, he's real! Edward is real! The Cullens, they live in a house right outside of town-"
"Sweetie, that house has been abandoned for years now."
Bella could hear the echo of his words from only a month ago…It will be like I never existed.
"No, No," Bella kept repeating, rocking her form slowly on the bed.
"Bella? Bella listen to me!" Charlie grabbed her arms gently to face him. She met his eyes with a crazed expression.
"Edward,…this 'guy' you've been 'seeing,' he doesn't exist Bella! He's a figment of your imagination. Remember what the psychiatrist said?"
"I don't believe you" was all Bella could mutter out of her closed teeth. She shut her eyes.
Charlie sighed "Fine" he marched downstairs. Bella could hear the clanging of cabinets and medicine bottles.
"Here"
Bella opened her eyes. Charlie held out that familiar purple pill, that oh so insignificant drug that supposedly would "take all her pain away" and make her forget her hallucinations. She never told anyone, that in her comatose state she could see his face – feel his breath on her skin – and the pain was more nerve-wracking than ever – but she would endure it to see him again.
Hastily, her fingers grappled with the demented concoction, and she swallowed it in the next instant.
"Do you want me to turn on the television downstairs, so you can fall asleep easier?"
Falling asleep in silence the past month had almost numbed her into madness.
"Yes, thanks Ch-Dad."
Charlie nodded and left the room, making sure his daughter's door wasn't completely closed (he had taken off the lock earlier when Bella had locked herself in her room for a week, staring absently out the window).
She could feel the effects slowly pervade through her veins. Just as her eyes began to droop, her body let out a final shudder before her eyelids met Edward's golden gaze.