I sat in the dark corner of my room and I cried. I wasn't the Belly everyone knew and loved, I was someone different. I partied and started drinking when I was a senior in high school, no one knew about it or at least I hoped no one did. I heard a knock at my door and I didn't want to answer it. "Belly? Are you in there?" My mother whispered. I just sat there and ignored her, but I knew she was worried about me. I've been in my room all day and I haven't eaten anything at all, my mom knew that Susannah's death had taken its toll on me. Even I knew that. When I knew everyone was asleep I snuck out of my room and into my car I drove to cousins. The place where I knew I could be at peace if I let myself. I knew I shouldn't be driving I had too much to drink and I couldn't think very clearly. But, I knew where I was going and when I pulled up to the house no one was there but me. It just felt right to be back here at the summer house and I wouldn't have it any other way. I turned off the car and I got out taking in everything around me. It felt so good to be back here, I walked over to the beach and sat down by the water, everything had come rushing back to me and my head started to hurt. I couldn't take it anymore and my head was pounding from all the thinking. When I woke up this morning I was lying in my bed at the summer house and didn't remember a thing from last night. I had a bad headache and I rubbed my head, I felt sick and I didn't know why. My bedroom door was open and I could hear everything. "Yes, Laurel she's here." Someone said. "No, I don't know. I just found her this morning. Yes, she's fine and she's still asleep." He finished up. I felt like I was going to be sick and I went over to the bathroom, just in case I needed to. I felt like crap and I didn't even know why I was here. "Bells, you ok?" I knew only one person would call me that and that was Jeremiah. "Yea, Jere." I coughed. Even to me it sounded like a lie. "You don't sound good. I'm coming in to see for myself." Jeremiah whispered. "Please don't." I begged. He came in anyway regardless of what I said. I am so stupid for not locking the door. "Isabella." He whispered. Brushing a strand of hair out of my face. He picked me up in his arms and took me back to my room. He laid me on my bed and hovered over me. "Did I ever tell you how cute you look? Because you do look cute." Jeremiah whispered in my ear.