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All human characters, at least for the time being ;D
~YOU WERE ALWAYS AN ADDICT~
Bella's POV.
I turned my back on everything I had ever known. Everything I had ever loved. Why was I doing this? I'm honestly not sure... It just seems... right.
I guess, in a sense, staying here had begun to suffocate me. Staying here sheltered me from the real, outside world. I don't want that. I want to see the world, I want to climb mountains, swim oceans, dance in the rain, and cry in the sunshine. I want to..live. And I just can't do that here. Everyone is always so cautious of me, cautious for me. It's always things like, "Bella, watch out for that table, you don't want to get hurt again." Honestly, I'm glad people care, but Jesus Christ, there are more important things out there to worry about than me.
This all seems quite a bit ridiculous, I suppose. Its just that, I am a seventeen year old girl. I'm a smart, somewhat talented girl. But nobody seems to see this. All anyone can ever seem to focus on is the sickness.
All anyone ever seemed to be concerned with was how such a beautiful young girl could be plagued with such a horrid disease. Yes, I'm sick. So what? People are sick. That's just how things are.
Millions upon millions of people are diagnosed and treated with various illnesses every single second of every single minute of every single week.
All of this was running through my mind. How many peoples lives were uprooted, torn apart, and ended daily. All of this was running through my mind when, not even two or three blocks away from my house, I overlooked a crack in the sidewalk.
Just a meaningless, minuscule crack. A crack that, to any normal person, was nothing.
But, me being me(and I am anything but normal) I tripped over said crack.
Of course.
Which, in turn, caused me to fall. Hard. I stumbled and cracked my head on the sidewalk, a white-hot pain shooting through my head, burning and expanding its way throughout my body.
The sickening sound of my skull hitting the cold, hard cement reverberated through my head.
As the streetlights became mere hazy balls of light, I noticed a boy, about my age walking down the street in my direction. Well, running, actually. He looked kind of angry, irritated. Mostly though, he looked scared and worried.
Worried..about..me?
Through the haze of pain, I could see his lips moving, mouthing words that he was probably in all actuality, yelling to get someones help and attention.
I giggled to myself: damn, this kid is cute.
Then suddenly, I dropped my eyes, succumbing to the invitingly enticing darkness that was unconsciousness.
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-courtney