I was pathetic.
How can I let this be done?
She was keeping it!
The horrendous creature thriving within her womb.
That it.
I watched helplessly as she winced whenever it kicked her, leaving a stain on her skin.
Her belly swelled and bloated for the past few days.
I was going crazy, and I knew it.
My diet was forgotten, but not gone.
Just suppressed.
I did not want to waste any of my time with Bella.
I had to do something.
Rosalie, that traitor.
She would not let Carlisle do an abortion..
How? Of course, Rosalie wanted my Bella's death, hoping she could keep it and raise the thing like the mother she could have been.
But never was.
My pity was long gone from her.
Emmett stood by his mate when I tried to attack her.
I growled deeply.
Alice could not see Bella's future.
Not even the faintest glimpse.
This frustrated me and added more pressure to the stress I was already ferrying across my back.
Jasper's talent could not calm me.
For I shunned from it.
Not needing it.
As her eyes lose their color.
Her skin pales to a ghastly white.
Life being sucked away every minute.
All because of that tiny, living, despicable monster who feasts off her.
Its own mother.
But what was I? Oh, yes.
Its biological father.
Why couldn't that parasite live off me?
Instead of the core of my existence.
My Bella
"Morte," It whispers in my head.
"Morte."
Hey, Zella. (Miss C. Cullen) sorry about this glitch but on Works and Word it's 250 words, and it is, but on the document processor on FanFiction it says 404. I can't fix it, but trust me, it's 250.