Hey hey hey this is a re-make of my first story Repentant. I did really think it was the story I had envisioned so remake time. This is chapters one so enjoy. Happy Reading.
Bella's POV
His hurtful words were engraved in my head. I try to run away from the words but all they do is follow me like a stray cat wet in the rain. I was drowning in my own sorrow, drowning in the inability to forget him. I was slowly killing myself and everyone was watching, gossiping about how they left without… me. I would try to ignore the sounds of their voices but soon I would knew what they were saying. The black hole inside my chest was absorbing me from the inside out. I was barely making it though the day, though my life. Then there was just the raw pain that masticated my inside just to make it easier for the black hole to take. What about me? What about how it feels to me? That was a stupid question. No one care about me. I don't care about me. I deicide to stay in this god forsaken place and for what? I don't even know. I told Charlie I was okay but I'm not. I was barely there at home. Whenever Charlie spoke to me, it was just on the edge of my brain, barely heard to me. The twisted words i tried so hard to forget welled up inside of me, making the pain scream loudly at me. All I could do was cry and then I would hear Charlie's soft sigh. I could only guess what he was thinking now.
Thursday
I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. It seemed the pains have gotten worse the past months and when I would go to sleep I would be woken by Charlie's jabbering about me screaming in my sleep. I walked to the bathroom, past Charlie, who was fixated on me. I shut the door and turn to see a stranger in my mirror. Her dark bags under her eyes made her look much older and her dark brown hair was piled on top of her head. I looked deep into her dark eyes but they were dead like an old abandon house. I touched my nose and the stranger did the same. My hand wander up to where felt my skin dip. It was where the stranger in the mirror's face had those bags. I torn away from the mirror and took a hot shower, unwinding my muscles. I heard Charlie knock on the door.
"I'm leaving Bella. I want you to stay home today. You seem… tired. Bye kid." he said softly. These days I seem so fragile to Charlie. The wrong word, the wrong touch would just push me over the edge, break me.
"Bye." I managed to spit out but it was too late. Charlie already closed the door and was walking to his car. I got out of the shower and grabbed the towel that was on the sink. I wrapped it around myself and walked to my bedroom. I put on my clothes but then I notice that my ribs were poking out. I had eaten for while so why not now? I trudged down stairs and into the kitchen. Then I realized that someone was sitting on my couch.
