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"Never mind, then," he said hastily in a voice like velvet. "I can see that it's impossible. Thank you so much for your help." And he turned on his heel without another look at me, and desappeared out the door. (Twilight, page 27, written by Stephanie Meyer)
How dare him? Why was he acting in this way? Was it because of me? No it couldn't have been, I never said or did anything to him, I didn't even know him! I already told myself I would confront him, so why make it wait any longer. I didn't even bother handing her my slip, I bolted out the door after him, hoping to catch him before he left.
I started running almost, very careful not to fall or trip on anyone or anything in the hall. That would take away any chance I had to catch him. I picked up pace, knowing if I didn't get to him, I may never get my chance to find out why Edward hated me so much. Finally pushing through the exit door, I see him next to a shiny Volvo, opening the driver door to get in and speed away. Panic over came me, I'm too late. He is leaving. All I could do was shout. "Edward! Edward Cullen, wait!!! Please!" I didn't even care if anyone was around to hear me, most likely anyone would be staring at disbelief that was I trying to talk to a Cullen. According to Jessica, they kept to themselves, no one dared to bother them. I didn't care.
He stopped, looked at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead for sure. His eyes burning with hate, furry and every other awful emotion I could think of, I couldn't help but still feel compelled to reach him. Almost there, I reminded my self. He was already in his car, trying to leave. Thankfully I had not fallen down trying to reach him so fast. Before he could back his car out I was at his window, pounding.
Edward, please, I want to talk to you." He didn't move. His body seemed to be frozen, he was angry, I could tell that. His hands were tightly wound along the steering wheel, any harder the bones were going to pop out. "Please", I breathed heavily out. Finally, he loosened his grip and rolled down the window. Only an inch. Man, I must have really ticked him off. "What!?", he groweled. I could feel all the hair standing up all over my body. He wouldn't even look at me.
couldn't let my fear or angry take to much control over me, I had to ask him, I had to let him know he hurt me, and I didn't deserve any of it. Finally collecting myself, I managed to speak. "Can we talk? .... Talk about biology class?" I was so nervous, trying so hard not to let that show, I was supposed to be angry. "No." No? Does he really hate me that much already, just to be so rude? I couldn't let this go any longer. If he wanted to act like a child then fine, he could. I still needed to get out what I was feeling.
Well fine then, I will just talk to you." I was amazed at how brave I was being, as I had a over whelming feeling of calm wash over me. "Why are you acting like this? What did I do to you?" Not even a flinch from him, maybe he didn't really care. I did though, so I had to continue. "I don't understand how you can hate me so much, when you don't even know me. You are acting like a child, will you please just say something!" I was visibly shaking now, my voice barely choked out the words. Why was I so worried about someone I don't even know. Why did I care if they didn't like me? Why did I care that HE didn't like me?
I didn't realized that I stopped breathing, my body was shaking so hard now, I forgot to breathe. Taking a deep inhale, I noticed that he was actually looking at me. His eyes black, with hate I presumed. Yet, there was a softness, not like it was earlier in class. "Get in." He mumbled, but still using a very stern drill sargent type of voice. Taken back, I didn't know if I should listen or just continue to stand there. I barely knew him, how did I know if he wasn't an ax murderer, or a rapist. Maybe neither, maybe he was just an emotionally disturbed boy that was just as scared as I was. I had to know, so to better judgement I walked to the other side, opened the passenger door and got in.
Put your seat belt on," he commanded. I did as I was told, waiting for him to say something else. But nothing. He sped out of the lot, and down the road. Before I knew it we were off on a side deserted road, seeming to be in the middle of nowhere. Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into. Was this it? Is he going to kill me? My mind is racing with all these horid thoughts of what is going to happen, I feel like I'm going to be sick. Dizziness, feeling of fainting. None of this was good signs.
I hadn't realized we had come to a stop, until he finally spoke. "Get out. Follow me." He was already at my door waiting for me to get out. Follow him? Where? Into that very dark forest? I want to cry, scream, run anything I could do to get away from him. I wish I had told Charlie I loved him before I left, if I had known this was to be my last moments alive. Not wanting him to physically drag me out of the car, I complied, and begin to follow him into the dark, wet, moss covered forest.
Death. That is what I am facing, that is one thing I am completely sure of. Standing in this clearing with Edward, that is all I can think of. It is already dark out. We had walked in silence for over what felt like three hours or so, I am sure of, before reaching this spot, granted it was beautiful. Atleast I would die in a place of beauty. Wild flowers were all over, the tall radiant trees, if I wasn't so terrified I would love this place.
I began to let my mind wander again. I couldn't understand why he brought me out here. He has said nothing since we left the car. Was he planning on just attacking me and then leaving my corspe out here to rot and not to be found until it was nothing but bones. Should I say something? Or would the best option just be to run. I knew the second option was the worst. My body was still trembling, I would most likely fall over a rock, or a tree limb and break my leg and still end up dead some how.
"Wait here." Edward said, then disappeared very quickly. Where did he go? My eyes must be playing tricks on me. No one can move that fast. Not atleast in reallife. The panic began to set in. Was he going to leave me here to fend for myself? I started to walk out into the clearing more, trying to take in my surroundings, hopefully I could remember how to get out of here. "Don't move." Edward had returned, his voice was no longer velvet but stern as before, now it was more of panic and fear, just like I'm sure I had sounded like earlier. I couldn't see him. Where was he? Behind me, I believe.
Suddenly, I felt very faint. I know that smell. Rust and salt. Blood. I was going to pass out, this I was very certain of. All of my senses began to fail, my body was vibrating so hard I couldn't hear anything, my vision was getting blurry. Oh God. Is it my blood? Am I dying? That I couldn't be sure of. Then it happened. The damp grass was all around me, my face burried in it.
"Bella, Bella?" I hear someone calling my name. They sound so far away. Where am I? Was this all a dream, did I imanige coming here. Where was Edward? Edward, oh no. Did he kill me? Was I dying? Was this really real? My senses are coming back to me now. I feel croggy. I know this wasn't a dream, the wet grass was still all around me, my face covered with it. Finally forcing myself onto my back, I see him. Breathtaking. This must be a dream. No one can be that beautiful. "Bella?" He said my name again, his voice no longer seemed angry, more like an angel's now. He crouches down next to me, "Are you ok?" Still very dazed, and feeling faint still I managed to finally answer him. "I ... I think so." Lifting myself into an upright position, I can see Edward about 5 feet away from me, and right behind him it looked like a couple animals, no stratch that, dead animals. Oh no, I was going to pass out again.
A/N - How did you guys like the story? Do you wish to see it continued? Tell me what you would like to see happen? Protect her, turn her or kill her? What shall he do?