Who Will Save Your Soul Rated MA for language, angst, and dark content. A/N - I've personally been through the things Bella and Edward have gone through in this story, and I warn you; it's not pretty. If anyone wants to ask questions, or talk to me about the nature of this story, feel free to do so, and I will answer as best I can. I read a couple of fics recently that put together with my complicated RL at the moment gave me the inspiration. Disclaimer - I do not own the characters - a wonderful woman by the name of Stephanie Meyer does. Any and all song titles/lyrics are the property of the lyricists. I only own this version of the characters and the plot. ~~~~~
Prologue - Killing Loneliness.
She leaned against the wall; her forehead sticky, her hands shaking, her heart pounding. She had tried; she had really tried this time. She closed her eyes and sighed. A pounding on the door startled her, and she quickly got to her feet."What?" She hoped her voice didn't betray the panic she was feeling.
"Are you ready? Mrs. Cope wants to see you. You haven't forgot, have you?" a small voice near whispered through the door. How could she forget her 'emergency meeting' with Mrs. Cope? She flushed the toilet and ran the tap, hoping the noises would give her a chance to hide her small wash bag away. The last thing she needed today was her roommate finding it. She adjusted her clothes and opened the door. Her roommate looked up at her with concern.
"Are you ok? You don't look well. I can tell her you're sick and not coming..." the dark haired female raised an eyebrow.
"No, I'm fine. I better get going. She'll only come find me and march me there herself." Both women rolled their eyes. They both walked to the end of the corridor leading to the sitting room. "Wait for me here? I'll only be an hour." She asked, fidgeting with her sleeve. She always did that when she needed to hide it. The other woman nodded. She waited while her friend sat down next to her best friends' twin brother before turning on her heel and walking towards Mrs. Cope's office. She sighed at the thought of Mrs. Cope knowing what she'd done; she always knew. Nobody else seemed to. Either that or they knew and didn't say anything, thinking she was a freak. It wouldn't be the first time, and she knew sure as hell that it wouldn't be the last. Taking one last deep breath, she knocked on the door with a shaking hand.
"Come in, Bella" said a voice from inside. She opened the door and walked in.~~~~~ A/N - Short start, I know. Apologies if there's any mistakes, typing and doing housework simultaneously don't seem to class as multi-tasking...