Chapter 2

Evan

Darkness, I feel it all around me. There is a door filled with light ahead of me. I reach out for it, but it's so far away. I pull my arms full-length, and it is still oh, so far away. Beeping, I hear beeping. It pounds in my ears. The beeping, make it stop! My head screams to me, begging, for the beeping to stop. My head throttles from the sound.

The voice, it replays through my head. "I'm here for you, I'm here for you," replays on and on in my pounding, aching head.

I feel a tug at my hand. It startles me. The tugging stopped, now turning into a gentle stroke. Stroke, stroke, stroke. My mind is overwhelmed at the touch. I start to hear low murmuring in the background. Who is there? Who is with me?

My mind tries so hard to force me awake. Awake Bella, it's time to wake up, my mind whispers to me. Then the door filled with light starts to fade away. No! Come back, I scream, it is my escape!

I feel my hand twitch. My eyes flutter open. My head starts to ache even more as the beeping grows louder. What the fuck is it anyway? It's so goddamn annoying. Why the hell am I staring at a white wall? Why are there tubes in my arms?! Where the hell am I??

These questions and statements ponder through my head. I slowly lift myself off the cardboard-felt bed I noticed I was lying on. I turn slowly to my side and find a boy about my age staring intently at me while stroking my hand gently. I notice his piercing light blue-gray eyes witch make me gasp. I slowly inhale his beautiful features. He has a straight sharp-edged nose, with a piercing in it. His pink, plump lips with another piercing in it make me want to run my fingers across it. His coal black hair with one end sticking up and bangs that go across his face, covering his beautiful eyes.

I feel myself deeply blush, because I was staring at a stranger that I was sure I have never ever seen around in school. Was he from school? I ask myself.

"Where am I?" I here myself ask this beautiful person.

"In a hospital," the boy replies, in a deep, beautiful voice.

"Why am I here?" I ask bluntly.

"You cut yourself; you were losing so much blood. I couldn't just let you sit there in that dark corner, nearly dying, with throw-up at your side," he said so very quickly.

"Oh," I said. He was pretty straight-forward. He didn't even stumble upon his words, like he knew exactly what was going on in this dark, cold life I live.

"Why?" he asked quietly. I didn't reply, but turned my face away, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. I didn't want him to see me cry. Not already. We just met, I couldn't let him know. It's is too soon. I couldn't let him trip into my life so suddenly, revealing my secrets to him. I couldn't let him know about Edward, or how my mother and step-father had died in that horrible plane-crash. Or the way how my dad just abandoned me, not even giving me notice that he would leave. He said that he had gotten tired of sulking, and when things change and I "pull myself together" he might consider returning. I couldn't let him know how kids made fun of me, and I letting them do so, bowing down to the power they have, willing to do anything for them to stop. I couldn't let him know how I was such a disappointment to everyone, including the people I had most faith in. I couldn't let him know my secrets.

"I can't tell you," I whispered softly, "I just can't."

"I am here for you, Bella," he said gently, squeezing my hand.

"Get me out of here," I replied curtly. I would not let him stumble into my life.

"Okay," he said, "Just let me tell my mother where I am, so she won't think I am ditching on the first day of school. The principal might have already called her." He got up and shut the door behind him. I could see him pacing back and forth, quickly talking. He was so beautiful, I thought. He was tall, wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt and black skinny jeans along with black converse chucks. He was muscular in a way. Not jock muscular, but muscular in a way that would want you to run your hand up and down his arm.

"All done," he said, sitting down again in a chair next to my bed. "The nurses will come shortly," he said.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Evan, my name is Evan," he replied. It was then I noticed there was a glint of sparkle in his eyes.