Chapter 1: Alone
"Please, just give me back my bag. Jane, please," Edward pleaded with a desperation that tore my heart. I kept my mouth shut as my best friend began shaking his backpack; allowing all of his items to fall to the ground. Even though it hurt me to watch her do this, mostly everyday, I was selfish enough to let it happen; because I didn't want her to bully me.
"Aw. Little Eddie is going to cry, aren't you? Here you go!" She shoved the empty bag into his face as she started walking off down the hall. "Coming Bella?" she yelled.
I looked up to see the skinny, lanky form of Edward Cullen. His shoulder length, brown hair and his glasses were all painful reminders that he and I looked kind of similar in comparison. Besides my hair being a bit longer, and him being a lot taller, we looked a lot alike. Yet Jane would never bully me, she was my best friend since kindergarten.
"Sorry," I whispered to Edward, before I ran off back to Jane. But not before I saw him pick up his school equipment off the floor.
As Jane led the way to the cafeteria I tried not to cry. I felt so bad every time she bullied someone, especially Edward. If I was honest with myself, I would say I liked him. We sat down to face Rosalie and Jasper, the beautiful model-like blondes who were known to be Jane's cousins.
"Who'd you pick on this time Jane?" Rose asked with a hint of a smile and an eyebrow raised.
Jane snickered, "Eddie boy, who else?"
I noticed Jasper – or so I called him – Jazz, wince at the name. I understood it, but I didn't say anything. If he was honest with his sister and his cousin, he'd tell them how much he liked Edward, but mostly his sister Alice. Though, like with me when it came to Edward; he had to sit back and watch as Jane tortured Edward, and sometimes his sister.
My body lurched up and out of the plastic chair I had fallen asleep in, and away from my memories in high school. For Rose, Jazz, Jane and I, it had been three years since we'd finished school and left Forks Washington, for Chicago.
I rubbed my eyes as I took in the hospital room once more. I shouldn't still be here, there was no point.
I stood up, stretching, before I grabbed my back pack and put it on my shoulder.
Jane had left this room earlier that evening when she lost her fight. Sickle-Cell Anaemia. That's what killed her.
I wasn't listening afterwards, but apparently it was a genetic disease. And since Jane's parents who I knew, weren't her biological parents, we couldn't have known. If only I'd known, she'd known, we could have done something, got her a blood transfusion or something. But we were too late.
My best friend had left me.
I walked slowly towards the elevator, leaving this hospital for hopefully, the last time.
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When I finally arrived at our apartment I parked my car in our driveway and made my way up the stairs to our room. I unlocked the door and walked in, shutting it quietly behind me.
I dropped my bag on one of our three couches in the living room before I sat down in another.
In my mind I skimmed over the many things I needed to do now; along with horror of having to tell Rose and Jazz – who lived together in the same apartment building as Jane and I – I also needed to inform Alec, Jane's boyfriend. When I had finally ticked them off my list I also needed to organise and pack all of Jane's belongings, which still remained scattered all around our room. Most visible, were her clothes and her books.
Jane's parents, Adam and Renata had passed away a couple of years earlier. And although it was horrible, I was relieved that there were two less people I needed to tell that Jane had died.
After contemplating what to do first, I finally decided to have a shower to help clear my mind. It would allow me to think properly. Plus I wouldn't stink the house out; for obvious reasons showering hadn't been a priority, before now.
I stood completely immobile, letting the hot water relax my muscles and wash away all of my worries. I had yet to cry a tear over Jane's death. I didn't completely understand why I hadn't cried before now. Perhaps it was shock. Whatever the reason, I was anxiously anticipating when it would happen. When I would combust. With so many emotions running through my body, I didn't know how I could possibly stay some-what still.
After the shower, I quickly got dried and dressed, made sure the windows and door were locked, grabbed my bottle of red and went to bed. I tried to completely relax my body as I lay down on my very comfy mattress, with my very comfy blanket covering me, and hoarding off the cold weather.
But I realized, laying in bed with the apartment so quiet, that this was the first night in a while that I was alone. Most of the time Alec stayed the night, instead of Jane sleeping at his. So when my attempt at relaxation didn't work, I sat up against my headboard and started to drink, straight from the bottle. I didn't plan on an amount; I was completely content with drinking away until unconsciousness would take me.
Finally, it did.
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A/N: This chapter was very short, I'm expecting others to be longer.
Reviews will help encourage me! : )
