Chapter 2: Heaven, Angels, Morphine
Lucky Mrs. Meyer owns twilight. That's what people with skittles can do. Also, bear with me. The s on my keyboard is hardly working and I practically have to hit it with a hammer to make it work. So yeah.
I slowly came to, waking up in an all-too-familiar scene. Those long, narrow lights and the white tiled floor. Crinkly hospital gown. Hard plastic chairs, parked by my bed. A circular wood table meant for things of comfort, gifts and get-well cards. As usual, nothing there. Despair racked me, and I shook like I do when I wake up from a nightmare.
What happened? Why was I here? "Where Is Edward?" I said, confused. Hospital scenes like this usually mean Edward sitting there blaming himself. The dark corner of the room seemed to move, and the russet skin, black hair kicked me in the gut.
I remembered. It all came back in a wave that would crush NYC. My mouth dried out and my head hit the pillow. The Quileute boy jumped forward, dropping to his knees beside my bed. I only know it because his face was inches from mine. I stared blankly, not absorbing anything.
"Bella? Bella?" I'd heard that so many times. The sound of my name that way was enough to make my throat tighten and my eyes pinch closed. I started shaking, quivering really, and some beeping I hadn't noticed before started to speed up until it sounded like one long beeeeeep.
As if on cue, two or three nurses scampered in. "Sorry, sorry! I'll go! I didn't mean to…" the rough voice started going again. My hand struck something blunt and there was a high sound, then a keening that hurt my head. A pinprick poked my arm, and the blackness enveloped me.
When I woke up again, my throat felt raw and sore. I pried my eyes open and glanced around, trying to be startled. My room had changed to dollar store. Balloons and little stuffed teddy bears holding bright red hearts stared at me. Three people hung around the corner of the room, all the same with long hair.
"Jacob?" Was that my voice? God, I sounded awful. The trio turned to stare at me with gaping mouths. I didn't recognize any of them. One turned and leaned out the door into the hallway. "Dr. Gerandy?" he said, an unfamiliar tone in his voice. "She's awake." In less than a millisecond a gray haired elderly man was at the door.
"Are you sure? You know how she's been talking in her sleep." I winced slightly, worried. What had I said?
"Yeah, pretty sure. She didn't say Edward, she said Jacob." My body was late in reacting to the pain. My hands snapped up, clasped over my ears. The world was shaking and turning red. "Don't say it!" I screamed. "Don't say it!" Dr. Gerandy leaned towards me, peeking through his spectacles. "Don't say what, dear?"
Anger and pain washed over me. "Don't say his name! Don't say it!" The boy at the door turned slightly. "Embry, go get Jake." The name acted like a salve. My screaming eased down, I lay still. Forever passed before Jake got there.
"Bella," he sighed, kneeling by me again. I stared up, facing the others. I just stared, until Jacob noticed. "Erm…maybe you guys should go for a bit. Bella?" I faced him slowly. "Jake." I stated, more like a question. "What happened, Jake?"
His face twisted in pain, for what, I didn't know. "The, uh, C- they left. He left you in the woods, I guess you got lost. I found you out there…dear God…" It looked like he was seeing the devil in action. "He's gone." I whispered. I didn't believe it, couldn't convince myself to believe it.
"Yes." Was all I got. Gone. Gone. Gone. Didn't love me.
He looked away into the trees as he spoke again. "Of course, I'll always love you…in a way. But what happened the other night made me realize that it's time for a change. Because I'm…tired of pretending to be something I'm not, Bella. I am not human." He looked back, and the icy planes of his perfect face were not human. "I've let this go on much too long, and I'm sorry for that."
"Don't." My voice was just a whisper now; awareness was beginning to seep through me, trickling like acid through my veins. "Don't do this."
Jacob reached out hesitantly, attempting to wake me from my silent reverie. I didn't move an inch, but my eyes traveled to his face. "He doesn't want me. He never did." I said, sounding so sure.
The Quileute was still, except his eyes which turned to fire. He didn't say anything, but slowly got up. He was soundless as he left the room, while I continued to stare at the place where he had been. I sighed softly. He was too good to be part of this, so, so kind. I pitied him deep down, in the part of me that wasn't already throwing a pity party for myself.
