A/N: second chapter baby!! WOOT! WOOT! So btw, the title "Kiss the Rain" is a piano song by Yiruma. Great song listen to it on youtube! Anywhoooo sorry about my first chapter…it was quite short! Me stop talking now, you read. Peacin out.
Disclaimer: Me=Not the owner of Twilight
Chapter 2: The Hospital
"Phil? What are you doing home so early? Doesn't practice end at 5:30?" I was in the hallway that leads to the kitchen and I heard my mom's voice. She was alive! I started running to her but the hallway seemed to get longer and longer. I pumped my legs faster and faster only thinking about saving her.
"Coach ended it early today. Renee, you know I love you right?" I could hear the tone of his voice and there was not a single sound of love and compassion in it at all.
"Of course I do! What are you doing with that knife?" The panic in her voice was rising and dishes fell on the floor. I tried to yell out to her but my voice was muffled and all I could do was run.
"You don't love meat all. If you did then you would travel with me instead of always being with Bella! If you love me then beg for your life." The hallway was stretching further and their voices were getting fainter. The one sound I didn't want to hear escaped mom's lips. She screamed and all of the pain and agony she felt pierced my heart. I finally reached the kitchen door and opened it without thinking twice. She was on the floor, her head in Phil's arms.
"Bella, how could you? How could you kill your own mom?" Phil's voice was teasing and his eyes were pitch black.
"I didn't do it! It was you!" I stated to shake and my legs were weak and wary from the running. I grabbed a knife from the drawer and ran over to Phil. I pushed him to the ground and away from mom. He didn't even bother to fight. Without even thinking about the regrets and consequences, I plunged the knife into his heart. The blood gushed out and covered my hands. The smell of blood became to strong and my vision became blurry.
"Bella…" Her sweet voice was drenched in pain as I looked up and saw Mom's face. I looked down to my hands and they were still holding the knife I used. But, it was stuck in Mom's body. I looked into the pool of blood that formed around her. The reflection was not me. It couldn't have been me. It had black eyes and they were staring back at me.
"Good job Bella. You killed your own mother."
"NOOOOOOO!!!!" I tried to get up but there was an IV stuck in my arm. I tried to get it out of my arm but I couldn't see. The room was too dark. It was pitch black inside.
"Turn the lights on! Someone please turn the lights on!" My wish was granted and the room lit up. I was in a hospital room with a bandage around my head.
"Bella, are you alright?" The doctor had concerned eyes as I looked up and met them. His nametag said Dr. Gilford.
No. "Yes."
"You gave us quite a scare there Bella. Do you know what happened yesterday?" The visions of blood and black eyes jumbled around in my face. I didn't want to remember but it all came rushing back. The Spanish Club meeting, me being late and Mom dying.
"Where is my mom?" My voice was barely audible and Dr. Gilford. Of course I knew the answer. I just didn't want to believe it.
"Bella, she died yesterday. You called us but didn't give us your street address so we tracked your call and it led us to your house. You were on the floor knocked out unconscious and your mom…we couldn't save her. We were too late. She lost too much blood." Almost everything he said was right. When he told me I was knocked out unconscious, I remember being hit on the head with something hard. The one thing that was wrong was them being late. It was me who was late.
"Doctor, where is Phil?" His eyes looked down to the ground. He didn't say anything.
"Where is he!?" The tears were running down my face as visions of him running around killing other people I loved ran through my mind. He already killed once, what if he killed again?
"We don't know. The police and CSI are doing everything they can to find him."
"What if he finds me and kills me?"
"Bella, we are going to make sure that you are safe. We are going to move you to Charlie's house after you recover. Do you remember him?"
"Of course I know my own father." I didn't mean it to sound so mean but it just came out that way. The pain in my head was unbearable and automatically raised my hand to touch my head.
"What happened to me?" Dr. Gilford walked across the room and picked up the clipboard. He stared at the pages that would decide my fate.
"When we found you there was a frying pan next to your head. So I suspect you got it hit with that which made you unconscious. The damage was a concussion and slightly fractured skull. All we could do was wait for you to wake up."
"Okay, so when do I get to go home?" I was actually terrified to go home and face all the CSI's and detectives. I had to pack and move to a whole new town where no one would know me. Great.
"In about a couple of hours since the people are still in your house and I want to take a quick x-ray." I nodded my heard and got out of bed. He led me too the room and took the picture. It turned out fine and I was healed but he told me that there were probably going to be headaches for a week.
I guess this is my new life. I have to live this life because it's my fault. All. My. Fault.
A/N: Poor Bella! Haha anyway, I hope you enjoyed that! But I am not very fond of the ending. I know you probably can't see your reflection in a pool of blood, but hey, it was a dream and anything can happen in a ream! BTW-I am not going to write about her packing and attending the funeral. Just use your imagination. The next chapter will probably start off with her meeting Charlie or something. Until then…