The morning came too quickly. I made sure to keep my eyes closed for as long as I could manage, opening them would only mean that I had to face Edward and that wasn't exactly something I was itching to do. Eventually though, I had to pee. I sighed, rolling over and then opening my eyes slowly. Edward was still here, that was a little reassuring in general, but the look in his eyes was completely deterring. I bit my lip for a moment before speaking.

"Good morning," I said with a small smile. He watched me for a long moment, his eyes were so sad…it made me heart hurt. He ran a hand through my hair, leaning into kiss my forehead and holding me close for a second, something told me he'd been doing this all night. I let out a sigh,

"Edward…I…I have to pee." He looked down at me and then nodded, moving away from me so that I could get up. I instantly regretted it. I could pee later, his touch was far more important. I snuggled back into him and he took me back into his arms without complaint, but after another moment or two my bladder was sending me angry signals. I sighed, kissed him lightly on the forehead and begrudgingly got out of bed to make my way to the bathroom.

I looked at my face in the mirror for a long time. It was completely oblivious to me why Edward didn't run, screaming when he saw me in the morning. I washed my face quickly, alleviated my bladder and brushed my teeth. I pulled up my sleeve out of habit, every morning I trace the scars, subconsciously thinking of new places to cut, new designs to engrave into my skin. I let out a sigh, it was completely risky to do this while Edward was so nearby…but I couldn't help it. Not now that I'd already started thinking about it. I opened the medicine cabinet reaching for my razors neatly lined in my black bag…the problem was, it wasn't there. I felt all my breath leave my body at once. Where was it!? I started throwing things out of the medicine cabinet, frantically searching for it. I felt like I was going to fall apart. My whole make was falling apart at the seams. I had to find it and I had to find it now. I was on my hands and knees before I knew it, looking in the bottom cabinet, it wasn't there either. It wasn't anywhere. I could feel the tears streaming down my face before I even realized I was crying. Then it clicked. Edward had stolen my bag. Edward had taken my razors from me. I ripped open the bathroom door and ran, almost tripping back to my room. He was lying on the bed, staring at the blankets like nothing was the matter. I was so angry, I wanted to rip his face off.

"What did you do with them?" I said, my voice and body shaking. "Edward! What did you do with them?!" I screamed.

He let out a noticeable sigh, "Please be quiet Bella, You're going to alert Charlie of my presence."

I couldn't bring myself to care. "How dare you!? How dare you take something from me!? That wasn't yours to touch! How dare you!?" I could feel my entire body building with anger, the tears continuing to stream.

"Bella, please calm down. You throwing a fit isn't going to make me give them back." He said his voice remaining still and even.

"Edward Cullen, you better give those back to me right now." My voice was still shaking and I knew that the sound of it was making him upset.

"Bella…I can't. As much as I'd love too…As much as watching you be this upset over something that I did…I can't…I can't let you do this to yourself." He avoided my eyes while he said this. It was incredibly hurtful.

I let out a breath, and had to hold onto my stomach to keep from falling apart.

"This isn't your decision to make. You can't do this to me. You can't…take things that aren't yours. You can't make decisions about what I can and can't do." I managed to get out through the tears.

"Bella, please don't make this any harder for me. I know I'm doing the right thing. You'll thank me for this in the future. I know you will." He looked up at me for the first time since he'd started talking and suddenly I never wanted him to look at me again.

I shook my head, sniffing back my tears. "Get out." I said simply. "Now. Get out. Leave. GET OUT!" I finished with a scream. He was gone before I collapsed onto my floor a giant mess of tears and pain.