Just a Game
It has been one week; one horrible, lifeless week since that night. Bella Swan hadn't left her room since they brought her home.
Bella sat on her bed, headphones blaring the song All Over You by The Spill Canvas. Her mind was racing with what had happened that night. After Sam brought her home, Charlie had made her eat a healthy dinner and then sent her to bed.
Now Bella sat staring at the wall.
--flashback--
"I'm sorry," he whispered, turning away to take off as fast as he could.
--flashback--
She fell apart.
How could he leave me? she thought to herself, as the tears fell, staining her cheeks.
It was just a game, he had said.
"But why?" she asked herself, "Why would he do that to me?"
Even as she asked herself these questions, she knew the answers. She had always thought that she didn't deserve Edward. He was too beautiful, too perfect. She was too ordinary, too human. It was only a matter of time before he realized that, too.
She stood up from the floor (she'd been curled up in a ball) and walked to the window.
Looking out, she realized for the first time how high up her window was from the ground. She smiled for the first time in a week, a new hope having just been born in her mind.
I was just a toy to him, she thought, Merely a human to test his temptations. I'll never stop loving you, Edward, but I won't live without you.
She opened her window wide, and sat on the windowsill. It was pouring rain outside, and the wind was harsh. She spread her arms wide, and let the rain wash her face. She started laughing as the cold wind whipped mercilessly against her face.
My Edward, Bella thought, I love you. That was Bella Swan's last thought as she leaned forward, preparing to fall.