Update Update!
Thank you guys for the reviews.
And thank you kelsey for proofreading it for me.
So this chapter is a bit out of character for Bella, I guess.
I was tired of the 'Yay Edward's back!! Let's be togetha foreva!' Bella,
that I have read in so many other fanfictions.
So,
she reacts a bit different.
:P
So R&R!
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I opened my eyes. I was in a familiar white room, lying on an uncomfortable plastic bed. I was in the Nurse's Station. I had to visit this place plenty of times before, seeing that I was completely accident prone. No one was in the room with me at the moment, which struck me as odd.
The memory of what had happened flooded back, I moaned. Had I really fainted on stage in front of hundreds of people? My face burned red with embarrassment as I imagined the whole audience straining to look at the girl, who had just fainted on stage at her graduation, being carried off by someone from the staff. I wanted to melt into the bed, to hide from this humiliation. How was I going to explain fainting? 'Oh yes, I just thought I saw my ex boyfriend who I am hopelessly in love with in the audience. So, I fainted.' That sounded completely ridiculous. I would just blame it on not having breakfast this morning mixed with nerves and excitement.
I hid my face in the scratchy white pillow.
"I would rather you not hide your beautiful face," A soft melodic voice came from beside my bed. Oh God. Now my hallucinations were talking? How hard did I hit my head on that stage? I turned away from the voice, hoping my mind would stop playing these horrible tricks on me.
"Bella?" The soft voice was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Wait. I was imagining this. I rolled over, and opened my eyes. I gasped. His soft, boyish face still had its unnatural beauty. His bronze, messy hair fell into his eyes and he looked as if he was supposed to be posing for some fashion magazine, besides sitting by the bed of some plain jane girl he left three years ago. But his eyes were different. The bright golden pools were dull and dejected.
I grabbed my sides, the pain would come soon. My mind had pushed too far, and I would pay for these precious moments.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Why aren't you speaking?" his voice was panicked.
I laughed. But it wasn't my laugh; it was cold and cruel, unfamiliar on my lips. Hurt? Of course I was hurt. He of all people should know that.
"Well, I'll answer one of your questions. I'm sure I look rather silly talking to myself," the cold voice which did not belong to me escaped my lips. Edward looked confused. Then my meaning seemed to dawn on him.
"You don't think I am real," It wasn't a question it was a statement. I smiled, but it felt funny on my face.
"Of course you're not. You wouldn't really come to see me. You're just a figment of my imagination," This seemed to trouble him deeply. He just stared at me, he looked frustrated and for some reason, hurt. His gaze made me uncomfortable.
"Stop it," I demanded.
"If I'm a figment of your imagination, then make me," A look of smugness passed on his face. Then he smiled that crooked smile, which I loved, but it was not the same as I had remembered. But nonetheless, I was dazzled and I hated it. I didn't want him to have this effect on me. I scowled at him.
My attitude towards Edward surprised me. Why was I being so hostile? I had imagined things so differently in my mind, if he came back to me. But in those dreams he had always wanted me. This dream was different. More like reality. He doesn't love me. He had left his scar on me, one that didn't heal.
"Where is my family?" I suddenly asked. The thought had crossed my mind that my family should be the ones sitting here with me. He looked at me sheepishly.
"They might have gotten lost on the way to the Nurse's Station," he wasn't looking at me anymore, but I understood what he was trying to cover.
"Who told them where it was?" I asked sternly. I sat up to look a little more intimidating, which was a laugh. Who can intimidate a vampire?
"Alice, she's good with disguises." He stated. Alice. She was here? But, why?
This was defiantly a dream. He couldn't really be here.
"Bella," he breathed. He had done it again; my mind went completely to mush. I was dazzled. His intoxicating scent swirled around my head, he was so close. I longed to reach out to him, to touch him. My hand twitched to move towards him.
No!
I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't let this happen again. Even in my dreams I couldn't bear for him to leave me again. I had to protect myself from being hurt again.
"I-I'm engaged."
I had no idea what made me say this. I wished I could have crammed it back into my mouth as soon as it tumbled out of me.
I saw something flash across his face, but he hid it under a cool and collected mask. What was it? Pain? Why would that cause pain for him? He didn't love me. He didn't want me. Why would it matter if I was getting married?
Part of me took a vindictive pleasure in hurting him. Part of me wanted to rip my throat out for saying that, for causing him pain.
"Congratulations. May I inquire to whom?" his voice was unnaturally flat. His eyes flashed to my hands.
Crap. I didn't have a ring.
"Oh..uh..i-it's Jacob Black," It was the first name that popped into my mind, "And he's getting the ring cleaned."
It was a dumb excuse. I thought he would see right through it, but I had become quite good at lying over the years. I looked down at my hands, they were trembling. I pasted a fake smile on my face, hoping it looked real.
He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but shut it quickly. He seemed to be battling something in his mind. His eyes met mine and seemed to bore right through me, and I knew he must know I was lying, that I was completely pathetic. I was now expecting him to call me out on my lie.
"Bella,"
Here it comes.
"Are you truly happy?"
He caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting this question. I knew I should have said yes, if I were getting married, I should be happy. My head was telling me to say yes, but my throat seemed to close up as if it would not let me lie anymore. So I sat there, like an idiot, just staring at him.
A flicker of hope passed through his eyes. I wondered what question I had answered with my silence. But then he stiffened, he whipped his head around to the door.
"Bella?" It was Jake's voice.
"Bella?!" Charlie's angry voice rang out.
I glimpsed up at Edward, his eyes were back on me. I winced, the pain was coming, I had let my mind wander too far, and I would have to pay for it. The hole in my chest seemed to ripple around the edges, it was coming soon.
"Bella," Edward was whispering. Oh God, how I had missed his whisper, "Don't lock your window tonight,"
And he was gone.
And for the second time that day, I fainted.
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Ha. She fainted again. Oh Noz! Bella engaged?! Haha.
