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I was on a high.

Rosalie didn't answer the phone- so I decided I would just call later. I was home alone; Renee hadn't got back yet...And the gleam on the kitchen knife was too tempting to ignore.

Just once, eh?

But it turned into more than that. You can't just cut yourself once- I started it because of stress, and I suppose I still do it because of stress, mostly. But the high you have while doing it, the adrenilene rush you feel...

It was so exhilerating.

And then, I locked myself up in the bathroom, trying to clean up the blood before Renee got home. It was bleeding so much- I thought I went overboard that time. The blood just kept flowing...I didn't know what to do.

Telling Renee was out of the question, and calling Alice? Heh. Never. All she would do was freak out and try to send me to the hospital- and then tell Renee.

And Rosalie...What good would she do? She was states away. There was no way. She wasn't an option.

So, what was I supposed to do? Sit here in the bathroom, and wait for the blood to stop? Hope it would stop? I was already getting loopy from lack of blood. If I lost anymore, chances were, I would faint and Renee finding me covered in a pile of blood lying on the bathroom floor was worse than me telling her about the cuts- and how I got them.

The biggest problem was the long gash near my vein, I reasoned. Thank got I hadn't cut the vein. If I wasn't atleast a little careful when I cut, I would be dead by now.

Anyway. How was I going to get rid of it? The rest of the cuts were little scrapes, barely oozing blood, but the gash was pouring out blood.

I had to think, and quick. Flag down options. Rosalie? No. Renee? No. Alice? God no.

So, who was there left? Who did I even know in this tiny town full of little hicks?

Oh. There was him. The Greek god. But, dear god, he didn't know me. I didn't know him. Hell, I didn't even have his cell phone number. I couldn't believe I even brought his name up into the options.

Oooh. Emmett. He wouldn't question, and I could tell him I cut myself making sandwichs...like a thousand times. I could tell him it bounced and hit me a couple more times. Not believable- not one bit, but Emmett didn't seem like the one to question the serious problems at hand. I somehow knew he would keep it a secret. Even if he didn't believe the knife thing.

Thank god Alice gave me his phone number.

Swiftly grabbing my cell out of my pants pocket with my good hand (Wouldn't do any good hurting myself any more, eh?) I dialed in his number and waited impatiently. I felt faint, and the smell of rusted blood didn't help at all.

"Heeello?" He finally answered. Thank god. His goofy voice actually made me feel a bit better.

"Emmett?" I asked impatiently.

"Yeah, Bells?" He answered seriously. He must have heard the urgency in my voice.

"I need you to come to my house. Can you clean a wound out? A, like, gash wound caused by a knife?" I asked again.

"Sure, not as good as Carlisle or Edward, but-"

"Well, as long as you can. My house? You know where it is?"

"Yeah. I'll be there in ten."

I was so tired, and faint, I didn't even bother to ask how he knew where my house was.

. . .

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want. It'll be our secret." Emmett grinned goofily, and for once I was glad for his high spirits.

"Our secret." I smiled. I stuck to my knife story- though by his face I was sure he didn't believe it, though he didn't question it. I had already fainted by the time he got to the house- I was thankful that I didn't lock the door. In my haste, I was sure I'd forgotten.

He had gotten me from the bathroom, then cleaned my wound before I woke up. When I woke up, though, I was pleasantly surprised Renee wasn't home. She must have had a PTO meeting or something.

But, when I did wake up, I was on the couch, and Emmett was watching football lazily. I must have been conked out for atleast an hour.

"Oh, you can leave now Emmett. Sorry for getting you...from whever you were before I called you." I apologized.

"No problem. A little excitement never hurt anyone." He grinned. Not wanting to seem rude, sicne it sounded as if I was kicking him out, I asked if he wanted anything to eat or drink, but he said no and left. A few minutes later Renee walked through the door; I was thankful for the longsleeved shirt I had on. She wouldn't suspect a thing- unless she touched it accidentally. Ow.

"Who was that boy, Bella?" She asked curiously, throwing her purse down on the counter carelessly.

"A friend." That was true. So I wasn't telling a lie. Not yet.

"Why was he here?" She asked again. Usually, she wasn't so inquisitive. What was with her today, of all days she decided to go Sherlock Holmes on me?

Anyway, I would have to lie now.

"We're partners on an English project. He was helping me." I lied. Well, he was in my English class. So that was only a part lie...

"Oh." Her face brightened. "You should have him over more often!"

"No, I don't think so." I hastened. "He probably won't want to, and we're not moved in all that well right now, you know?"

"You're right." She smiled. "We should focus on moving in, first! Oh, dear, I'm going to start on dinner. Sorry I'm late. PTO meeting."

I knew it.

"It's okay, Mom." Really, it was. If she had caught me...Well, we don't want to go there, do we?

"Oh. Well, that's good. Lasagne tonight." And she left. Thank god. My arm was killing me...but I couldn't get an ice pack with Renee in the kitchen, could I?

Sigh. I would just have to live without it.

"I'm going to sleep early, Mom!" I called. "I have a headache."

"Okay." I heard her answer. "I'll just slip some lasagne in the fridge and if you wake up for a late night snack or something you can heat it up."

"Thanks!" I called, taking two steps a time up the stairs, until I hit my room, shutting the door loudly, hoping she got the fact I didn't want to be disturbed.

Shedding my shirt, I winced at the sight of my cut. I would just take a shower tomorrow morning- It was much too tender now, but maybe it wouldn't be as tender in the morning. I hoped.

Another task I had to face- Getting some pajamas on. I usually wore a ratty old tshirt and some sweatpants, but that seemed like it would hurt to much, so I decided on sleeping in my bra and some sweatpants tonight, so I wouldn't need to shove another shirt on my tender arm after taking one off.

Even so, taking the one I had off proved difficult. One little wrong movement, and it hurt so much I hissed involuntarily.

But I soon had it off, and was thankful I had a sports bra on; Those were easier to sleep in. Besides, I didn't have much to fill padded ones in, anyway.

After sneaking out of my room and brushing my teeth quickly in the bathroom, and washing my face off a little, I snuggled in deep into my covers and only hoped that no one would take a second look at my arm.

But knowing Alice, I knew that wasn't going to happen.

A girl could hope, though, right? Even if she knew those hopes would be diminished as soon as they were brought up.

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Author's Note- I fear this one is short, but it's a filler. I wanted it out before tomorrow (The band has our first game to play at. We didn't play at the first. For anyone that actually took the time to read this, I'm a clarinet, on a side note.) and out before September 5th- because, hello, my birthday! I will be an age between 1-99. Go me.

Did anybody else read Breaking Dawn? (I read it the day it came out, but I'm lazy and haven't talked about it till now.) I think it was pretty good, though my opinions on Renesmee's birth and Jacob's POV I didn't like. Those were about the only things.

Anybody else besides me gonna go to the Twilight movie when it's out, too? I think Robert Pattinson's okay, but I don't like his head shape. It just kinda bugs me. The rest of the cast, in my opinion, couldn't have been better.

So sorry for the super long Author's note.

P.S. Has anybody else read cutting stories? I think some are cheap, and don't realize what they're writing about...

But I have first hand expirience.