The Bella Diary's

by Starstruckblondie

The world was dark. I couldn’t breathe; the air seemed too thick. I never knew this could happen to me. Both of the men I trusted in my life desert me. Only I have that bad of luck. I’m Bella Swan, and this is my story.

4. Chapter 4

Sept. 21, 2009

The pain doesn't stop. It just gets worse. Everything I see reminds me of him. My room, my truck, and my school are all connected to him. I don't want to live anymore. Death has to be way easier than this. I need a distraction, or I might commit suicide. There's a knife from my dinner on my bedside table. I couldn't eat with Charlie tonight. It was too much.

The knife's calling me. I wonder what it will feel like piercing my skin. People say it's an endorphin rush. Maybe I'd enjoy it. Not killing myself, just seeing my blood pool and spill over my skin. I think I'll try. It can't hurt more than this.

Nothing hurts more than this.