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Chapter 6

The doctor lied! It was another two hours before my blood transfusion was completed and another hour before I had the IVs taken out and for the blasted nurse to remember the discharge papers. I nearly ran out the front doors, just trying to get away.

The ride home was even worse. Charlie kept asking me if I needed him to stay home and take care of me. I stated back every time "No!" Which, I might add, he wouldn't accept so he would be asking Jacob to spend tomorrow with me. Great! Like I needed to scare the hell out of Jacob again! I had tried to argue the point, but Charlie was on a roll and I immediately lost the battle.

It was a little after two when we walked through the front door. My legs were had fallen asleep at the hospital and I was still having trouble walking up right. Once again, Charlie offered to help, but I forced myself to make my way up the stairs. I was tired, confused, and most of all in a really bad mood. Hospitals tend to upset me.

"Want me to call Jacob?" Charlie called up. I groaned.

"Dad...It's two in the morning. I doubt he's even awake."

"Well..." he sounded like he was reaching the end of his fuse. "He told me to call when we got home. He was worried about you Bella." My shoulders sagged and I knew I had no say in this. That's two for Charlie.

"No...I'll call him." I turned myself around and made my way back down the stairs. My legs felt as if sand bags were attached to each one.

"You sure?" Charlie said as stepped if the stairs. I glared at him as I yanked the phone away from him and dialed the Black's number. I then leaned against the wall and waited. Hoping and praying no answered.

"Hello?" Billy answered after the fourth or fifth ring. Great!

"Hi Billy.... It's Bella. Jake wanted me to call when I got home. Is he still up?" Billy paused on the other end of the line and I heard some thing rustling in the background.

"He's not feeling well right now, Bella." My heart fell into my stomach. Had I made him sick?

"Is he okay?" I blurted out. "Does he need help? I can be over there...."

"Bella...I got to go..." Then dial tone. I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it. What was wrong with Jake? Had I hurt him? I glanced up and noticed Charlie looking at me, waiting for me to answer.

"Jacobs sick. I don't think he'll be coming." Charlie nodded and crossed his arms.

"Then I'll call the guys and tell them that I'm staying home with you."

"Dad you don't have to. I feel fine."

"Now you do, but later? Whatever that was you scared Jacob!" His voice rose. I cringed and tried to fade into the wall behind. I hated seeing him mad. "And you scared me half to death! When will you realize that you can't ignore the fact that you're sick! I'm not leaving tomorrow and you can nag all you damn well please, but it's not going to chance the fact that I'm the parent and YOU WILL DO AS YOUR TOLD!" I could see Charlie's veins pulsing in his neck. I nodded slightly and turned to leave before he could say anything else. It wasn't rare to see him upset, but when he yelled, you knew he meant business.

I was lying down on my bed and had curled myself up in a cocoon of blankets and sheets. My tears were falling freely down my cheeks. I was angry... not Charlie, Jake or them. I was mad at myself. Mad that I wasn't strong enough not to worry the ones I love, mad because I was too accident prone that I let a single paper cut ruin everything that I had had. Mad because I was blinded by love to realize that he didn't want me. I felt myself choke up when I thought of him and I knew I was falling back into my mindless existence. I should have known better than to know that a Vampire could never love of human. Alas I was stupid and I hated myself for letting myself fall for it. I would never forgive myself for it.

I laid there and let the remorse and misery take me. I had broken my promise not to worry Charlie and for all I knew I was dying. Beneath the blankets my finger gently rubbed my scar, my impending doom. There were too many coincidences. I wasn't a vampire, but something told me that the possibility of me being one had become greater. That part I was sure of, but I need more info... I needed Carlisle.

A light sparked inside my head and I quickly pushed the blankets off of me. I got out of bed and made my way to my desk. I pulled out an old notebook and pen and thought over the two days. Looking over the chain reactions.

Friday morning, I woke up out of the trance like state I had been living in for four months. I don't know how I did. It was like staring out of cloudy window, then staring out a clean one. Within the hour of waking up, my scar starts to itch and by one on Friday my arm is in pain and the scar is burning. I couldn't even make it through the school day and left near the end of lunch. The at home I found out that the hot water didn't affect my right hand, when it burned my left. The next morning, or better yet afternoon, I start noticing different smells and Jacob smelled as if he was wearing heavy cologne, but he wasn't and the closer he got the harder it was for me to breath. Then when he grabbed me, his skin against mine felt like burning fire. I pass out, wake up in the hospital and am told by some doctor that my red blood cell count was very low. It was a chain of events until I had the blood transfusion. My eyes lit up.

Was I really turning into a vampire? It didn't add up though. Alice had told me that the process was excruciating and lasted about three days on average. I hadn't been bit in over six months or so and that meant that something was wrong with my scar. Had it been infected? I looked at it again and tired to see if something looked different about it. I needed more info. I needed to research more information on vampires, look up the myths and legends and try to find any connection, but more than that I had to find away to get hold of the Cullens. Whether or not he wanted to come back to and save me, I knew the others would. They had to...right?

I felt my tears starting to come back and I hugged my knees close to my chest. I was scared. I had no idea how I was ever planning to find out where the Cullens were. I thought back to my idea of calling every hospital in the continental U.S to find out where Carlisle was. I knew he had a passion for saving lives. He still had to be working. Did they find another house for Esme to redecorate? Did Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper.... Alice! I hit myself in the forehead. How could I forget Alice! She could see the future! How could she not see the pain I was in?

Then my stomach dropped. Maybe they had and didn't care. No! That's not Alice. She would never.... but he would. "No." I whispered to myself. I knew what I had to do now. I had to get Alice to see me. Spark a vision in her that would have her and the rest the family running to help me and the best way to do that was do something extremely stupid and/or dangerous. Which was going to hard. After all....this is Forks.

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