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Chapter 5: BPoV
"Bella..." Carlisle trailed off. He didn't seem sure wether or not to get near me.
Bella. Bella, Bella, Bella. That's all I've been hearing this week. Since Alice and Edward and Emmett are constantly trying to get me to talk to them, and they seem to refuse
to call me Izzy. Why couldn't they just leave me alone? I'd done what Edward wanted; I'd moved on, become a new me. So why the hell were they here!?
"I don't know what to say." Carlisle shook his head. He took a step closer and knelt next to me.
Oh come on!
"Seriously?" I hissed. I got to my feet. He stood too, looking surprised. "Why are you all acting like fucking saints? Why can't you just piss off and leave me the hell alone like you were
supposed to? You're not supposed to be here! You're supposed to be in 'LA'." I made air quotes with my fingers.
"Bella, I-" Carlisle started to say.
"Shut up, I'm not done!" I snapped. He looked entirely taken aback. "I'm Izzy now. Get it. IZZY! NOT BELLA! Bella was a wuss. I'm different. I won't take any of your family's shit! And
here!" I picked up the pocket knife, snapped it shut, and handed it to Carlisle. "Tell Edward that you don't give knives to emo kids. Bye." I didn't give him any chance to explain before I
across the deserted employee parking lot to my Audi. I opened the door roughly and slammed it shut, buckled myself in and sped away, hitting 70 before I'd left the parking lot. In my
ear view mirror I saw Carlisle standing there, looking after me, shock written all over his face. It made me want to laugh, but somewhere inside me I felt a pang of remorse.
EPoV
Bella's voice was increadible. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I stared blankly after her when she took the knife and walked away, into a parking lot.
"Way to go, Einstein." A female voice drawled behind me.
"Pardon?" I asked. I regognized her jet black hair, streaked with hit pink, from the band. She was the bass guitarist. Her clothes were all black, and the shirt read 'Airhead' across the
front. Her hair was whispy, and her bangs covered her eyes entirely.
She let out a snort of laughter, confusing me. "You get a lot of 'pardons' at clubs." She explained, still laughing. "You also don't get a lot of people who will hand an emo kid a knife."
she continued. What was she talking about?
Seeing my look made her roll her eyes. "Look, genius, only a blind man wouldn't see the shitload of scars on Izzy's wrist. You just handed her a knife. Seriously? Her hands have
been shaking since she got here. I know what its like; I've been there. I also know that she just recently lost her knife and has been using kitchen knives to cut." She sighed. "Could
be anything really."
I realized what she meant. Bella wasn't herself anymore. She hurt her wrists. I'd just basically told her to go ahead and do it.
"I need to go tell her not to!" I exclaimed.
"Right. All she needs is some hot guy to tell her that cutting her wrists is bad for her, and BAM! she's not emo anymore." The girl mocked.
"No you dont get it. We have history." I explained. Bella would have to listen to me.
Suddenly the girl's gaze became more aware, more intense. "You wouldn't happen to be Edward?" She asked, her voice dangerous.
"I might be." I said hesitantly.
"Then take my advice. Let Izzy be. I've seen in pictures what she was like before, and I see her now that you've left. If I know Izz, then the more you tell her to stop, the more she'll
do it. Just to piss you off." She said it without a doubt, like she knew Bella.
She didn't know Bella. I knew Bella. But I didn't know Izzy, and this girl sure did.
I was about to thank her when I heard a car speed away. I rushed into the parking lot where Bella had been. She was gone, along with her gorgeous spotless Audi. Carlisle stood
there.
~This isn't good Edward. Her body is constantly losing blood. She's going to damage herself.
I knew that. It was clear.
I got into my volvo and sped off into the night. I knew I shouldn't be doing what I was doing, but It felt like my mind was disconnected from my body. My mind was saying STOP!, but
my body wasn't listening. It just kept going.
Within twenty minutes I was parked in front of Bella's house. I could hear her shuffling around. She was wearing heels, could tell that. What else was different?
I took a deep unnecessary breath before stepping out of the car. There was no one looking, so I sped to the front door. Another breath. I knocked twice.
It took Bella a solid three minutes before reluctantly openning the door. There was sshock on her face when she saw me, then anger, then a kind of angry acceptance.
"What?" She snapped.
"I was wondering if I could talk to you." I told her carefully. I was doing everything I could not to offend her.
"What? Want to tell me how you don't want me and I don't belong with you again? Want to ruin my life again?" She asked, angry. Every word she said stung me more and more.
It cut into my dead heart, and I realized what I had done to her.
"No." I sighed. I was about to turn away, when she mumbled, "come in."
I turned to stare at her in shock. Was she finally starting to warm up to me? It didn't seem like it, with the things she'd said.
"Well?" My Bella snapped, back to the her I'd been seeing this week. "Are you coming in, or not?"
Without a word I walked into the familiar house, and Bella closed the door loudly behind me. "Stay away from the kitchen." She said. I looked at her curiously, and she showed me
her wrists, as though the fact were childishly obvious. I realized that the kitchen must be where Bella cut herself, and she didn't want me to smell the blood.
"Why are you here?" She asked, her voice was cold, unwelcoming and unencouraging.
"I want to talk about what you're doing to yourself." I said, hoping she wouldn't hear the ever so slight tremor in my voice. But, being Bella, she did. She noticed everything. Her eyes
glowed wisely.
"You want to talk about how I'm killing myself. How I'm damaged and broken." She said. It wasn't a question. She knew.
"How-?" I started to ask.
"I get it from Jacob all the time." She rolled her eyes. She was wearing makeup, as I had noticed in class.
"Yes, that's what I want to talk about." I said softly.
Her eyes were suddenly full of challenge. "You think I'm broken?" She asked, her voice icy. I nodded. "Then fix me."
I stared at her in shock. "What?"
"If you think I'm broken and damaged, fix me. Make me better." She explained. "Fix me." She repeated. Then she sighed. "You should go. I'm expecting a call."
"Okay." I said blankly. She showed me out the front door, closing it immeadiately after I was outside.
As I drove home, all I could think about was what she said.
"Fix me."
Well, here's your friday chapter, jsut like I promised!
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I'll try to have another chapter by friday at the latest, but I'll be writting some drafts while I'm on vacation, so it might be before! *crosses fingers*.
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