Hey everyone! So I know I've been negleting my fanfic. I have been reciveing alot of reviews telling me that they think its not real enough. So okay I'm going to try to make it real. But just because bella isnt reacting to pain like everyone else does... But anyway I would like to thank jo schmoe and one other person who made a verrrrrrrry long review! It's the only reason your getting this update.
The morning of the funeral.
I am so not getting up.
"Bella get up!" Emmett screamed befor tackeling my bed, gently of course. Well his opinion of gentle anyway. I am not ready for this day yet. I want to sleep for a few more centuries. "Bella your boyyyyyyyyfriend is on the telephone!!" He teased. So thats why he was in a decent mood. He wanted to tease me. Ugh. I put the pillow over my head.
"I'm not getting up. Leave me alone Emmett!" I screamed.
"GET UP GET UP GETTTT UP!!" He screamed.
"STOP SCREAMING!" Mark screamed from down stairs. Such a hypocrite. I'm stil not getting up.
"Here talk to your boyfriend" Emmett told me putting the phone next to me and walked away. Stupid boy.
"Hello?" I said into the phone with the pillow still over my head.
"Hey baby" I heard Jakes seductive voice say. It kinda makes me feel special that someone would call me that.
"Uh whats up?" I said nervously. I had never felt nervous talking to my best friend before.. But he's no longer my best friend, now hes my boy friend.
"Time for you to get up sleepy! You have to go to the... you have stuff to do!" I could hear the sadness in his voice.
"Are you going to the funeral Jake?" I asked letting him know I knew what today was.
"... Yeah Bella... I am... My dad, Billy, was your dad's best friend..." He explained.
"Okay... good..."
"Bella I'll always be there for you" He told me.
"Thanks Jake." ... "Oh I gotta go I gotta get ready, bye!"
"Bye babe" Then I heard the dial tone. I felt the tears falling. I needed to talk to my mom about what I was feeling. Ugh.
"Come on Bella you need to get ready! I'll help you." Taylor told me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed. I walked mindlessly to the bathroom where she sat mad me sit down on the counter. She instantly began to straighten my hair. I said nothing. I was to tired to care. I sat there in silence and started to get annoyed.
"Its a fucking funeral Taylor not a god damn fashion show" I told her as she put on another layer of makeup.
"Watch your mouth" Ethan said as he walked past the door.
"Make me!" I screamed back. I was extra crabby I guess.
"You need to calm your ass down, God damn it!" He screamed at me. I didn't care it was only making me angryier.
"Don't tell me wha-" I began to say as Mark came up the stairs looking angry as he cut me off.
"Both of you need to stop using Gods name in vain!"
"THERE IS NO GOD!" I screamed. I could feel the tears falling down my face. I was glad my sister used waterproof makeup.
"What the hell is wrong with you of course there is God!" Mark was screaming directly at me now. It was kinda scary.
"IF THERE WAS A GOD HE WOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN MOM OR DAD!" I screamed back. I don't know where I got my voice from but I did. Instantly I saw a mix of emotions in everyones eyes on me. From pain, to hurt, to understanding, to anger. I just stared back letting the tears run down my face. When it became apparent no one was going to say anything else I just ran. I didn't care that I was in stiletoes, or a skirt, or anything. I just ran. I knew I couldn't get far. Not in these shoes anyway. I ended up only getting to behind the garage. I sat down on the cold cement and pulled my knees close to my chest crying and shaking. I couldn't with stand the pain. I needed to close my eyes and wake up and just make it all go away. The next thing I new there was a cloud of blackness all around me.
