The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: #1

Pen Name: EveryDayBella

Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella

Rating: T

Word Count: 499

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I know something's wrong as soon as she storms out of her class.

A second later my arms are full of Bella. She throws her arms around my waist and clings there. My t-shirt is soon wet where she's sobbing. I don't waste time to figure out what's happened. I know I've got to get her out of here before she gets worse.

I half drag her out of the school and into the backseat of my car. I'll take her home, but I need to get her calmed down first. If she keeps going like this she'll make herself sick. She's done that before.

This has been the story since the accident. The slightest trigger and she gets sucked back. Bringing her out of her spells is difficult.

My beautiful girl. She used to be so bright and full of life. This shell she's in is slowly killing us.

She stretches out on the seat and I curl myself around her, her back to my chest, our fingers twisted together. The small cabin is filled with her soft cries. I press my lips against the crown of her head and began whispering in her ear. I tell her that's ok, that she's with me, that no one is going to hurt her. I repeat it until the sound of my voice and the rain drumming on the roof lull her almost to sleep.

When her breath evens out I stop talking and just hold her. I want to take her home, but I can't bear to let her go either. These spells kill me because I have no idea how to fix it.

My eyes begin to burn. It kills me that I can't do anything to help her. I hate that she has to suffer so much for an idiot mistake.

It kills me even more that she doesn't seem to be getting better. Everyone tells us that she just needs time, but it's been almost a year. What if she never gets better?

I stifle a sob against her hair and try to focus on my fingers playing with the edge of her sweater. It's damn near impossible to get the thing off. She wears it everywhere. It's baggy on her and I think it makes her feel safe. She stole it from me at some point. I never asked for it back. Much like my heart and I had initions of asking for it back. Bella would get better. She had to. We had to much still to do.

I hear her moan and pull her a little tighter against my chest.

"I'm scared, Edward." Her voice is rough and broken from all her time spent crying.

"I know, Bella, but its going to be okay. I promise."

I let the conviction flow through me so it hopefully will convince her. I wasn't going to leave her.

I held her close until the sound of the rain on the roof eases us both to sleep.