A/N Sorry this is a bit late but I DONT CARE! I spent AGES createing this so poo you!!
Just a bit of info I forgot to mention - Bella is sort of an emo, she wears LOADS of balck, but its still kind of geeky stuff!
The songs for this chapter are:
Somewhere I Belong - Linkin Park
and
Let The Flames Begin - Paramore
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I dont own ANY of the Twilight people, or the books, then belong to the wonderful Mrs. Meyer!!
Chapter 3: Black Holes and Revelations
Bella's POV
My heart thumped out a steady rhythm as I ambled along the overgrown footpath, heading deeper and deeper into the forest. The cool air refreshed my lungs and I felt somewhat relaxed, even though the music in my ears blocked me from hearing the harmonic songs of the birds and the soft rustle of the trees.
I was listening to Linkin Park, and I was able to pour all my sadness into that song.
I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've held so long
(Erase all the pain till it's gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
Tears welled up in my eyes and I took another deep calming breath, enjoying the damp air. Instead of listening to the painful words that I understood only too well, I tried to concentrate instead of remembering which way I had come three days beforehand.
I soon came to a vaguely familiar split in the path, left or right, my mind struggled to remember the way I had come.
Left or right?
Left or right?
Neither.
I walked strain on, ignoring the proper pathways either side of me, stumbling and tripping my way through the leafy undergrowth and dirt that paved my improvised path.
Soon I was at my new sanctuary.
I found one everywhere I went, I was always in need of one. The last house we were at had a long forgotten basement, with a concealed entrance. I had to keep my motorcycle parked in an alley near the house.
I was slightly less lucky this time, considering that it was a 10 minute walk through the woods near my house.
Though I was still happy that I had found this place, since I was able to see a were-wolf, something that I missed since we had lived in Illinois.
I slowly walked to the tree, laying down some spate tarpaulin that I kept at my Sanctuary, and sitting down, wiping away the stream of crystal tears that streamed down my face.
I was truly unwanted, I had realized that when the cheerleader had slaged me off without even knowing me. I was a waste of space. I was a total failure. Nobody loved me. Nobody even liked me. I was just some stupid idiot that took up people's space, time and money. Why couldn't I have somewhere that I belonged? Was I destined to be alone and weak forever? Was there someone out there for me? Was there someone I could lean on and maybe even fall in love with?
The werewolves had been my friends. I had figured out what they were, accepted them and they, in turn, had accepted me and the fact that I knew their old secret.
I wondered if there were other real myths, like if witches or vampires or zombies were real. It was possible, right? Though I was sure one of those mythical creatures were real, the wolves had called themselves 'protectors'. I had talked with them once, that was the only time they had showed themselves to me in their human form. That was the last time I had seen them, I moved a day after. They were my only true friends. The only people who cared for me. They had tried to help me once or twice, restraining my father when he had tried to hit me in a drunken rage; but one of the wolves, Thomas, had gotten to angry and changed. It had been messy.
I turned on my side and propped myself up on my other arm .
I then felt something dig into my skin.
I dug my hand into my pocked, pulling out the jet black shiny pocketknife I carried with me all the time. I started at it, flicking open the sharpest knife and staring at its glinting metal surface. It was beautiful, yet so deadly.
It was then I had the all familiar thoughts of killing myself.
It would be so easy, I could just plunge it into my heart here and now. Or slit my own throat. Maybe even sink the blade into the pale, soft flesh of my wrist.
"Your thinking about killing yourself, aren't you?" A musical voice spoke, cutting through the silence of the meadow. My head shot up, and I started to wildly look around in surprise and alarm. Standing in front of me was the bronze haired boy with the deadly black stare from the cafeteria. "You're Isabella Swan, right?" He asked and I was barely able to nod my head. "I assume you are I've never seen you before. I'm Edward Cullen and I have an offer for you."
He was very straight to the point. I admired him for that. I kept quiet and it him get on with his little speech.
"What would you say if I told you I could end it?" He was joking, he had to be. "Right here, right now. You would hardly feel anything. It would be quick." I was shocked. My mind was running at a hundred miles an hour. Did he really mean it? It couldn't be tht easy. Why would he do that for me.
"H…h…how?" I stuttered, completely shocked.
"Just close your eyes and say your last prayer." He replied, his calm voice soothing me strangely. Here was I, about to die and all I could think about was the little blue butterfly that was fluttering over the flowers just behind Edward.
Give them what they deserve. The simple prayer echoed around my mind.
I closed my eyes and waited for death to come…
(A/N: OH MY CARLSILE!)
I could feel Edward's cool breath on my neck and I started to wonder how he would kill me.
My question was soon answered, for Edward had just plunged his startlingly white teen into the side of my neck. I screamed in surprise, what the neck did he think he was doing.
He was a vampire, he had to be, otherwise why would he be doing this? This was what the wolves were protecting humanity from. The pain was growing slowly in my neck as I was being drained of blood.
"NO!" someone shouted, a female, and Edward's teeth were rip out of my neck. I screamed again, my eyes springing open as I started to clutch at my wound.
I felt two stone cold arms pick me up as the fire started to burn me.
"It's burning!" I screamed and started to struggle against the arms of my savior. The once peaceful meadow was now filled with the sounds of loud boulders crashing together, hurting my ears. It had turned into a battle site. Edward was struggling to get to me while others, vampires I assume, were restraining him.
My blood was carrying the fire around my body, by now the burning had reached my heart, the pain making my screaming never end.
"STOP IT!" I screamed once again as MP3 pumped music into my ears. The blood coming from my cut was making me dizzy and I started to feel sick, but that was nothing compared to the Fires of Hell that were burning me.
What a shame we all became such fragile, broken things.
A memory remains just a tiny spark.
I give it all my oxygen,
To let the flames begin
To let the flames begin.
"Shush, Isabella, everything is going to be alright." I assumed that it was my savior specking in that soft beautiful voice. I looked up, my screaming stopping for a few moments and I saw the beautiful blonde haired boy from the hall. I half grimaced before the pain became too much and the dark tendrils of death took me over.
I fell great fully into the black hole, waiting for me, hungry for my weak and sad soul.
Bet you wern't expecting that!?
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