Secrets That Kill
Summary:Bella has been living in Forks all her life. After years of bullying she turns to something that can kill. Later she is diagnosed with anorexia and she cuts daily. She's in the stage of depression. Will the new kids be able to help her out? All human.
Disclaimer:I do not own Twilight or its characters. I just own the plot of this story.
Ages:
Bella – 17
Edward – 17
Emmett – 18
Rosalie – 17
Jasper – 17
Alice – 16
Charlie – 43
Carlisle – 36
Esme - 35
Families:
Swans;
Bella
Charlie
Cullen's;
Carlisle
Esme
Emmett (oldest of the bunch)
Rosalie & Jasper (twins, the next in the family)
Edward (adopted in the family 3 years after the twins were born)
Alice (the youngest of the bunch)
(all of them are Carlisle and Esme's real children apart from Edward)
Edward Cullen.
Bella wasn't in school for the whole week. The girl called Angela – who only knew a little of Bella – was the one to take us to our lessons and Mrs. Cope at the end of the day. She was nice and easy to get along with but she wasn't Bella. She couldn't make me smile like Bella could. Bella was different and unique I guess.
"…So this is the gym as you probably know." Angela carried on with her introductions to each room. "You've probably had gym by now so yeah that's the gym." She shrugged and faced us. "That's all of the rooms."
We all smiled and followed her back to the cafeteria with me walking alongside Rosalie – who was 9 months and 10 days older than me. Since Monday – 2 days ago – she's been jumpy, quiet and not her usual self. We have all questioned her about it but she keeps brushing us off, saying that it's nothing and that she's fine.
I knew she wasn't. Something was worrying her and she wouldn't tell me.
As we took our usual seats around the table in the cafeteria Alice was the first to begin conversation. "So, do you know where Bella is?"
Everyone had been asking where Bella was except for Rosalie. How could she be so cold hearted?
Angela shook her head sadly. "I'm not sure, her dad said that she wasn't feeling so well lately so he's keeping her home; Bella gets very sick easily."
"That probably explains why Dad keeps going around the Swan's all the time then." Emmett said as he shoveled 6 chips into his mouth. He looked like he knew something though.
"Bella can't be that sick. Dad goes around there early in the morning, at lunch time and then just before tea and sometimes near bedtime." I said, confused as to why Dad has a sudden urge to go around their house.
Angela swirled her fork in her pasta. "Trust me, Bella can be that sick. You didn't see her at the start of last year." She shook her head as if she was shaking away bad thoughts.
Lunch went quickly after that but lessons without Bella were slow. Very slow. She wasn't there giving me shy smiles or looks and so all I was receiving now was the horny looks of Jessica and Lauren and their fake faces of make-up. It was gross.
"Sooo Eddie." Lauren said, leaning on my desk as she batted her eyelashes. "Got anything planned for this Saturday?" She smiled – in a way in which I think was supposed to be attractive.
"Yes I have actually Lauren." I said back in the same tone. "I'm going to visit Bella." I smiled. Did I just say that? Ah well, I liked Bella and I was aloud to say what I wanted. I really did want to visit Bella.
Lauren's face fell but then turned to that of pure rage. "Her? You're going to see that selfish brat? She's a fat pig! You need to be with someone like me! Bella's a slut!"
I was appalled with what she had just said about Bella. I didn't like Lauren altogether; she had nearly killed Bella. "What? I need to be with someone like you?" she nodded eagerly. "Well I don't think that's fair, I mean you did nearly kill Bella before; strangled her until she had to be rushed to hospital because she couldn't breathe, and you're calling Bella a brat? Have you not looked in the mirror lately?"
Her face turned to a bright red in anger. "How dare you!" she hissed and stalked off to her seat.
Finally the dismissal bell rang and I met up with my siblings and we drove back home. Carlisle's car was in the driveway but it looked like Esme was out, probably shopping for the garden.
As soon as we got through the door Rosalie went off to the computer – like she always seems to be doing – and Alice went to look at fashion magazines, Emmett and Jasper went to play some video games and I went into the front room to see was Carlisle was up too.
He was occupying the table in the front room with all his medical equipment surrounding him. I sat opposite him and ran my hands over the IV pump. "How's Bella?"
Carlisle looked up from his fiddling tiredly. "She's stable." He spoke no further.
I stared at him. "Stable?" I repeated. "You're talking as if she's fighting for her life!"
"She's not in good condition, Edward. Bella picks up infections and illnesses very easily and they have huge effects on her." He stated.
I sighed loudly. "But that's my point. She hasn't got an infection has she? It's something more Carlisle, I know it is."
He closed his eyes for a brief moment. "Edward, I can't tell you; it's confidential but I'll tell you, Edward; she's doing okay. Charlie and I are looking after her."
Frustrated that I hadn't gotten anywhere with Carlisle I left for my room and fell into a deep sleep at just 5pm. I didn't know why because I wasn't even tired but I woke up around 7pm anyway for some tea before settling to do my homework.
Bella Swan
I awoke from my faint only minutes later. Charlie was crying and holding me at which I started to panic at. He eventually let me go, realizing that I didn't like the contact, and I shuffled into the couch.
They knew about Ana.
"Bella…" Charlie said, reaching out for me.
Tears dripped down my face. "Don't Charlie…please don't…I…"
Carlisle - who I had only just noticed was still here - sat down next to my dad on the opposite couch. "Bella I need to let you know that you're very sick. You might not know it but everyone would agree with us."
"Am I dying?" I said with a dead voice, though inside I was hopeful.
Carlisle stared at me for a few moments. "Very slowly, Bella. We need to get you healthy again."
Yes! My world was eventually going to end from some disease and it wasn't even my fault! "What have I got?" I said, trying to make my voice sad.
"Anorexia." Charlie said, causing me to look from Carlisle to him.
Carlisle nodded grimly. "Anorexia Nervosa."
Those 2 words sent my world crashing down. It was like everything was blurring around me but I wasn't going to faint; I was just blocking everyone out.
I didn't listen much as Carlisle informed Charlie that my 'illness' was back and that he'd do anything he could to make me better again.
I didn't bother listening anymore; I had heard it all before. I didn't need another reminder of my stupid life.
At least they didn't know about the cutting. That was a secret, for now.
I felt someone wrap their arms around me and carry me up the stairs but I didn't react; my body was numb. I didn't have the strength to push the person away. The panic didn't come but I knew when I could feel again the panic would come back.
I was lowered onto something soft and I knew that it was my bed. I didn't react as the covers were pulled up over me and then another person sat down on the other side of the bed.
So Charlie and Carlisle were both in my room. Just great.
Good job I had hid the food and weight loss books under the floorboard and cleaned my tools and put them safely in their locked box earlier today.
"Can you leave me alone?" I said through gritted teeth, trying with all my might to feel at least something.
"Bella, you need to talk to us." I heard Carlisle say but he didn't make any attempt to touch me.
"I don't need to talk!" I fumed angrily. I only got angry on rare occasions and trust me; no one wanted to see me angry.
Someone sighed. I was guessing it was Charlie. "I think we should leave her; she isn't going to talk…not yet anyway. Can we try tomorrow?"
Yes! Rock on Charlie! Please say that you'll leave it until tomorrow!
Carlisle sighed and the pressure from my bed was gone as he stood up. "Alright. I need to go home now; the kids are probably worrying where I am. Can I speak to you downstairs?" He asked.
I heard the 2 exit the room and my door slam shut. I quickly got up and pushed aside the thin piece of clothing covering my cuts and scars.
I dropped my feet onto the floor quietly and headed to the floorboard. I lifted it up and found the tiny key before shuffling across the floor on my hands and knees so I was in front of the tightly locked box. I got the gold key and shoved it into the lock, pulling the first box open. I then took the silver key and continued onwards until 2 more boxes were unlocked. See? I was very prepared though it was hell sometimes when I desperately needed to cut. I grabbed the sharpener blade and sat back against the wall, making sure the cloth was by my side.
I took the edge of the blade very carefully in my fingertips and scraped it across a blank space on the top of my right arm. I pressed down and gave pressure as I drew the blade across my skin.
When the sharp pain came I dropped the blade to the floor and shoved the cloth over the new cut. It would take a while to stop bleeding.
Knotting the cloth around my arm I picked up the blade and washed it with a wet wipe – which I quickly hid under some things in the trash – and put it back in the box and locked everything up. I'd put the cloth under the floorboard.
That cut was for our idiotic behavior Ana.I thought mentally.
Ana grunted in response. She wasn't happy at all. She was scared and upset that people had found out about her. She was a shy but very stubborn person. She was telling me to hide but I couldn't hide from this. Not ever.
I didn't go to dinner 2 hours later, at 9pm. Charlie had called me but I didn't reply. When he came up to my room and hammered on the door I didn't come out. I didn't know why he even bothered trying to get in through the locked door. It was pointless. And he couldn't climb up the pipe outside; I'd locked my window. I wasn't that stupid.
"Bella." Charlie sighed on the other side. "I suggest you come out right now. You need to eat."
"Haven't you been listening to anything today?" I shot back.
That got him to shut up. After that I didn't hear anything apart from him sauntering back downstairs and then heading back up at around 12am for bed.
I didn't fall asleep till a little after 1am. Not that it bothered me anyway; I wasn't going to be going to school. Carlisle had said for me to keep off school for a week. Why on Earth would he do that? To watch me? To make me feel lonely? Why did everyone on this planet have to hate me?
I cried myself to sleep that night, clutching my only teddy to my chest the whole time. I didn't want to live another day. I was scared for tomorrow, I was scared about living, and I was scared for what was to come.
Poor Bella...I've been through this...not exactly the best thing in world!
May God bless you all and give you strength this week! :) Off to see Breaking Dawn later ;D So can't wait! So excited now! 2 hours to go! :) Anyone seen it yet?
