Chapter Seven

I stared at the lifeless squirrel that lay in my hands; a constant trickle of blood flowed from the tiny little punctures in its neck. Who ever said being 'vegetarian' made life any easier? I've felt pain for everything I've ever killed. I even cringe at the number of ants I've accidentally stood on.

I sighed and stared up at the towering trees, feeling the drip of rain splatter across my face. I was blinking back tears as I thought of my surroundings. I was in the exact same place Bella had laid on the ground, the night I had left her clutching her chest in agony. Traces of her scent still lingered and I could almost smell the pain she had marked this place with.

I had often wandered this area, in the very occasional time frames that I wasn't with Bella. I don't know why … maybe I think I deserve to remember, to cast my mind back to those terrible times, and live that night over and over for her. I'll never forgive myself …

As I kept my face turned upwards, I now felt incredible pain, almost the worst pain I've ever felt. The worst pain, of course, was when I thought Bella was … well, dead.

Death surrounds me today, Carlisle's gone, this poor squirrel's life is gone, my heart is dead, even more so than it was before; how could Bella just get over me? Just like that?

I forced myself to look at the squirrel, and came to the conclusion that I should probably perform the usual ritual I perform for anything I killed with my mere lips. I touched my shoulders, my head, and my chest.

I swiftly looked at my watch and said aloud. "Time of death, approximately two thirty-five PM, April first."

April first ... the date seemed oddly familiar to me. I threw my mind back, remembering things that happened to me on this day. A vivid horrible memory came back to me.

April 1st 1979 - Alice forced me to go to a club with her, and naturally, I objected. She insisted that I would have the time of my life, and begged me until I could no longer stand to look at her pitiful face. I gave in, and let her drag me along, telling me that music was the best in the country, and that I'd love it. I thought that it wouldn't be so bad, until the music began to play. It was like death screaming at me in a bogan's voice. I had covered my ears and had looked around at the people around me, exasperated. Country music is my worst enemy. Alice, dancing around me had screamed, 'APRIL FOOLS!' and I had glared back, about to snap her neck. The worst part was that she didn't let me leave until the early hours of the morning. I should have just killed her.

It was April Fool's Day.

I would have given anything to trade the April Fool's Day in 1979 than experience what I had experienced today. It almost seemed like some deliberate plan was invented today, to hurt me, to laugh at me, to kill me … in the inside.

Instantly my mind flashed back, like a movie.

Bella leaving me 'I … I … I HATE YOU!' ... her voice was ringing in my head. SCENE CUT and I was at school, listening to her babble in different languages. I cringed - these flashbacks were like a blunt knife, cutting me, but they didn't stop: the diary posters spattering the walls, my face flushing; people winking at me, thinking about me; Esme telling me that somehow Carlisle was dead; the gladwrap over the toilet ...

These couldn't just be acts of nature … no … I had been fooled. Fooled like the fool I was.

I screamed, the musical sound echoing from all corners of the forest. Complete nonsense left my mouth.

"Those fools that fooled me were just fooling around and now I feel fooled and rather like those fools need to be fooled themselves. Silly plucking fools, fooling around with Edward Cullen's mind, oh, how I'm going to whip their fooling arses!"

This was it …


A/N: Sup readers. This next one is the last chapter of Fooling Edward ... I hope you've all enjoyed thus far. Keep reading and reviewing and favouriting and whatever, ya'll.

- Erick