Penname: DementedBunny
Original or Derivative: Derivative - Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer. Rating/warning(s)/note(s):M - For my own enjoyment.
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Prompt: Bathtub
He was gone, and she was drowning.
Drowning in her own emotions.
Drowning in the numbness she had surrounded herself with.
Drowning in betrayal and drowning in loyalty.
Drowning in the La Push sea.
Drowning in Jacob.
Drowning in guilt and regret.
Drowning in her father's helplessness.
Drowning in the sunless cage that was Forks.
Drowning in her bathtub.
Bella lay there, staring up through the lukewarm water to the cracked and peeling bathroom ceiling.
He was gone, she was drowning and all she wanted to do was let go, to drown fully and completely.
She was tired of holding on, surviving on the buoy that was her mother, her father, Jacob, Forks, hope.
It was hope really that prevented her lungs from closing in, from merely allowing herself to sink back into the water and drift away.
But she didn't. Her lungs didn't close, she didn't gasp for breath and she didn't drown, and he didn't come back.
Because no matter how lost that hope was, it was keeping her afloat. And she needed to live, to breathe; for her mother, her father, for Jacob, for him.
