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Any who, on with the chapter!


Song: The Real World by The All American Rejects

This can't be the real world now

I don't believe it, when I can't see the truth

Welcome to the real world now

The old are carried in only to poison youth

Am I, the only one who thinks it's tragic

'Cause I know

This can't be the real world now


Recap:

I fell to my knees then; I fell towards my right side, cradling my left fist against my chest as I fell towards the shattered glass from the picture frame beneath me. Sobs started racking my body while tears poured shamelessly out of my eyes.

I miss her. I miss my mom. I miss her so much.

I love you mommy. I thought to myself.

I barely realized what day of the week it was: a Sunday. Sunday bloody Sunday. Then, I let the darkness consume me.


BELLA'S POV

"You're mom's not coming back, sweetie. I told you she never wanted you." Cindy kept on telling me.

"Shut. Up." I grumbled under my breath while the ghost kept telling me the same thing over and over again. I was starting to get a headache, meaning that I would get one of my flashes soon.

"You never meant anything to her. She just kept you because she felt sorry." Cindy said with her icy tone.

I snapped. "Will you shut the fuck up! I'm tired of the shit you keep giving me! My mom didn't come back because some stupid motherfucking asshole crashed into her! Because said asshole was fucking drunk, he didn't know what the hell he was doing! Just shut the fuck up!" I yelled at her.

I felt a sting across my left cheek.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that!" the bitch had slapped me.

"Oh, and you talking to me like that is appropriate? No wonder you're stuck here! They didn't want you in heaven! They cursed you to roam in between worlds for all damn eternity you fucking asshole!" all of a sudden, I was falling towards the ground.

"Shut up!" Cindy started choking me. I don't care.

"Just kill me now. I'll give you that satisfaction. But unlike you, I'll actually end up in heaven." I managed to say while Cindy kept making her hold stronger, making me black out.

I think I would only like to go to heaven for two reasons: my mom is up there. And when my dad dies, he is going to go to heaven. Other than that, I don't think that I would like to go. If I go to hell, I'll just probably end up murdering all those fucking assholes who hurt me in this life.

Ugh, my left hand hurts like a freaking mofo (Hehe…I use that word A LOT! You can tell that I am VERY accident prone…)…wait, where the hell am I? C'mon Bella! Open your fucking eyes! Open them!

"Ugh." I groaned as I opened my eyes. I blinked them furiously because the light was hurting my eyes. Wait, where am I?

I got up from where I was sitting, or laying down. I saw the unfamiliar surroundings of my newly decorated room. Psh, it's not even my room anymore. It hasn't been since they touched my things. Especially the box of mementos. I looked down to see my shirt blood-stained with my fist covered in dried blood. Great, blood-stains are hard to get out!

I got up from the floor, carefully since the glass from the picture frame was there. I went to the bathroom and locked the door so if my dad came home early he wouldn't see what I was doing. I got the emergency first aid kit I have just for myself. I took out the gauze, the alcohol, and all the other crap I need to clean my messed-up hand. (I should know what you need to clean up a really bad cut…lol)

I turned on the sink and put my hurt hand under the faucet. I hissed as the water hit my fist. I let the water clean off the blood that was caked on there. When I went to scrub my hurt hand with soap so the blood could come off, I hissed again. Shit, I think I broke my hand… I scrubbed my hand as gently as I could but I still ended up hissing since I broke my hand.

When my hand was clean of blood, I got the alcohol and started to clean the cuts I had on my knuckles. (I should know too. I punched the wall when I was freaking mad once {hey, better than taking it out on a person!} and I looked at my hand and I had about three cuts. Of course, I didn't punch it as hard as Bella…) I hissed again as the alcohol hit my cut skin. I had to put it otherwise it would get infected and that would be really bad. I then threw the swabs that I used to clean the cuts into the trashcan as I started to prepare the gauze. I started to wrap it around my whole hand, tightly as to make sure my bones don't move. I would have to go to the hospital tomorrow afterschool to have it checked out. After I made sure it was wrapped nicely, I started to clean up the mess in the bathroom and hid my emergency first aid kit in its hiding spot.

Great, now to clean up the mess in my room.

I walked into my room and gave a really good look at it. There were pieces of glass and ceramic all over the floor. The new alarm clock was broken and lying on the floor minding its own business. I looked at the wall on the part where I had punched it. Holy fuck. I actually chipped off a piece of the wall about an inch in size. No wonder I broke my hand… well, time to clean up the room.


I looked at my cell and checked the time. Crap. Just after midnight. I went downstairs to get a small snack since I haven't eaten anything today. I passed by the dining table and saw a piece of paper.

Went to sleep early, dad. Don't bother checking up on me. I want to get enough sleep for tomorrow at school.

Goodnight,

Bella

What the- oh those clever motherfuckers! They forged my writing and made my dad a fake note!

I went back to my task and got a packet of cookies and headed back upstairs. I checked in my dad's room real fast. I noticed that he was sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face. I smiled sadly as I realized why he was smiling; I had finally come home after two weeks. I wiped the smile off my face and walked back to the room.

Here comes a long day in hell…


After I had woken up and gotten ready for my day in hell, a.k.a school, I got a granola bar and chugged down a glass of milk. I was purposely running late because I don't want to face any of those stares when I get out of the cab of my truck. After I practically stuffed the damn granola bar down my throat, I grabbed the keys off the table by the door and headed outside. I locked the door and started headed towards my truck slowly. I really, really, don't want to face the crowd. When I shut the door with my left hand, I felt a pain surging through it.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed. I looked down at my hand and saw it wrapped.

The fuck?

Then everything from yesterday rushed back to me.

Emmett finding me, Charlie going to work, going upstairs to put my bags in my room, ignoring the Cullens, dropping my bags on the hallway floor, yelling at the Cullens, Jasper lunging at me, Edward's face when I kicked him and his family out of the house, destroying the room, and finally, punching the wall with such force that I chipped off a piece of it.

I kept a straight face. One more thing that I didn't remember from last night: they destroyed the room that my mom decorated for me before she divorced my dad and took me with her.

I started clenching my left fist again. I felt another surge of pain going through my fist. I gritted my teeth and locked my jaw, hoping not to scream in agony again. Then I remembered that they threw away my box of mementos. I clenched my fist tighter, gritted my teeth more, as my left arm started shaking in fury. I felt like punching something again but I decided against it unless I really wanted to mess up my left hand.

I started counting backwards from ten slowly through clenched teeth. That always helped me calm down my anger. Too bad this time counting did nothing for me. I clenched my jaw even tighter, if possible, threw my backpack on the lawn, opened the door, and ran upstairs to the room. I started seeing red, no idea why I was, and just punched the wall again with my left fist. This time, I heard a sickening snap. This time, I really did scream out in agony. This time, I really did fuck up my hand. This time, I really did chip off a bigger piece of the wall. This time, I really shouldn't have screamed.

"Bella?" I heard Edward yell somewhere in the house.

I gritted my teeth even harder, locked my jaw with more force, trying not to cry out. I tried my best to control my breathing so it wouldn't go ragged.

I kept my fist clenched how it was when I hit the wall. I knew that if I moved it from the position I had it in, I would scream out in pain again. I knew that even if I just moved it a centimeter, I would feel pain shooting up and down my hand.

"Bella?" I heard Edward knock on my bedroom door.

"What?" my voice was strained since I was trying really hard not to move my hand to make me scream. I know that if I looked down, I would see my fist covered in blood; I can feel the blood flowing out of the new and old wounds on my knuckles through the bandage. It would be better if Edward didn't come in; he would be able to smell my blood…

"Bella, I'm coming in." it wasn't a suggestion.

I stood there by the wall, eyes clenches, jaw taunt, teeth gritted, facing the wall. My fist was still shaking a little from the fury.

I heard him turning the knob and the door opening slowly. I heard it stop when it was barely opened a little. The smell of the blood must have gotten to him when he opened the door. All of a sudden, I heard the door bang against the wall and a breeze of cool air pass by me. I felt Edward grabbing my waist pulling me back slowly. He kept on pulling me and then he was in front of me. I felt something behind my knees: the bed. He gently pushed me down in a sitting position.

"What happened, Bella?" his voice was full of concern.

"This room is what happened." My voice was still strained trying to keep my composure.

"So you decided to punch the wall?" his voice was tainted with disbelief. I nodded stiffly.

"Let me take a look at your hand, love." He said. I shook my head.

"Please?" I shook my head again.

"Why not?"

"It's going to hurt if I even mov-ouch!" I got cut off by Edward unclenching my fist slowly. My composure crumbled as I tried to get away from the pain.

"Stop! Stop! Shit, stop trying to unclench my fist! Crap! That really hurts!" Tears started to form in my eyes as I opened them, revealing Edward's hand carefully and slowly unclenching my fist. I kept my eyes opened as I saw something blurry in the corner of the room with the tears pouring out of my eyes. I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my right arm and saw the figure clearly.

Shit!

It's the bitch that started choking me when I moved in with dad.

"That's what you get, you ungrateful wench." She said.

"And that's what you get for being stuck a ghost, you motherfucker." I said out loud towards her.

"What was that, love?" I looked down to see Edward's golden orbs called eyes looking at me curiously.

"The bitch is back." Was all I said. I started glaring at the ghost. I saw her face filled with fury, her jaw clenched.

"Take it back." She said with venom in her voice.

"Nope." I said popping the "p" at the end, smiling that I got on her nerves.

Edward? I asked mentally.

He looked up at me.

Can you see the ghost I see if you read my mind?

He shook his head. Damn it!

Can you see the flashes I have if you read my mind?

I got the same response: no. Fuck!

I looked up and saw the fury from the bitch gone; it was replaced with an evil smile. Shit, I'm in for it.

"I can make you relive your most scariest moment in your life, wench." Her smile got even bigger.

"That's it!" I yelled. I ignored the pain from my hand and launched myself over Edward. Too bad he caught me by my hips.

"Let me go, Edward! I'm going to kill her! Again!" I screamed trying to wiggle my way out of his grasp.

I heard the bitch cackle evilly. Then, she was right in front of me. I froze. All of a sudden, she grabbed my shoulders, making me go forward, then pushed my back all the way to the headboard of the bed. Since Edward loosened his grip when I froze, she was able to do it quick.

"Bella!" I heard Edward scream as my back hit the wall with a sickening boom. I had closed my eyes when I felt myself flying over the bed. I opened my eyes and saw Edward on the side of me on the bed.

I saw the bitch in my peripheral vision, smiling evilly. I knew what she was going to do next: she was going to try to knock me out. Fuck.

Edward! Listen to me! Don't interrupt me! This bitch is going to try to knock me out. If-if I don't wake up from this flash, I love you.

I leaned my head fast towards him and kissed him on the lips. I pulled away when I felt someone tugging my hair. Oh fuck no. This bitch is pulling my hair. I'm sure Edward could see pieces of my hair just floating.

Next thing I knew, my head was pulled back, and all I felt was pain when my head made contact with the wall.


Shit. Where am I? I don't remember this.

"Hey Bella." Said the ghost.

"Ugh, let me fall asleep… I don't have to be up for another hour!" I grumbled and hid my face under the pillow. I had looked at the alarm clock. The glowing numbers read five-thirty in the morning.

"C'mon. Get. Up." Holy shit. I've never heard his voice in this tone. What the fuck was his problem?

"No. let me sleep for another hour, goddammit!" I grumbled again, snuggling my face in the mattress.

"Fine, you asked for it, you worthless piece of shit." The fuck?

Next thing I knew, I was flipped over, my pillow and comforter gone, with pressure on my neck. My eyes immediately snapped opened to see the ghost chocking me.

"You know, I never liked you. I lied to you all this time. In fact, I knew someone who looked exactly like you. Then, next thing I know, I was shot damn straight on the stomach. She left me for dead. People noticed that I was gone and dead about the next day. Of course I ended up dying. Wouldn't you die from a wound from the stomach if it was bleeding profoundly? Of course you would if no help came to you. And well, we're talking about the 1940's here. Right after World War II ended.

"Have I told you her name?" he asked. I did nothing; all I did was to try to loosen his grip on my neck.

"Her name was Alexa. When I had moved into town, she was the one who showed me around. She acted so nice. We even started going out to places. For example, going to the diner to get a quick meal or to the drive-in to watch a quick show. Next thing I know, she ignores me. When she asked me if I wanted to go with her to another movie, this time in the theater, I said yes. I should have said no. we started walking down the street and passed by an alley. She pushed me into the alley. By the time I was able to get up, I got shot down, literally.

"'Sorry, bet.' She whispered in my ear then kissed my cheek, then lips and left me for dead on in the alleyway. So, since I'm guessing you're one of her descendants since you look so much like her, I'm going to get revenge on you instead." He let go of my throat when he heard something by the window.

I sat up on my breath and tried to catch my breath. My breath was coming in ragged pants. Shit, I should have never befriended him! Fucking betrayer!

All of a sudden, I was flung from my bed to the hardwood floor beneath me with a loud thump.

"Oof!" I screamed out loud. My mom didn't hear me. Should I be worried or scared? I think I'll pick both. Then I felt something pull my shirt over my stomach reaching the bottom of my ribs. Then, I felt something cold and metallic pressed against my stomach, over my belly-button.

Mother- that dude had a freakin' knife! And I'm guessing by the width and length, a chef's knife. Shit. That's what I'm in. Deep shit.

"So, where was I, dear Isabella?" he muttered. I ignored what he said after that. I started planning ways to get rid of that damn knife!

C'mon Bella! Think! Think your ass off! Think!

Next thing I know, I felt something cold and metallic pressed against the juncture where my shoulder and arm meet. Then, I feel a flashing pain before I can stop it.

That fucker stabbed me! Oh hell no, that dude's going down!

"Ah!" I screamed in pain as he tried to dig the knife harder into my flesh and bones.

"Bella?" I heard my mom from her room. Then, I looked up at the ghost, and he was gone. Cheeky fucker getting away with stabbing me!

I quieted my whimpers of pain down so my mom wouldn't wake up. I felt around for the knife on my shoulder and carefully pulled it out, slowly, without moving it from the direction it went in.

I forced myself to get up and go to the kitchen. I got random things from the pantry making it look like I was going to make breakfast early. Then, I plunged the knife back into my stab wound and cried out louder than I ever have in my life. I needed to put the knife back in the same exact position and at the same exact angle or else I would fuck up the wound more.

"Bella!" I heard my mom scream from upstairs. I heard her feet thumping down the stairs to check up on me.

"Bella!" I heard my mom scream again. This time, I knew she was in the kitchen.

"What happened sweetie! How did that knife end up in your shoulder?" she asked concerned.

"I wanted to make breakfast a little more early since I wanted to get to school earlier, and being me, I slipped and the knife flew in the air. Before I could catch it, it lodged itself in my shoulder." I lied to her. I had to learn how to lie. If I wasn't able to lie, I would have been sent to the metal-hospital a long time ago…

Then, just like that, my flash was over.


I got out of my flash with my breath in ragged pants. I felt someone holding my upper-arms to hold me down.

"Let me go!" I yelled while tears were blurring my vision.

"Love, it's just me, calm down." I heard a velvet voice trying to calm me down.

"No! You're going to stab me again! Let me go!" I screamed again.

"Bella, love, it's Edward."

"Edward?" I croaked out while I stopped wiggling.

"Yes, love. You're flash is over. That same ghost isn't going to try to stab you again." Edward said. I blinked to get the tears out of my eyes.

"Oh, Edward! It-it was horrible! I had to relive that day again! The day I got the scar! Cheeky fucker got away from stabbing me! I should have been paying attention and then I wouldn't have gotten stabbed!" I blubbered out in a rush. I crushed him in a hug.

"I wish I could somehow take away those flashes, love. I wish I would have those flashes instead of you. I hate seeing you in so much pain." He whispered in my ear.

"If you did take away my flashes, and you got them, then I'll be the one wishing I could take away the flashes. I don't ever want you to get one of my flashes. If you ever did experience one of my flashes, I would never forgive myself for doing that to you." I whispered back.

"Would you ever want to get rid of your flashes? Have you ever wished that you would have never gotten the flashes?" Edward asked.

I rubbed my arm hesitantly.

"Sometimes I wish that, but other times I don't because it makes me me. It makes me who I am to this day. And I wouldn't want some other person to live through what I live through." I answered him in a whisper.

"You should probably get more rest. I checked out your head and it seems that you only had a mild concussion. You should be fine." He said, trying to sooth me and coaxing me to fall asleep.

"No." I'm going to be stubborn. I do not want to go back to sleep. I do not want to have another flash.

"Bella, love, please." He looked at me under his lashes.

"What time is it?" I asked, hopeful to changing the subject.

"It's almost seven. Your father left a message on the answering machine. He said that he has to work the night shift again." he muttered going along with the change of subject.

"Was I really knocked out that long?" I whispered under my breath.

"You were. I was worried about you. I thought that the ghost had hit you so hard that it might of done some damage to your brain."

"Wait-did my dad check up on me?" I wondered.

"He did. I cleaned up the room and put you under the covers making it look as if you were still sleeping. He figured it was due to your little adventure the past weeks." Hurt filled his eyes.

"Sorry." I frowned. "It was just that Forks was messing with my emotions…Wait, did Jasper have anything to do with it?" I asked curiously once I remembered his power.

Edward chuckled.

"No, he didn't. He was as confused as you were."

"I'm going to go get something to eat. I'm getting hungry." I said randomly and started getting up from the bed but two cold, stone hands stopped me.

"No you don't." Edward said sternly.

"Why not?" I whined as I hit the bed with my fists. I winced when my left hand hit the mattress. I will whine even if it means I'll act like a five-year-old.

"Did you seriously just do that, love?" Edward was trying to hide his astonishment but you could see the amusement in his eyes.

"I want to get off this bloody bed." I mumbled.

"I'll go get you something from the store. Last time I checked, your refrigerator wasn't stocked to well." He suggested.

"Okay." I reluctantly agreed.

"I'll be back soon, love. Try not to hurt yourself, okay?" he kissed my forehead and then my lips.

"I'll try." I whispered as I gave him another quick peck on the lips. And with that, he walked out.

I waited five minutes until it was safe. I went practically running downstairs to the kitchen and looked behind a cabinet. I remember when I was eleven I was curious and mad a little space in a cabinet. I had gotten a plank of wood and had it cut and everything so if I took out the plank, there would be a space in the cabinet that no one would know about. I'm surprised my dad doesn't know about it yet…

I had hidden some… alcohol and beer behind there when I came over last time… it was right after I had gotten drunk the very first time. I didn't think of this since I knew that Alice would see it and warn Edward before-hand. You swear I'm going to let him touch my stash? Hell no. I only get them when it's an emergency. And right now, it is an emergency.

I pulled the plank down and put my hand in there. I grabbed the neck of a bottle I felt and pulled it out. Turned out to be Tequila. I quickly put the plank back up and rearranged the cans in the cabinet. I only have about five more minutes. I forgot that Alice could see the future momentarily and I let the though slip my mind. Shit! I went up the stairs as fast as I could and into the room.

I locked the door to the room and sat down on my bed. Psh. As if a door could stop a vampire.

I popped the bottle open and took a swig. At first it tasted weird since I haven't had it in a couple of weeks so I waited a minute for my body to accept the fluid. Once my body was fine, I took more swigs of the drink. I had drunk half of the bottle when I saw someone by the door.

"Want some?" I hiccupped and giggled as I held out the bottle.

"Isabella Swan." The person said my name through their teeth.

"C'mon, Edward, have some fun." I hiccupped again and started waving the bottle around. (bet that all of you thought it was Charlie, huh?)

All of a sudden, the bottle was snatched out of my hands and I frowned.

"Why'd you take it away?" I whispered. I hiccupped again and giggled at the sound.

"You will not drink any more of this…poison. I forbid you." He said sternly.

"I won't?" I hiccupped and stuck out my bottom lip and my eyes got watery.

Edward's face softened.

"Don't cry, love. Please don't cry." He said in a soft tone.

"You forbid me?" I whispered out again and the tears started to fall. My bottom lip jutted out more. I hiccupped again and more tears started to fall.

"Please, love, don't cry. I hate to see you cry." He wiped my tears even though they kept falling.

"But-but you forbid me!" more tears leaked out of my eyes and sobs started to come out of me. I know I was acting childish but when I drink…alcohol, I act like a five year old.

"How about you take one more sip and that…" that was all I heard from Edward when I started swaying and then I fell back on my bed.

I vaguely heard my name being called before I fell asleep.

"Nighty-night." I muttered under my breath as I slipped into unconsciousness.


I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar environment. I scrunched up my eyebrows in confusion while I tried to figure out where I was.

"Edward?" I called out. My eyes got wide. My voice was barely above a whisper and my voice wavered as if I had been crying. I looked down at what I was sitting on and saw it was an old fashioned bed. I noticed more that I was wearing a dress that someone would wear in the early 20th century.

The fuck?

"Mother?" I heard a voice I know so very well.

"Yes, son?" I answered, my voice differently.

"Are you alright? I'm sure father will get better." Edward answered.

"I'm fine, son. I'm just worried about your father." I whispered. I coughed suddenly and my throat got raw.

"Mother, I think that you should go get some rest. It is not any good for you to be worrying so much." He responded to my cough.

"Alright. I'll see you in the morning, Edward." I kissed his forehead as I got out of the room and headed down an unfamiliar hall way. Once I reached another door, I extended my hand and turned the handle, not before I had another coughing fit. Before I opened the door I collapsed.

Then I coughed again and my lungs started to hurt. Damn it! Do not tell me I'm having a fucking flash at this very moment! Do not tell me that!

I opened my eyes weakly and looked around. I felt as if so many more days had past that I didn't notice pass. Next to me was Edward. Not Edward Sr., Edward Jr. He looks so weak and frail. I looked over to another place and saw Carlisle. He came over and checked up on me as soon as he saw my eyes open.

(okay, the following dialogue is coming straight from New Moon, so here it goes. When you see * it means it's the end of the copy of the dialogue from New Moon.)

"Save him!" my voice sounded hoarse since it was all that my throat would let me muster up.

"I'll do everything in my power." Carlisle said promising, taking my hand. His hand felt so cold.

"You must. You must do everything in your power. What others cannot do, that is what you must do for my Edward." I said again in the same voice. I saw Carlisle get up, and I let the disease get to me. I drifted off to what would be my last sleep before my heart stops beating. *


I woke up with a start. I practically jumped from my bed and tore off the covers when the flash finished.

My breathing was erratic and my heart was beating furiously. It was until my breathing and heart rate returned to normal that I realized the pain in my left fist. I saw it was covered in a cast. Then I noticed that the Cullens were in the room.

Edward was looking at me with relief and hurt. Emmet was looking at me as I was some awesome new TV show. Rosalie was looking at me sorrowfully. Esme was looking at me with relief. Alice was looking at me as if nothing ever happened. Jasper was looking at me with dread. And Carlisle was looking at me with relief like Edward and Esme.

"W-What happened?" my voice cracked. Everyone was still frozen in the same spot.

"Bella?" Edward wondered out loud.

"Yeah?" suddenly I was being squished by a very big vampire.

"Oh! Bella! You almost died!" Emmett wailed. You could tell that tears would be leaking out of his eyes if he was able to cry.

"Wh-what?" I choked out, breathlessly.

"Oops, sorry." He apologized as he let go of me.

"Can someone explain this to me, please?" I croaked out. My voice was hoarse.

"Bella," Carlisle started. "Your breathing got erratic and then your heart just stopped."

All the color that I had in my face drained.

I looked around the room and look at every of their faces. They just had a poker face on, like I do when I don't want to tell something more that's bad news.

"Holy shit." I mumbled under my breath. "It actually came true." I was astonished as to why my heart stopped beating when it stopped beating in the flash.

"You're heart stopped beating in the flash?" Edward's voice was in disbelief.

I nodded. Then I realized something.

"So all those times where the person's heart stops beating in my flash, who doesn't turn into an immortal, my heart stops." I paused. "No wonder I'm so messed up in the brain!" I tried to make a joke out of it. The only one who laughed was Emmett.

"At least someone gets my humor." I muttered.

"Can you give us a minute, please?" Edward asked his family. They nodded in unison and left. Soon, I heard the front door opening and closing. We resumed our conversation.

"Bella, this is dangerous! If your heart stops again, it may never restart again." Edward whispered the last part.

"Well, it has to stop sometime in my life. It's not always going to be beating." I muttered under my breath. Of course they all heard it since they have supersonic hearing and shit.

"Yes, but not when you're sixteen!"

"Yours stopped beating at seventeen, Edward! As if one year makes a freakin' difference!" I retorted, crossing my arms across my chest and giving a huff.

"I know." He whispered as he hung his head.

"But you know I can't stop the flashes from happening. They're going to keep coming as long as I can still sleep against my will." He nodded in understanding. "You need to turn me in to a vampire if you want the scare of my heart stopping to become fiction. Of course my heart will stop beating when I'm turned, but at least I'll be able to be with you." I said softly.

He lifted his head and looked me dead in the eyes.

"Alright. I'll do it." he answered.

He came closer to me and started to kiss me fiercely. It was soft and gentle, but it had an edge to it. I wove my hands into his bronze hair, deepening the kiss. I ended up pulling back to catch my breath. His lips moved to my neck. He moved to the juncture of my neck and paused.

"Are you sure?" he said lifting head to look at me one last time.

"Yes." I breathed out.

He nodded and once again placed his lips to my neck.


HAHA! CLIFFY! LOL SORRY! BUT I HAD TO LEAVE IT ON A CLIFF HANGER! PLUS, THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN ONE LONG ASS CHAPTER…. PLUS, IT I WOULD OF INCLUDED THE SONG…. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE WHAT? TWENTY, THIRTY PAGES LONG? I WAS BARELY UP TO THE SECOND VERSE AND I ALREADY HAD TEN PAGES! BUT I BET YOU GUYS WOULDN'T MIND THE LONG CHAPTERS….

ANYWHO… SORRY FOR THE WAIT… MOMENTARY WRITERS BLOCK… AND THE FIFA… AND MY SKATEBOARDING ACCIDENT YESTERDAY….

I GUESS I WAS OFF BALANCE AND NEXT THING I KNOW, IM ON THE GROUND, LOOKING UP AT THE SKY…. I INJURED MY ASS, MY LOWER BACK, MY HIPS, AND MY RIGHT KNEE… SO, AS YOU CAN TELL, MY LOWER BODY IS PRETTY BANGED UP… GOOD THING THERE'S NO BRUISES…. BUT IT'S HARD FOR ME TO WALK FOR A LONG TIME, SIT FOR A LONG TIME, AND LIE DOWN FOR A LONG TIME… YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW I FELT WHEN I WOKE UP THIS MORNING AND FELT THE PAIN HIT ME LIKE A FRIEGHT TRAIN…. I EVEN THINK I HEARD MY BACK CRACK WHEN I GOT UP FROM MY BED…

ANYWHO, THAT'S IT FOR THIS CHAPTER! I WANT AT LEAST 2-3 REVIEWS FOR THIS CHAPTER…. IT FUELS ME AND IT WILL GET ME TO GET OFF MY ASS THIS SUMMER VACATION AND WRITE A CHAPTER! AND CUZ OF MY ACCIDENT, IT WOULD BE MORE SPECIAL!

-Andy Parker

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