Bella's POV
I lunged forward taking Jacob out of her grasp and revelling the large cut-that none could survive-on his upper arm nearly slicing it off.
I now realised were all the blood in my room came from. Victoria became a blur and grabbed the arm and bit it.
I looked down at my friend and began to cry.
"I wish you had to" I whispered referring to the letter.
Victoria flew at me and once again I fell unconscious. When I woke up I was on the cliff face to find Victoria standing nearby.
"Hello Bella, long time no see. How are you going?" I just stared at her.
"You know what, I remember when I dated Cam Gigandi. Yeah, the famous actor. Except, I 'died'." She smiled at me. "I was also best friends with George Cloony. . .?
"You know you're a Bitch, Slut, and a Fucking Kid. I'm 265 yrs old, yeah older than Edward and I still find time to hate you." ". . . I blame you for James death. And just for the fun of it, Afghanistan." She said.
"What part of Afghanistan?" I asked.
"Afghanistan in general." She answered.
(5 minutes Later )
"Conversations with my thirteen year old self
Conversations with my thirteen year old self
You're angry
I know this
The world couldn't care less
You're lonely
I feel this
And you wish you were the best
No teachers
Or guidance
And you always walk alone
You're crying
At night when
Nobody else is home
Come over here and let me hold your hand and hug you darling
I promise you that it won't always feel this bad
There are so many things I want to say to you
You're the girl I used to be
You little heartbroken thirteen year old me
You're laughing
But you're hiding
God I know that trick too well
You forget
That I've been you
And now I'm just the shell
I promise
I love you and
Everything will work out fine
Don't try to
Grow up yet
Oh just give it some time
The pain you feel is real you're not asleep but it's a nightmare
But you can wake up anytime
Oh don't lose your passion or the fighter that's inside of you
You're the girl I used to be
The pissed off complicated thirteen year old me
Conversations with my thirteen year old self
Conversations with my thirteen year old self
Until we meet again Oh I wish you well oh
I wish you well Little girl Until we meet again Oh
I wish you well Little girl
I wish you well Until we meet again" Victoria sang. I stood there dumbstruck and scared
"Now, time to die." She said.
"I'm going to drain half your blood, torture you, then leave you to change and live the rest of eternity without Eddie."
I started freaking out. She took a step towards me and I took a step back.
"Come on, I've got to kill you." She said menacingly. I took a couple more steps back. I didn't realize how close I was to the cliff and tripped.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I yelled
When I fell Victoria grabbed my wrist, bit it and let go. The pain was agony. It was unbearable.
I felt the blackness coming. Welcoming it, I blacked out.
