I'd just like to say that I've been waiting/planning to write this chapter for a LONNNGGG time. It's a sad chapter, but like I said, it won't last long.
Once again, I might re-write this chapter, or go more in depth.
If all goes as planned, halfway through next chapter, it will get happy (:
Here's chapter 5, Unwell (by Matchbox Twenty)
I know it's used in Meyer's playlist for New Moon, but I love this song, and it fits well.
Here's the chapter!
Previously . . .
I ran. I ran as far away as I could. I knew it wasn't just a nightmare. This was hell.
BPOV
Life without Edward was hell. No, that's an understatement. Life without Edward was worse than hell. So much worse.
The last time I saw Dr. Cullen, he barely spoke to me. I knew he knew what happened. I didn't know if he blamed me or not.
It was my fault. I had broken Edward, and myself. But it was better. This way he could heal before I left. I wouldn't heal, but I had my memories. That one day keeps replaying in my mind.
Edward didn't come back to school after I told him. A week after, he finally showed up. I couldn't look him in the face though, afraid of what I'd see there. I didn't know if he looked at me. The rest of his family stared at me a lot, but I couldn't figure out why. It didn't seem like a pity stare, but who was I to tell with vampires?
Somehow, without Edward, I physically got sicker. I had a constant twinge of pain in my chest, and sometimes it made it harder to breathe. Sometimes it made it harder to think.
It wasn't just that, though. I looked sicker. More tired, paler. I was throwing up more often. My bruises were larger and darker. By now, all of my hair was gone. I knew the kids were suspecting something was up, but I was glad they didn't know.
A large part of me told me I would rather them know, that is, if I had Edward by me. But I couldn't go back. I wouldn't.
Gym was the hardest class. I took a deep breath as I walked into the locker room. We had it early today, before lunch. Our classes were shortened because of some sort of assembly later on today.
Today was flag football in gym, but it was co-ed.
I saw people staring at my bruises as I made my way to the field. They never seemed to tire of the activity. At least I had Angela by my side.
"So Bella, have you ever played flag football?" She was trying to distract me from their gazes.
I nodded. "I've played a few times before. The gym teachers in Phoenix loved the game."
By then we were at the field, and picking teams. I was put on the opposite team from Angela, and the same as Jessica. Figures. At least Lauren wasn't on my team.
The game started out normally. I did get passed the ball a few times, but I would always have to pass it back off. I wasn't good at running, being clumsy and all.
That stung a bit. I remembered how Edward used to catch me before I fell.
I got tossed the ball, and still wrapped up in Edward, I kept running, not noticing Lauren, who was gaining on me.
I went down, the ball falling just in front of the in zone. I heard my team cheer, but that was the last thing I felt like doing.
To my horror, I felt my wig slip a bit as she tackled me. I let go of the ball completely, and straightened it. I hoped beyond hope that Lauren hadn't seen it slip.
I noticed that I'd have a new bruise forming on my knee. It actually hurt pretty bad.
The coach sent me to the nurse office so she could check up on me. I probably looked like a mess, but I wasn't too concerned. I was more concerned about my secret.
"Bella! Are you okay?" Mrs. Decker looked alarmed, but I told her I was fine.
"I'm okay, just got a little jostled in gym. The teacher sent me here for a bit." She nodded and smiled, heading out of the room to go get me some ice.
She came back, and handed me the cold bag. "Just sit here for a few minutes. Are you feeling faint?" I shook my head, still concentrating on lies I could come up with for my wig.
"Well, I guess you can go back to class in a few moments if you feel fine, we wouldn't want you to be late. You have lunch next, right? You're looking a little peaky." I simply nodded and handed the ice pack back.
I slid shakily to my feet, and walked to the lunchroom. I saw a few glances come my way as I walked in. I immediately focused on the floor. I couldn't deal with anyone right now.
Just like that first day I felt sick, I grabbed a peanut butter sandwich and a coke. I was halfway to my regular table with Angela and the others when she got up.
The lunchroom silenced as she approached me. I just stood frozen, waiting for the accusations and lies to fly. My mind was racing, but I saw all four of them staring at me. I wished he was next to me right now.
Lauren came to a stop in front of me, and by now you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. She folded her arms across her chest and glared at me.
"So Bella, gym was fun today, wasn't it?" I didn't answer, I couldn't. I knew where this was going, but I couldn't find my legs to move.
"I made a pretty fantastic tackle, didn't I? It was too bad that Coach sent you to the nurse, you missed the rest of the game. But then again, we all know you get better treatment from the rest of the teachers." I wanted to yell at her that only the nurse knew, but I didn't.
"I didn't really know why until today. I can't believe I didn't. It's so obvious that you've always been playing the sympathy card. Always. It's pretty pathetic too." I felt tears threatening to break from my eyes, but I held them in. I heard someone laugh.
"Oh Bella, I think your hair is a little mussed, let me help you." Lauren spoke sweetly, but I knew what she was about to do. I tried to back away, and dropped my lunch. I wasn't quick enough.
In one moment, Lauren snatched off my wig, displaying my bald head to everyone. Gasps ran around the room. This was horrible. Their pity struck through me like hot knives. I froze for a moment. That's when the laughter began again. It rang across the room. I couldn't believe it. This was so much worse than my last school.
Thankfully, some people weren't laughing. In fact, only about ten people were, but it felt like a million.
I came to my senses, and ran. Leaving my lunch, wig, and a laughing crowd behind. I just ran, wishing I could escape, but wishing even more that I was in his arms again.
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I skipped school that day. That was a week ago. Since my secret had been revealed, everything was different. Nobody treated me the same. Teachers gave out less homework, and went easy on me. They asked if I was okay constantly. They even made me sit out in gym.
People stared as I walked down the hallways. I heard them whisper. Unfortunately, the pity stares were back, and even worse, I had actual people teasing me.
That just shook me down to my core. I didn't see how anyone could do that to me. I mean, I knew that I wasn't different than anyone else, but I was treated like it.
And let me tell you, it sucked.
But I kept on a happy face. It didn't bother me as much as the week went on. I realized I didn't care what they thought. It's not like their opinion mattered to me in the last few months of my life. Only one person's opinion mattered, but he hated me now.
Today I was headed back to Dr. Cullen. Apparently he had some news for me. Good or bad, I couldn't tell. He sounded urgent though.
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I think yall will love the next chapter, but who am I to say?
I originally planned on making this chapter longer, so I might end up adding more later.