A/N: So the winner of the 50th Reviewer contest thingy was xXxhurting-insidexXx . i'm writing a one-shot for her. dunno when it will be done but look forward to that :D hmm... there was something else iWas meaning to tell you guys but iForgot... so... Enjoy! :D
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
Song: Scars by Papa Roach :D
Bella:
I woke up in a white room. As I took in my surroundings, I noticed I was wearing a hospital gown. My arm was hooked to an IV and I couldn't move my neck. Stretching an arm up to feel my neck, I realized I was wearing a neck brace too. Where was I? Was this heaven? No. That's not possible. My parents were religious, but I didn't believe in that afterlife stuff. I believed when you died, you died. End of story. Besides, the last time I went to church, I was just a kid.
The door opened, and in walked an angel. He was tall, pale and blond. With his white doctor's coat and clipboard, he looked like…
"Hello Bella," he smiled.
I just smiled back because I wasn't supposed to talk. I had been through this a few time before. I knew the drill.
"So Bella… you got strangled again?" He asked in a casual tone, checking his clipboard. He wasn't able to completely mask his concern because I saw a small grimace when he turned around.
I didn't say anything.
"Rosalie Hale this time…" He said, shaking his head. "What did you do to her?"
I stared at my hands.
"Bella… I care about you like a daughter. It worries me when you come in with bruises and concussions and broken bones. But it just angers me when you get strangled!"
I was not expecting that.
"I know how clumsy you are-"
Sigh.
"-so the breaks and bruises are believable. But when you get strangled… that's no accident, Bella. I know it was Rosalie this time but who was it the other times? It's the third time. The third time, Bella! This can't continue much longer! Who is doing this to you?"
I just stared at him sadly, wishing I could tell him. But it wasn't just my throat preventing me from doing so. How could I tell him that Jacob Black abused me almost everyday? How could I tell him that Jacob strangled me for tripping and spilling soda on his shirt or for failing to tell him I was going to the mall? How could I tell him that I cut myself because of the pain Jacob caused me, physically and mentally? How could I tell him that I wished for death every hour of the day? How could I tell Carlisle that at the age of 17, I had nothing left to live for?
"Bella… you can tell me. I care about you. I know how domestic violence works, and I know how it affects the victim far beyond just physical wounds. I know about this." he said, taking one of my arms in his hands. He traced the familiar bright pink scars with his fingers. "I know whoever does this to you is making your life miserable- enough to drive you to self-harming through cutting. Please Bella, tell me. Who is doing this to you?"
I stared into Carlisle's eyes with teary eyes. The sadness I tried to shut out was overwhelming me. I wanted so very badly to tell him! I wanted it more than anything else! More than death itself!
But just as I opened my mouth, I heard the voice that haunted my nightmares and ruined my days.
"Yes, Bella. Who does this to you?" Jacob taunted, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes glistening with malice.
I forced the tears back into my eyes and made myself look at Jacob. I plastered a smile of pure joy that I did not feel onto my face.
"Jake," I whispered hoarsely, wincing at the pain it caused my throat.
He smiled widely at this and moved toward me, stopping at my bedside. He reached out a hand and cupped my face while I remained a statue. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
"She's fine." Carlisle answered curtly with an unfriendly gaze.
"Good. When can she leave?" Jacob asked, oblivious to Carlisle's cold demeanor.
"In a week."
There was a moment of awkward silence before Jacob said, "Well, Bella, I have to leave in the morning. Remember? I have that Quileute guy retreat thing. Boring stuff. I'll be in New Mexico for about two weeks. I have to go finish packing. Be good." He smiled, placed a quick kiss on my cheek, and whispered, "Or else." Then with a poke to my throat to make me flinch, he left the room as quickly as he came.
Carlisle pried for information on my attacker, but I wasn't spilling anything. When the ache in my neck became unbearable, I asked for painkillers, and he complied. I fell asleep instantly, exhausted from everything. I half woke up during the night and found a Greek god sleeping awkwardly in a chair in the corner of the room. But before I had time to process it, I went under once again. When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I saw was a pair of sea blue eyes.
(iWas going to stop here but i decided to write a bit more to sort of make up for the shortness of the last chapter. hope it's to your liking :D)
Alice:
During the attack, I was too shocked to do anything. I didn't think Bella would end up in the hospital. I swear, if I knew Rosalie was that strong or that Bella was that weak, I would have done something.
But I didn't. And that's all that's important now…
I stood there and watched as Rosalie choked the life out of a helpless Bella. I feel terribly guilty now… How I wish I had done something to stop it. But hey, Bella was asking for it! In my opinion, they both had fault in it. I couldn't take sides. Until I talked to him.
They asked me to call Jasper Whitlock and tell him what happened to Bella. Everyone knew that at some point they had been very close. Rumor was, they had been together. As in, together-together. I had never noticed Jasper much, but there was something about him now… I can't quite explain it. It's not tangible. There's just a certain air about him…
Anyways, they asked me to call him and so I did. He wasn't sober; I knew that much. He kept flirting with me on the phone until I told him what happened to Swan. He became instantly serious, very angry, and a little panicked. I didn't like how Bella affected him. Sure she was in a hospital because Rosalie almost killed her, but he had been flirting with me! Me! One second he was all fun-and-games, and the next he's declaring World War III on Rosalie!
That was when I knew Swan was a threat. I know whose side I'm on now.
I decided to go the hospital. After seeing Bella was alive, I called Jasper to reassure him. He didn't answer though, so I left to police department to visit Rosalie. They had her locked in a medium sized cell. I knew it was killing her not to have a mirror in there. I totally understood that, it would hurt me so much too. They let me talk to her for a while. She was a mess, the poor thing. She didn't want to go to prison, and I understood her fear. I would never, ever in a thousand years go to prison! I would kill myself before I let that happen! It just seems like the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone! The ugly orange jumpsuits combined with the fact that nobody has make-up or a recent copy of People magazine makes me shudder! The horror…
So after talking to Rosalie for a while, I started to sympathize for her. It turns out, there were lots no one knew about her. She was the only child to a drug-addicted mother. Besides waitressing at the diner, she did indeed work as a prostitute sometimes, but she did it for her mother. She tried not to do it so much and she always used protection. We shared a mutual dislike towards Swan and a like towards fashion. We could be great friends if she weren't about to be tried for attempted murder. I realized there was a way I could help.
My mother had lots of influences around here, and Rose and Edward seemed to have an unspoken alliance. I'm sure that with Mother's connections, Rose's unfortunate but helpful slutiness, and Edward's money, we could pull Rose out of this dilemma.
And once she's out, we can crush Swan together.
A/N: review! :D also, check out the comedy one-shot 51 Things Jane Can't Do! it's been there for a while but it has only a few reviews :|
:Dee