I walked into the small lunch room. Emmett was grinning while sitting next to Rosalie. Jacob was across the table, fist pounding Emmett. James was sitting alone in the corner. Jasper was next to Jacob, just staring at me. His eyes poured into mine, pounding against my insides. He knew what this was like. I could tell. I was in a room full of people and yet, I felt totally, and completely, utterly alone.

I couldn't take it anymore. I walked over to the wall and leaned against it. I could feel my body sink into a puddle against the wall. My knees totally gave way under me, and sobs racked my body. I refused to cry but I could feel the dry sobs forcing my body to hyperventilate. I had my head in my hands, and suddenly, I could feel someone's arms around me. I looked up into Rosalie's shining eyes.

"Listen, Edward." She said, slowly. She sat down next to me, and I ran my hand through my hair, ruffling it slightly. I watched in awe as I realized my hands were shaking. Rosalie took one of my hands and rubbed it slightly with the tips of her fingers, exactly as my mother, Elizabeth, would've done. I smiled slightly at her. "You've got to make sure she knows how you feel about her."

"What? What do you mean?" I asked, not sure how much she knew. She knew Bella and I were something. Even I wasn't sure what kind of couple we were. We weren't technically dating, but I sure as hell wanted to.

"You and I both know you love her. You need to tell her that. Make sure she knows it." She took a deep breath. "You don't get it do you?" I shook my head at her. I didn't understand what she was getting at. Bella knew I loved her, didn't she?

"You need to tell her. After she just told us that, she needs someone to tell her. Especially you. She needs someone, but she wants you to be there, and not anyone else can help her like you can." I couldn't understand. Why would she need me? I was sick, and a killer. Rosalie looked into me and poured her feelings in.

"She feels used. Unwanted. Someone didn't want her enough to buy the cow instead of just taking the milk. Bella probably feels like she deserved it in some way. She feels dirty and like a whore. Most likely, she feels like she doesn't deserve you because she is worthless in her own eyes. She hates herself. I can see it in her, just as everyone could see it in me." She breathed. When I looked into her crystal lake eyes, I saw the tears of many years building in the crevice of her eyes, but when I looked again, she was looking up at the ceiling, and seconds later, the tears were gone.

I pushed away from the wall, only to stumble to the table. I had to wait for a while before Bella would've been out. I barely ate anything. Jasper's eyes were following me everywhere. I needed to see her. I craved her touch. Jacob l bumped my arm with his knife. I looked up into his eyes. Sheer pity shone in his face. I knew he knew what I was feeling. He and I had talked about his former girlfriend, Ana, before now. He had a new girlfriend, named Leah, but I knew he still loved Ana.

Ana had been raped by her father and was repetitively raped by her uncle all of the time. Jacob dated her for a few months before he found out. He had gone after her uncle and father, and nearly killed him, which helped land him here. Ana had killed herself as soon as she found out Jacob was going to juvie. He nearly killed himself and he started drugs as soon as he got out of jail. He still grieved Ana. Now, he was going out with Leah, who was getting over her breakup with her ex-boyfriend, Sam. She too had been addicted to drugs, and her brother, Seth, got her into rehab. They weren't allowed to see each other anymore, and I knew, behind his smiles and laughs, It was tearing him apart.

I knew I needed to see Bella, but I couldn't get the shaking suspicions out of my mind that Bella needed to be alone. I needed to find out, so I snuck away. I couldn't wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow was our total free day, to do as we wished inside the lockdown ward, with no therapy and we were allowed to be with people and do as we wished. Bella and I could be alone without sneaking.

However, today was not tomorrow, and she needed to see me today. I looked around slowly. Seeing no one, I slipped into the hall. I pushed open Bella's door to see her on her bed, scratching silently at her stomach and arms. I watched in horror as the blood ran slightly from her fingernails, her inability to control herself was evident. Her eyes were coloured red with tears. She looked up at me briefly before standing up and hobbling over. Her voice was clear malice as she said to me "Leave. Now."

I looked at her, shocked. I took another step towards her, but, unlike what she seemed able to do, she whipped her body around and started walking towards the bed. This was the last chance I would have to get to her, I felt. She would leave and walk away. We may be forced in the same place physically, but she could check herself out emotionally, and I knew it would be a place I would never be able to find her.

So I grabbed her elbow. She whimpered. I spun her back around and held her close. I could feel her body's warmth against mine. She pulled away from me but I pulled her hips into mine. She whimpered more. I felt shocked and took a step back. She pushed back into my arms and broke down. She and I were some match. Both of us so emotional, and could turn emotions at the flip of a coin. She pushed into my arms. Bella flipped her head up to meet mine. She tried to push her lips to mine, but I pushed away from her. A hurt look passed her face. I noticed it and felt my insides crumble for her. I needed this to end. "Bella." I said, pressing my body against hers.

"Stop!" She cried, sobbing. She dropped to her knees, and I dropped with my angel. "You don't want this. You…can't….want….this." She sobbed, gesturing to herself. I didn't want her to ever think that about how I felt about her. I wasn't pushing her away because I didn't want her. I wanted her so bad that I could feel myself crumble to do anything to make her feel better. I wanted to give her an amazingly happy ending. I loved her and I wanted the best for her. I wanted to give myself to her completely, which was farther than I had gone with Alice.

"What, sweetie?" I asked, baffled. How could she construe the way I felt about her?

"Don't call me that!" She screeched, quietly. "You don't mean it." She started to whisper.

"What are you talking about, Bella?" I questioned her, slowly. I grabbed a hold of one of her hands which was grasping at her face. She was tearing at it, almost repulsed by her own skin. (I have actually done this before.)She scratched at her arms with one of her hands and I grabbed it.

"I'm broken. I'm dirty. I'm nothing special. And I'm not something you would want." She cried. "You couldn't want someone like me."

I laughed and cried a little at the same time. I watched her face as I said it. "Bella baby. Bella. Listen to me, Isabella!" She slowly turned her eyes to face me. I saw the tears pool again, and leak out of her eyes. She couldn't get her breathing under control. Her bottom lip was quivering. There were red splotches all over her face. Her lips were a bright cherry red from where she had been biting them. I wanted to touch them, and kiss her so much that her hurt flew away, if that were even possible. I could see the hurt in her eyes, and I couldn't take it. I needed to do this now. I needed to take her pain away, and I needed her to know.

"I don't care what happened to you. I wouldn't care if you had that baby. I would've asked you to marry me. I would've been the father to that baby. I'm so goddamn lucky that someone would love me, especially someone as amazing as you. God damnit, I'm a fucking killer! I'm so lucky to have you. I wouldn't care if you were a wanted felon, or a con artist. I'm not forced to be with you. I'm here because….well, I'm here because…. Bella. Isabella. Isabella Marie Swan, I swear to God, I love you with my entire heart. I love you."

I decided to make this chapter happy. I need 7 reviews please. I'm still really upset about what happened, and reviews cheer me up. The driver's condition is stable. He has really bad burns and had to get a skin graft. His legs are messed up, and his mental health is in shambles. Please, please pray for him and for the two boys that were lost. They were all teenagers, and this wasn't supposed to happen to them. I've known the driver for 4 years, and he's a good kid. I feel so badly for him and the parents of the boys. I also wrote a new story. Go check it out! It's another E/B story, and it's nothing like this one, but it is hurt/comfort/romance, and I think you might like it. It's spur of the moment too. Please check it out. Love you all! –Kassie