This story contains sensitive subject matter. If the topics of mental illness, and attempted suicide bothers you, please do not read.
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AN: Thanks to Sherry & Paige for all their help with editing this. Any mistakes are mine.
I don't own Twilight, but I do own this plot. No copyright infringements intended.
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POV- Bella
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I pick up the phone and call the one person that would know what to do, Carlisle, Edward's dad. I dial the number and after a couple of failed attempts, finally manage to complete the call.
It starts to ring.
There's a click and then a muffled sound, some rustling noise and then what sounds like a door shutting.
"Bella?" Carlisle is probably wondering why I'm calling so early.
I release the strangled gasp of breath I was holding. I've been having a difficult time breathing since I read Edward's letter. I try to speak, but all that comes out are sobs.
"Bella… Bella, what's wrong? You need to calm down and tell me, what's going on?"
"I- I can't," I scream in pure agony.
I can hear Carlisle's breathing increase. "Bella, is it Edward? Did something happen to him? Please, you have to stop crying and tell me," he pleads with me. "Just take deep breaths, in slowly… inhale through your nose."
I take a deep breath like he instructs me to do.
"Good girl. Now exhale slowly through your mouth."
I exhale a shaky gust of air like he asks me to.
"That's good. Now keep doing that until you feel calm enough to speak."
I repeat the process about a dozen times. On the last one I take the deepest breath I can and blow it out, shuddering as I try to release all the pent up nervous energy I've been holding. Now my body doesn't feel like a livewire, but I still feel jittery. I'm calmer, but my life is still falling apart.
"Are you alright now, Bella?" Carlisle tentatively asks me.
I rub my forehead as I shake my head. Tears rolling down my cheeks. "He's gone." I whisper.
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AN: Ugh, that guts me.