Hi everyone! I finally got my new laptop and the chance to write! Sorry it's been so long since I've updated!
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~Bella
Seven o'clock finally came on Saturday and I was really excited to spend time with Edward and watch a movie. I wondered what movie we would watch. I hoped it was something I actually liked.
Edward got popcorn and sodas for us and sat next to me on the couch. He looked at me and asked, "What are we watching?"
"I don't know." I answered. "What do you want to watch?"
"I don't care, you pick."
I ended up picking one of my favorite movies, Titanic, much to Edward's dismay, it seemed. I could tell by the look in his eyes he didn't want to.
"Are you sure?" I asked once again as I put the DVD in the CD holder.
"Whatever you want, I want." He smiled.
The movie began playing and we watched in comfortable silence.
When the movie was over and the credits played, Edward put the empty bowls of popcorn and the empty cans of soda away in the kitchen, and the TV played regular channels. Edward sat back down next to me. The news was on, in this case. I watched, not really paying attention. But something did catch my attention then.
Edward went to reach for the remote, but I covered it with my hand.
"Give me the remote, Bella." He said.
"No, I want to watch this for a minute." I replied.
He went for the remote again but ended up on top of me in the attempt. We remained like that once the news report started, me with a panicked expression.
"Police and detectives are certain that former chief of police Charlie Swan is in the town of Forks, Washington. They have found he is looking for his teenage daughter, Bella Swan. However, this is a small town, and police are sure that they will be able to find him easily. If anyone has any evidence, contact the police station immediately. Have a nice day, everybody. See you tomorrow on Channel-"
I shut the TV off and stood. I turned to Edward. "Did you know about this?"
"Yes."
"Why wouldn't you tell me, then?"
"It's safer."
"How?"
"Because it would worry you if you knew. Bella, I don't make the rules. They told me not to tell you."
"Oh, so that's why you're going tomorrow, isn't it? To talk about him being here!"
"Well, yeah."
I threw the remote at him, and he caught it. "I'm tired of not knowing anything. He might as well just come here. It's not like I'll be warned." I began walking up the stairs, and he went to the foot of the stairs.
"Bella, just wait!"
"I'm tired of waiting! I'm done talking about it. I'm done with this whole thing!" I went into my room and slammed the door shut behind me. I lay on my bed and let all the tears that were welling up inside me fall on the covers, and eventually I fell asleep, knowing they'd be gone to the detective's office when I woke up.
I woke up at 3 in the afternoon the next day, and they were gone. I sat on the couch and turned the TV on, but the sound was just a blur. I felt numb, I didn't care about anything. I wasn't really pissed at Edward, I was just pissed at the world.
I watched some movie that was on the first channel I flipped to and then got bored of watching TV, so I went upstairs to go on the phone. I was grounded from the computer, but no one ever said anything about the phone, right? I dialed Angela's number and waited for an answer.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hi, Angela." I said.
"Oh, hey, Bella. Sorry about…you know."
"Yeah. I only found out yesterday on the news. But Edward knew; he just chose not to tell me."
"Maybe he was told not to."
"He was, but I should be able to know. It is my problem, after all."
She seemed to want to change the subject. "So, Jess and I are going shopping today…again. You want to come by any chance?"
"I can't. I'm grounded."
"Oh, all right. Well, I have to go since we're leaving. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay."
"And good luck with everything."
"Thanks."
I hung up and then sat at my desk to write in my diary. I hadn't written in it for about seven years. But now I had no one to talk to and a lot to say.
Dear Diary,
What is there to do now? My dad is on his way right this very minute, and no one will be able to stop it, no matter how much they say they will be. Maybe he's right outside…But Edward, Carlisle, and Esme are gone; they just left me here alone to worry. What if
My writing was cut off because I heard a loud crash from downstairs. Curiously I left my room to go downstairs, but at the same time I was so scared I wanted to run away from the house and never return. Cautiously I went down each step one at a time, and when I got to the bottom I went to the kitchen. It looked as if no one had ever been there, ever. I went to the living room and gasped.
The couches were all tipped over and ripped open so you could see the furry stuff inside the cushions. The coffee table was smashed in the middle, leaving shards of glass everywhere. The TV lay on the ground, the screen cracked completely. I didn't want to look up because I knew who I would see.
But I did anyway.
"D-D-D-Dad?" I stuttered, backing away. He smiled and went closer to me. I cringed in the corner of the room, covering my face, in case he decided to crack my face in half, too.
"Hello, Isabella." He said, still smiling like the deranged person he was. "My beautiful daughter."
I did the first thing that came to my mind before he could kill me. I spat on his face and began running for the front door, first down a hallway. He yelled and chased after me. He tackled me to the ground, causing me to hit my head against the wood. I lay there weak for a moment, but then kicked him where a guy didn't want to be kicked and tried to crawl away, but he caught up to me. He lifted my head from the floor and said, "Sleep, Isabella. Sleep."
He crashed my head against the wood and everything went blank.
I remembered sleep like this. The kind of sleep where nothing can wake you up, where everything is just blank and peaceful and strangely happy. I used to sleep like that sometimes when I was very little, before my dad started drinking and stuff. Because back then I was a happy kid without a care in the world. Everything was perfect; I had Mommy and Daddy to take care of me, and I could just play all day and dream happily at night. Now I didn't know why I felt like this….I wasn't happy. I was unconscious. Is that the same? I never thought so….Maybe I was dead. Maybe he'd gotten it over with and killed me, and now I was on my way to whatever Heaven existed, if there was one.
I heard a light noise in the distance, like a motor running or something, but I couldn't bring myself to think about it anymore. I was dead, that was it. And I was on my journey away from the unfair world I lived in. No more worrying about my dad. The Cullen's wouldn't have to worry, either. They could continue with their lives like I was never even there.
It was hard to have to think about Edward. Because I really did love him, I just never got to tell him like I wanted to. The closest we got to saying that was saying we "liked each other". I now realized I loved him, but I would never be able to tell him. At least I got to kiss him once. That was the most I should've asked for from the world.
I fell back into the deep sleep I was in before without thinking of anything else.
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