* I know that I said that I would be updating sooner, but sports just started, and I am not home very often. Thank you to all who reviewed and voted in the poll. Also, thanks to everyone who adds my story to their favorites or alerts. Finally, thank you to Mitxi (FaNpIrE302028), my beta. Seriously, check out her stories. She is amazing! Here is the chapter! ~ Lexi*

Previously: I pulled out my compass I used for math, and I cut my wrist. I accidentally hit a vein, and I started bleeding. A lot. I couldn't stop the bleeding. For the first time since I started cutting, I felt out of control. I was going to bleed to death. I knew it. I sat down on the floor because I started to feel very dizzy. I was loosing too much blood.

I heard someone come in, and scream. I didn't know who it was, but there were suddenly a lot of people there. People who were watching me die.

These innocent bystanders were going to watch poor Isabella Swan die. They would be scarred for life. I felt a pair of cold arms hug me. I still couldn't identify the person; I was too busy trying to cling onto my consciousness. I knew that if I closed my eyes now, I might never wake up.

The person who was holding me spoke. The voice was like bells. It was Alice.

"Bella, come on, stay with me, you're going to be okay, just stay with me. Come on Bella, you can do it, just focus on my voice. Focus on Edward, on Charlie, on Jacob, on my family..."

I don't know how long she kept cooing like that because about five seconds after she started to speak, I blacked out.

BELLA'S POV

I drifted in and out of consciousness easily after that. My dreams came and went. It was like I was floating on clouds. I had no idea that death would be that easy. It was peaceful, not nearly as complicated as life.

I felt sympathy, not for myself, but for all those people who watched me die. I am glad that I didn't have to see the look on Alice's face, holding my bloody body, knowing she couldn't help me, watching me bleed to death on the bathroom floor.

And poor Edward, who would have to look at this scene in every witnesses eyes for the next year. His Bella dying. There was nothing he could've done either.

And then there was Charlie and Renee. Charlie, who sees death all the time, but never pictures having to show up at his own daughter's crime scene. Renee, who hardly even knows who my friends are these days. He would wish that he had seen the signs. She would wish that she had gotten closer to me. They would both wish that I had opened up to them.

Lastly, there was Jacob. He probably wouldn't even find out for another few days. Charlie would be too upset to talk about it, and the Cullen's wouldn't care enough to tell them. Maybe after my death, they'll start to get along. Probably not though.

I will miss them, but I will be watching over them, all I hope is that Edward doesn't commit suicide like I did. Having the guilt and the shame on your shoulders. The guilt, because you took away your life, when other people may not have been ready to see you leave yet, and the shame? Well, suicide isn't really encouraged to people these days. Yes, above all else, even the peace, the guilt and the shame were-

"Bella, if you can hear me, open your eyes."

What the hell? I thought I was dead! Who the hell could be talking to me and why are they telling me to open my eyes?

"Bella, if you can hear me open your eyes."

I still didn't fully recognize the voice, though it did sound familiar. I decided to do what he told me to do, and I opened my eyes.

I was in a bright white room, and there were people everywhere. There was a tube up my nose, and it was very uncomfortable, so I tried to take it off, but before I could, I felt a cold pair of hands grab me.

"I don't think so." The voice was magical, like velvet, and I could recognize that voice anywhere. Edward. So, maybe I wasn't dead, but technically, I didn't want to die, so-

"Bella, how are you feeling?" A man in a lab coat asked me, it was Carlisle. He must've taken over after someone called him. He would've saved me.

"Decent, I'm still a little dizzy, but I'm decent."

"Good, you are stable for now, but you have had a few blood transfusions so try to take it easy. I just called your father and he is on the way. I have another patient, but I will be back as soon as I can. Everyone else is roaming the hospital, trying to give you space. Goodbye Bella." He turned to leave, but I had a question for him.

"Wait, Carlisle!"

"Yes, Bella?"

"What's the story? For Charlie, I mean."

"Bella, this has gone too far. I didn't want to tell him, but it is my job to keep you safe, and you just attempted suicide. I had no choice Bella, he has to know."

"First of all, I never attempted suicide, I just lost control of the compass and accidentally hit a vein. Secondly, I'm going to be okay right? Then why does Charlie have to know?" I demanded.

"Bella, I think you are missing the point, you hurt yourself, and it went too far. Charlie needs to know so he can help you-"

"I DON'T NEED HELP!" I screamed, I couldn't take this anymore! There was no reason that Charlie had to know, and there was no reason that I had to go to a therapist.

"Bella, I know you are upset, but I refuse to continue this conversation with you until you calm down. Please, I have to leave now, but I will be back to discuss the situation if we can handle this rationally." Why did he always have to be so calm?

"Fine." I pouted. I knew I wasn't going to win against Carlisle. Maybe it was because I knew that he was right. I had taken this habit and brought it to extreme levels, but maybe it was self-preservation? I knew what Charlie was like when I was in the hospital; he wanted to blame the first person he saw that had anything to do with what happened. This time, it was only me who was to blame, and it was pretty obvious. Well, I guess I had to hold on and hope for the best. As if Edward could read my mind, he squeezed my hand for reassurance, and I knew I wasn't going to be alone.