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A/N: This is a sad chapter. Either like it or not :) I'd go with the first =)


Flash

Week 3

That's weird. My jeans are a bit loose. I still feel fat. Did the jeans get bigger?

James was nowhere to be found. I went to one of the other workers.

'Is James working today?'

'Didn't he tell you? He's gone for two weeks. Said something had come up,' the boy replied.

'Oh. Yes, he told me. I just... forgot,' I said and turned around. Gone for two weeks and he didn't even tell me. I felt so down. I looked up at the bar and a few seats next to me I saw Edward was sitting with Jessica and Tanya. Emmett and Jasper were sitting very far away, so they hadn't heard anything. I hadn't seen Alice in a long time. Maybe she really liked to be here and was constantly outside.

'What do you want from James?' Tanya suddenly asked. I scowled at her and found it weird that she actually asked me a normal question.

'We've been hanging out together, that's all,' I replied.

'Hanging out? Are you kidding me? Who would want to hang around with you?' Tanya asked.

'You know, Bella, I couldn't live the life you're living. I would kill myself,' Jessica said while studying her nail. Edward turned around to look at her.

'You know, Jessica, I could say the same about yours,' I said, but Jessica was thinking, so maybe she didn't understand what I had just said. Edward looked at me and he rolled his eyes. What did that mean? Was it because of my reply? Did he think it's stupid? Then he winked at me. I dropped my eyes and when I quickly looked up at him, he winked again. This time I blushed and he looked pleased. I quickly went to my room.

'Where are you going, Edward?' Tanya called. I took the stairs and I saw Edward had gotten up. Was he coming after me? I started to run fast up the stairs and ran through the hall. I took the turn right and kept running. Someone grabbed my waist to stop me.

'Strike three,' Edward whispered in my ear and laughed.

'Let go of me, you jerk!' I said. He did let go and I went quickly to my room. When I turned around, I saw Edward's back and he just turned around the corner. He had actually run after me. Is he normal?

Whatever, I had to get my thoughts back to James. I would start to exercise. When James was back, I would at least be thinner.

That evening I didn't care about medication. Actually, the following seven days I didn't care. I stayed mainly in my room, exercising.

01-08-2010

Dear Diary,

I've been exercising. I've got loads of time and I don't eat much anymore. Not much has happened. I did get two winks from Edward on Monday and blushed. He ran after me to tell me he had made me blush three times. I don't know why I keep blushing over him, it's not like I love him or anything.

Half of the holiday is over now.

Bella

Week 4

More exercise. I had forgotten about the pills. Or didn't really care. My jeans were dropping now. I had to go out to buy new ones.

02-08-2010

Dear Diary,

I found two jeans and they were size four. Size two was too small.
How much would I weigh now?

Bella

04-08-2010

Today I went to the shops again and I found diet pills. I have never tried them, but there's a first time for everything. Three pots with forty pills per each. You are allowed to take six pills a day. That would mean it would take around a week to finish one pot.

Bella

08-08-2010

I have finished one and a half pot already. That means I have taken six pills more a day than is allowed. What could happen?

Bella

Week 5

'James,' I called the minute I saw him.

'Bella. My sweet, Bella. I've missed you so much. My thoughts were only about you,' he said. I smiled.

'Really? Where did you have to go?'

'My mother's ill. I had to go to her,'

'It's nothing serious?' I asked, feeling a little guilty for being mad at him.

'No, she's going to be fine. Why are you wearing huge clothes?'

'Oh,' I said. Just hiding my body from the rest of the world. 'Just a habit, I suppose.'

'But, Bella, you look gorgeous. I've been meaning to ask you for a while, but would you like to go on a date?' My face lit up.

'A date? With you? Yes! When?'

'Next Friday? I'm sorry that I can't go any faster, but I've been booked full. I have to work a lot.'

'That's alright, really!' I was so excited. Besides, this gave me some more time to get thinner. 'Do you have to work now?'

'Yes, I'm sorry. But I can't wait until it's Friday,' he said, kissing my forehead. I was a little confused at that, but went to my room and took some more diet pills and got to work.

I trained so hard the following days and bought three more pots of diet pills. Sometimes I had to stop, because I would get so dizzy that I threw up. And sometimes my whole view would be blurring and I couldn't see a thing. That sucked, but I had to be thinner for James.

Week 6

'Bella, wait up!' Edward called just before I wanted to go in the lift. I had bought a pair of new jeans. Size two.

'What?' I asked.

'You can't go on a date with James on Friday,' he said. I turned around.

'How do you know? And why?' I asked.

'Just trust me, alright? He's not good for you.'

'Ah, go away,' I said annoyed by him.

'Bella, I mean it. I don't trust him,' he said and ran his hand through his hair.

'Well, I don't trust you, so let's call it even?' The doors of the lift opened and I wanted to get in, but Edward stopped me by grabbing my arm and turn me around.

'No, I'm not calling it even, Bella. You can't go to that date,'

'Leave me alone if that's all you are going to say to me,'

'No, Bella... Just don't... I think you shouldn't...' he sighed and looked me in my eyes. 'Don't do anything stupid.'

'Oh, thank you for the kind tip,' I said, smiling, 'I'm will remember the precious words all through the date.'

'Bella! I am serious. You don't understand.' The lift was coming down.

'Don't stop me again when the lift comes,' I said.

'I am trying to tell you this nicely. But you don't listen. So I am going to spill the words out loud.' The next words he said slowly, yet clearly, 'Don't have sex with James.'

Sex? Does he think that? But then... Carlisle hasn't told him about that day I was at the hospital for the first time. When I made it clear that I don't think anyone wants sex with me. Edward hadn't mocked me about anything weird. So Carlisle hadn't told him and Edward didn't know. But still, who was he to tell me what to do?

'What are you thinking? Besides, what I do and what I don't isn't any of your business. And it's not like I am going to not do something, just because you are telling me not to do it! Leave me alone and get away from!' The doors opened and I went inside. How odd that he'd think that I would have sex with James.

'Stop bothering me!' And I turned around violently, but I got dizzy and fell on the lift floor. Edward bent down and carefully lifted me up. My head was still spinning a lot and I had one of those attacks that I until this far, never had in public. I couldn't really see anything. The lift doors closed and the movement that the lift made, made me nauseating. I quickly put my hands on my mouth and tried hard not to vomit. Edward had been holding me up all the time, but he hadn't said anything. I would have fallen over if he hadn't been holding me. When the lift stopped, he half dragged me out of the lift and put me against the wall. I sank through my knees and sat down until I was feeling better again. When I was having some vision again, I saw Edward was towering above me, looking mad. Always looking mad.

'Look,' I said, getting very unstable on my feet again. 'I know you hate me. I know you want me dead. I know someday you'll probably kill me. But I am not asking you to help me and touch me all the time! I know you are disgusted by me and I know you hate touching me with your hands! Stop helping me, because I won't tell anyone and I won't tell Carlisle about our deal. Your car is fine and you don't have to worry about that anymore! You keep being mad at me. I'm sorry. You must be tired of having to doubt all the time I might tell on you. You must be so tired of me. Well, I'm tired of being me some days.'

I turned to walk to my room and I fell again. Edward didn't catch me and I slowly got up. I tried very hard not to fall again. I didn't look back to see Edward's face. Maybe he had already left.

The following days I kept training until my day would come.

It was Friday now and I was standing in my blue bra and panties, deciding which clothes I should wear. I don't think he likes the big clothes I have. They are all big. I tried on a few outfits and they all seemed boring or ugly.

This was my date with James! I'm going to wear something nice and something he likes.

Would he try and kiss me? They do that on first dates, don't they? Would he mind if I don't want?

I was standing in front of the mirror and I looked at my body. I wasn't skinny enough. I had trained so hard. I did have to buy new jeans again, and this time they were a size two. But still. Why did I keep being fat?

I heard a loud thump and suddenly, 'Surprise, surprise!' and I saw flashes coming from everywhere. I saw Tanya and Jessica and three other girls. They all had photo cameras and they were making pictures of me. I stared at them in horror.

'Hey, bitch, smile for the camera!' Flash.

'Look at that disgusting body!' Flash.

'She looks like a corpse!' Flash.

Flash. Flash.

'You are so pathetic! Did you really think James wants to go out with you?' Flash.

'Instead I had mind blowing sex with him and you, hah, you're probably still a virgin!' Flash.

'James thinks you are ugly, stupid and so boring!' Flash.

No! Not James. They lied. James wouldn't say that. Suddenly he appeared in the doorway.

'James!' I said, 'Tell them to go.'

'Girls, what are you doing to Bella? You silly girls, you are doing it all wrong.'

Why was he being so slow? What did he mean by what he had just said? He took one of the cameras and flashed a photo of me. He showed it to the girls.

'See? That's how it's supposed to be,' and he smiled. All of them started making photo's again. I stared at him with disgust, but despair caught my body and I cried and I ran out of the room.

They were all laughing, but James laughed the hardest and his laughter kept ringing in my ears. It was the worst sound ever. I bumped really hard into somebody and I fell on the ground. I had touched the floor with my face and I felt my cheek bleeding. I was so tired and hurt that I just lay on the floor. I didn't care about this life anymore.

'Bella,' I heard Edward's voice. I didn't look up but he quickly put something around me and placed one hand under my knees and the other on my shoulder. He half ran to his room and put me on his bed. He searched for something and put it against my mouth.

'Drink this.' I don't know what it was, but it tasted weird. I would have spit it out, if Edward's hand hadn't appeared in front of my mouth and rubbed my throat to make me swallow it. I didn't have it in me to fight him off. He made me drink a few more sips.

'Tell me what happened.'

'They're in my room. The photo's... All the...' and I cried in my hands. He dissapeared and when I heard the door close, I shot up. This was my chance now. I went through his stuff, quickly. I couldn't find what I was looking for and thought I might go insane. I kept opening drawers and bags, until I found a pocket knife. Yes. I pulled out the knife and put it on my wrist. Someone opened the door. I looked up and it was Edward with cameras in his hands. No, not him too! I let the knife pierce my skin and open my vein and I screamed in pain.

I think he screamed my name, but it was barely inaudible to me. The knife was in my flesh and I didn't get a chance to get it out and open my other wrist, because Edward had dropped the cameras and was holding my right hand. The left wrist still had the knife in it. I started to cry harder and when I saw Edward's face, all I could see was horror, anger and worry. He pushed me to the bed and made me sit down. I lifted my legs so they were on the bed too. He pulled off the jacket that he had put on me and I felt naked and exposed.

'Bella, keep drinking this,' and he put the bottle on my mouth again. I shook my head. 'It will take the pain away. Come on, just a little.' And he forced me again and I wanted to scream at him, tell him to stop because I didn't want to do this anymore. I think I was crying less now, but I was feeling a little numb. He finally put the drink away. He took a lace and tied it tightly around my left wrist, cutting the blood circulation.

'Aah,' I said, pulling my hand back, but he didn't let go of my hand and pulled it back to him. I watched the knife that was still in there. I didn't feel it anymore. I wanted to feel the pain. I wanted to feel physical pain, so I would forget. Forget what just happened. He took hold of the top of the knife.

'Isabella.' I looked up at his face. 'I'm so sorry,' he said, just as I felt an intense pain in my wrist and cried out loud in pain. I let my head drop and I invited the pain in. He put his hand on my back. Pulling the knife back out, hurt more than to put it in. The pain was lessening and I pulled up slowly and I saw Edward had taken a first aid kit. I let him do whatever he wanted to do and I felt some stinging. When I didn't feel anything anymore, I saw Edward had put some kind of a bandage on my wrist. He left me again and came back with a black t-shirt and shorts. He put the t-shirt on me and when I felt his hand on my bare back, I sprang alive and tried to get away from him. Edward prevented me of going away, by putting both of his hands on my back.

'Take it easy, I'm only taking off your bra. It will be more comfortable for you.' He opened my bra and pulled it out from under the t-shirt. He put it on a chair. 'It's warm tonight. You wouldn't want anything taller than this,' he said, showing the shorts. He held my ankles and turned me so that my legs were on the floor. He put my legs through the shorts and brought it all the way up. I was clothed again, but there was still a lot of bare skin.

I looked at my wrist and touched the lace. It was starting to hurt now.

'Is it too tight?' He touched the bandaged wound with the palm of his hand. 'The bleeding hasn't stopped yet. I'll take it off when it has stopped, okay?'

I nodded my head. I was feeling so frightened. He might think I'm crazy and I was so afraid. And our last conversation also wasn't something pleasant.

'I'm sorry,' I said. 'I'm sorry for this. I'm sorry I'm not perfect.' I got off the bed, but slowly, because I was feeling so dizzy. I fell, but he already caught me.

'Bella, I'm not mad at you. How could you possibly think that? You didn't do anything.' He went to the cameras and showed me a key. 'I locked your room. And these are the cameras. See, in the cameras are the chips and if you break them, all the photos will disappear.'

I nodded my head but didn't take the camera's, so he took out the chips and broke them. All five of them.

He put me on the bed again and took the bottle with the drink. I tried to get away from him. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be around anyone. I felt too exposed.

'What is that?'

'Brandy,'

'I never drink,'

'Tell me everything, Bella.' I shook my head.

'Drink some more of this,' and he handed it to me. I couldn't take it. He pressed it lightly against my lips again and when I didn't swallow, he forced me again.

'Can you talk now?' I was actually feeling unreal now.

'I was preparing for the date. But then the girls came. And they made pictures and said James thought I was ugly, boring and stupid,' I said, dropping my head on his pillow and cried. 'And then he came and I thought he was going to help me. But he took a camera and made a picture of me too. And then he just laughed and I ran away. He is right.'

'Oh, Bella,' he said. He was petting my back. 'That's horrible.'

'As if you care!' I suddenly screamed and lifting my head from the pillow. 'Why weren't you there, joining them?' I hit him hard with my fist on his shoulder and he let me. I hit him again and again and he never complained. But after what felt like a long time, he stopped my arms and hugged me. He rubbed my back with his hands. I was so mad at him and suddenly it turned in fear again. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, didn't mean to hit you. Don't hurt me. Please, Edward.'

'Bella, I will never hurt you. Not again. And no one else, either. I won't let them,' he whispered the last part in my ear and he was still holding me.

'I hate you. I'm terrified of you. I'm so confused.'

'I can't do anything about that first one now, but you don't have to fear me. No harm is coming your way tonight.'

'How can you be sure?' Because James could come back. The girls could come back.

'Because you are staying with me,' he replied simply. I wanted the knife again. Why didn't he give it to me?

'Kill me. I don't want to do this anymore,' I said, looking up at him. His eyes went huge and he was looking worried again.

'Bella. Killing yourself over them is not worth it. James is not worth it. And James is not worth you. I know it hurts now, but the pain will go away. And after a while you will forget about his face, his laugh, his hair and the the color of his eyes. He will be just someone you will laugh over and say to your children: "James? That's that asshole and I can't believe I've ever fell for him."'

No. That can't be. That will never happen. The pain wasn't going. It kept getting worse and it had gotten to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. Why didn't he understand? And children? Wouldn't that actually involve getting married and making babies?

'Please, Edward, give me the knife,' I begged him.

'No, Bella. Trust me, you'll thank me someday.'

'I hate you,'

'Yeah, well. I can live with that.' I was crying not so much anymore and his hands went over my back in a way I didn't like. He brought his hands to my sides.

'What are you doing?' I asked, afraid of his touch.

'What have you done to yourself, Bella? What have you done? Do you even realize? Is it true what Carlisle told me? Do you have eating issues or something?'

'I wanted to look nice for James. I'm size two. Nobody wants me. I'm unwanted.' I flew out of bed, because I saw the shiny knife and grabbed it. I took hold of it, but Edward had run after me and took hold of my wrist and he was really strong. 'Please, Edward. Please. Please. Please. Let me do this. Please.' I kept pulling my hand out of his grip.

He slowly pulled the knife out of my hand and put it away again.

'Come on, Bella. The alcohol is going to kick in soon, because you are tiny and with girls it always goes faster.' He pushed me to the bed and I sat down again.

'Please. I really can't do this anymore. It's too much to bear. Just please.'

'Your cheek is bleeding. I have to clean that wound too. Unless you want a scar on your face.' I looked at him in confusion. He didn't even listen to me. He pressed something out of the first aid kit on my cheek and that stung too. I didn't mind though. 'That's done too. Talk a little, so I can see if you're drunk already.'

'You're making me drunk? I thought it was to let the pain go away!' I cried.

'That's my intention, yes. But you don't worry about that. That's exactly what you need right now.' I was shaking my head.

'I need to get drunk?' I asked the weird question.

'It helps you forget,' he said. I was shaking my head again. 'Do you remember, in the airplane? I calmed you down. I promised I would and I did. Do you remember, Bella?'

I nodded.

'I know you don't trust me. But right now I am going to ask you to have faith in me. Look at me.'

He put me on the bed and I had to look up. He took hold of my face.

'You are not going to worry about being harmed tonight. Nobody will come here. I am not going to hurt you. I am not mad at you. I don't hate you. I won't kill you and won't let yourself kill you. You can hit me, curse me, hate me, but I still won't hate you. You can try and kill yourself, you can go crazy, scream, beg, laugh, giggle and still I won't hate you. And now you are going to drink more alcohol because I don't think you've had enough.'

'Will you throw me out of your room in the middle of the night? When the others come,' I asked the sad question.

'Bella...' he stopped what he was doing and he let a finger go over my cheek. 'I won't throw you out. Jasper and Emmett are with Alice and the girls. They're staying with them tonight to watch movies. They'll stay there.'

I felt more tears coming down my cheeks. I was feeling so bad and the pain didn't go away.

'You lied. The pain doesn't go away.' He pulled out another bottle and opened it.

'I'll make it go away. You need to drink more of this.'

'I don't like that,'

'I know. But the pain will go away.' I drank more of his drink.

I sat on the bed and I had stopped crying now. I think I had drunk a lot now. I looked up at Edward and he was watching me carefully. He pushed me on the bed until I was lying on my back. Then he pulled up the t-shirt I was wearing and touched my stomach and ribs. I pulled up a little and watched him. He was looking mad. I quickly pulled back from his hands and tried to sit as far away from him.

'I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me.'

'I'm not mad at you. I only hate one person.'

'Me?'

'Not you,'

'Then who?'

'Myself. I should have watched you. I should have done what Carlisle told me. What have you done, Bella? How did you lose weight so fast?'

'What?' I asked confused.

He came closer to me and I watched him with big eyes. He stopped coming closer and sat on the bed. He looked annoyed about something.

'What have you eaten the previous weeks?'

I shrugged.

'You have starved yourself, haven't you? Have you taken your medicine?'

'What medicine?'

'Oh Bella.' He dropped flat on the bed on his stomach and pressed his face in the pillow. When he stayed still, I poked his side and he didn't move. I started to giggle.

'Have you died?'

He lifted his head and I looked at his eyes closely.

'Your eyes are so green.' I brought my finger to his eye to touch it. He stopped my finger by putting his hand on it.

'Now you're drunk,'

I started to giggle. 'I never get drunk. Charlie's going to kill me.'

'No, he's going to kill me. Slowly.' He didn't release my finger.

'He hates you. You drive too fast. He stopped giving you tickets. He wanted to take your license but I stopped him. I didn't want you to hurt me more. Because you would have, because you know that it would had been my father that would have taken your license. Now you still have your license. Because of me.'

I put my head on his back.

'You did that?' he asked. 'Have I already told you that you are an angel?'

'Angels aren't for real.' He laughed at that, but only a little.

'Then you are an amazing girl and with a strong heart,' he said. That wasn't true either.

'No,' I said. 'I'm not amazing and my hearth... isn't there anymore.' He sat up, so I had to lift my head again. He sat on the opposite of my and put his ear against my chest.

'You liar, your hearth is still there,'

'Then it's empty,'

He lifted his head and smiled.

'I hope not. Tell me, Bella. What else did you do to lose weight?' I went a little closer to him.

'You won't tell anyone?' I whispered. 'I used diet pills. I overdosed. And I exercised a lot.' I felt over, but he caught me and laid me on my back.

'I'm just going to check you over, so don't scare away. Alright?' I was looking at his green eyes again. He softly touched me stomach and pushed it in some places.

'And how's your heart rate?' he asked. He counted again. 'That's odd. It's higher than I had expected it.' I was just staring at the greenness. He looked at me again and smiled. 'It would help to know your blood pressure.'

'So greenish,' I said.

'You're still looking at my eyes? Really, there's nothing special about mine. Yours are something. They have an amazing brown color and they are very big. They make you look gorgeous.'

'It's nothing,' I shrugged. He lied next to me and kept watching me. I was still lost in the green eyes. He was looking at mine. He pulled the blankets up and smiled. I closed my eyes and I felt him touch my face. His fingers went softly over my eyes.

'What do you doing?' I asked a little slow.

'Touching a pearl,'

'Huh?'

'I'm sorry. I won't mind if you'll never forgive me.'

'Whafor?'

'Everything that I have done to you.'

'I... I'm confused.'

'Sleep, Bella. Tomorrow you'll feel better again. Though maybe not in the morning. I can't prevent a hangover.'

'Hangover? Never had one.'

'Yeah, I'm sorry I am the first person to cause you one. I'll explain in the morning. If I tell you now, you'll just forget it again.'

'Why?'

'Because you are drunk. You won't remember a thing. At least that's what I hope. Sleep, angel. I'll keep the bad dreams away.'

'You kissed me,'

'What?' I didn't see his expression, because my eyes had been close all the time. I wonder what he looked like now, but my eyes wouldn't open.

'In the bad dream,'

'Oh. Sorry for that,' he said. I had to giggle again.

'S'not like you did it. Dream Edward.'

'I'll try and keep him away too. Think of the greenish.'

'Yes,' I smiled. And I thought of the greenish. I felt his arms around me and he murmured sorry's. I opened my eyes and he was still looking at me.

'What's the matter?' he asked

I shrugged.

'You're still feeling alright?'

'Just... I'm still afraid of the bad dreams.'

'Maybe you should drink some more. I just have no idea how much you can drink without throwing up. You're not feeling nausea?'

I shook my head. I remembered...

'Nausea. I threw up at the excursion. First day we met. You wanned me to choke to death,' I said. I looked at his back, because he had gotten up and he didn't turn around. 'Can't find the drink?' He turned around and looked annoyed. 'Did I say someing wrong?'

'You haven't done anything. You're just not articulating very well anymore. But I still understand you,' and he placed the bottle on my mouth again and made me drink a lot. Or maybe it felt like a lot. I was really feeling numb.

'I can't move. I'm paralyzed?'

'No, you're just drunk. Nothing that won't go away. Try and sleep now, Bella.' I closed my eyes, but didn't fall asleep immediately.

I heard Edward doing some things. And then he talked.

'Yeah, dad. It's me, Edward.'

...

'I called because I have something to tell you. About Bella.'

...

'No, I don't have good news. Nothing good this time. Actually, it was all a lie. I never knew if she was alright.'

...

'I made a deal with her. I told her about us. And I left her alone. But she's in my room now and she has lost so much weight and muscle. She's in a very poor condition, because she hasn't taken her meds the way she should have. She told me she has exercised a lot and has taken diet pills. She overdosed on them.'

...

...

'Dad, you can start a whole trial and I wouldn't mind. I would be sitting on your side, making sure I get the top punishment. I know what I did was wrong and I would understand if you hated me forever. When I look at her body... It's like a prisoners' body that's been in a camp for months. But dad, now it's about Bella. We're still here for the weekend. I need your help. What am I supposed to do?'

...

'Yeah, I've got pen and paper. Where can I get those? Alright. Yes, got it.'

...

'She's sleeping now. I've made her go numb.'

...

'I sort of made her drunk. Dad, she was crying and she... tried to kill herself. I was in time. She harmed herself and wouldn't stop talking nonsense until she drank quite a lot. It's what she needed the most at the moment, really.'

...

'She had a trauma. She doesn't deserve to remember all that. I'd rather have that she's hangover for a few hours, then that she'd remember what they did to her. I hope she'll forget most of it. It must have been horrible for her.'

...

'I'll make sure of that. I won't let her go out of my sight.'

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'I still don't believe in anorexia, dad. It's just a joke. Voices in your head telling you not to eat? No, dad, I do not believe that and I still don't. Bella just doesn't have any friends and she said there was a boy she liked and she wanted to look nice to him, by being thin. She suffered herself and I'm sure she'll eat if I give her food.'

...

'He works here. You should sue him too, while you're at it.'

...

'You want me to do what?'

...

'No dad, seriously. An apple? Just an apple? She'll eat it and run away happily!'

...

'Fine, but if she goes, I won't be able to stop her!'

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'If you say so.'

...

'Yes. Thank you. Bye.'

He hung up and came in bed next to me. I felt that he took hold of my wrist and opened the bandage. He cleaned the wound again and put on a new bandage. He removed the lace and also cleaned the wound one on my cheek and I fell asleep.


A/N: Let's hope Bella forgets. And we know something about Edward now :O hihi

I hope that you still like the story :)

Next chapter: Edward helps Bella and she wonders why.