*^*^The Last Night*^*^
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
-Fix You, Coldplay
*^*^The Last Night Chapter Doce^*^*
"I don't know what happened. I was talking with Carlisle and her Aunt wanted to talk to her. I walked out of the office and found her in the corner of the kitchen, squeezed into a ball, tears streaming down her face, and barely breathing. She had blood on her hands from her nails breaking the skin." Edward's voice was anxious and he stumbled over his words, as if they were rushing to be freed from his conscience.
"You realize she has obvious signs of abuse?" Someone asked in a gruff male voice.
"Did you even look at her file, Gerandy?" Edward's voice was filled with venom. If I could move, I'd flinch.
"Don't try that shit with me, boy. Of course I did. I was just trying to warn you, Edward. She's been hurt and you should just run right now. She can't help you, and you can't adopt her as a charity case. Just give up on this ridiculous notion that she could be anything but broken." The gruff voice was filled with contempt, but he was correct. Edward should get out before he was sucked into my little snowglobe, and trapped within the glass with me. I didn't know if there would be enough space in my little snowglobe for both of us.
"She's not a fucking charity case, she's a mother fucking person, you heartless dick. Don't act as if you know me, or her, or anything about our damn situation. You can shove your opinions up your asshole, along with everyone elses. I don't care that she's broken, because I am, too." Edward seethed, followed by a slam.
"Edward," The gruff mans voice was condescending. "You can't just hit things because you're unhappy."
"Watch me." Edward's voice was feral and several smashes occured before I seemed to drift back into the sea of unconciousness.
*^*^The Last Night^*^*
Brightness invaded my senses, along with more voices.
"I hate hospitals." Jasper's voice grumbled. I moaned and blinked in agreement. The hospital ceiling was just as white as it had been a week ago, I observed.
"Bella!" Rose shouted. I winced in response to her large voice.
"Shut the fuck up." I growled. Someone gasped in response. I tried to recall any reason that I should be here. I was unsuccesssful.
"Why am I here?" I asked, frustrated that my brain continued to fail me.
"You went mental in the kitchen." Rose growled. I'm pretty sure she was pissed at my response. What did she expect? She shouldn't be so loud in a fucking hospital. There has to be a rule against that somewhere.
That was when her words finally sunk in and I recalled my episode in the kitchen.
"Where's Edward?" I shot up, my head spinning in retaliation. It seemed my body and mind seemed to be rebeling against my will.
"He got kicked out. Apparently, beating the wall and throwing a vase in a hospital room are not appropriate behavior." Jasper joked while the blood drained from my face. I remembered that.
"Where's he now?" I questioned Jasper and Rose while they looked away guiltily.
"Well, we may have locked him in the basement so he couldn't get out? We might have boarded up the two windows down there, also? We left him food and water!" Jasper cracked while I stared at him in disbelief.
"You k-kidnapped him?" I stuttered out in disbelief; the blood draining from my face. Scenarios raced through my mind, each one more horrifying than the last. How could Jasper and Rosalie steal his free will so easily? I watched as Jasper's and Rose's face transformed into an expression of horror.
"Oh fuck, Jasper, I told you that we should've just sedated him!" Rose exclaimed. I just sat there in a zombie-like trance, Edward's well-being flashing through my head.
"I didn't think she'd have such a violent reaction!" Jasper bickered back.
"Fuck this shit." I growled before ripping needles out of my arm and grabbing the clothes on the side-table. Rose and Jasper argued as I got dressed, the hospital gown covering certain areas.
"Bella, you haven't been released. You can't just leave. I promise that we'll go get Edward and bring him." Rosalie stated, but her words left no impact on me. I was not going to just sit here and wait like a cripple. I needed to witness Edward's well-being by myself.
"Bella, you can't do this! Someone will see you!" Jasper exclaimed once I finished dressing, shock coloring his tone.
"What floor are we on?" I asked, ignoring their complaints. They continued to ramble on about my lack of health, mental and physical. I walked over to the window in my room and peered out. Thankfully, we were on the first floor.
I unlatched the window and slid it open. It would be a tight fit, but I'm pretty sure it would work. Jasper and Rose began arguing, completely oblivious to my new position.
I shimmied out, feet first, my bare feet touching the dampened grass, a light misting of rain hazing the land around me. I knew it would be about a ten minute run from here, Rosalie's and Jasper lived approximately two miles from this landmark. I heard Jasper continue bickering with Rose and smiled, glad that they were too distracted.
I began sprinting down the sidewalk, avoiding the twigs and cracks that littered the sand-colored concrete. I gathered many curious glances at my pale bare feet by pedestrians. I wasn't overly concerned. All that mattered was how fast I could get to Edward.
I flew down the block, glad that the muscle I had gained from track wasn't completely lost. The world was a blur as I focused on the sidewalk, concentrating on the objects I had to dodge.
Within one and a half miles, I had to stop. I was winded, sweat beading my forehead, bent over and gasping dramatically for air while Edward was still trapped in the basement. I was frustrated by the weakness and faults that my body now possessed. This wouldn't have even winded me four months ago. I was beyond out of shape, my body was thin and resembled a skeleton. Rage directed at my body and parents began pulsing within me, fueling my body.
I began sprinting for the last half of a mile, horrifying scenarios blasting through my mind, every thought more lethal than the last.
Jasper's and Rosalie's house finally greeted me and I began sprinting faster than humanly possible. The cheery exterior suddenly looked daunting and destructive. I grasped the door handle with shaky hands, sprinting down the hall towards the basement entrance. The house was unnaturally silent besides my hushed breathing and loud footsteps. I finally reached the basement door and flung it open.
The sound of my scream filled the unnatural silence.
