"Go puke in the toilet and drown in it," She snarled.

"Fuck you," I kicked her.

"Fuck you." She kicked me harder so I fell off the sofa.

"BITCH!" I shouted lethargically.

"Shut the fuck up, Idiot," she hissed.

I growled.

She snarled.

At least I thought my rampage was over.

She jumped on me. She punched me once before she was pulled off me by Jacob and Paul grabbed me. "Mmm…" I groaned. "Lemme down!" I gagged.

He set me down and I wobbled to the bathroom, dropped to my knees in front of the toilet and vomited.

Then I went back to the couch and fell asleep.

Chapter Twelve

The next morning I woke up in bed, Paul was holding me. I could smell Jacob and Leah were still downstairs. I got up, and went to the bathroom, and took a shower and all that stuff. Then got dressed in a soft white shirt, and comfortable sweats. Paul took a shower and got dressed, looking sexy.

We walked downstairs, "How do you feel?"

"Crampy and fat and hormonal…" I sighed. Leah and Jacob were on the couch, making out.

I took some Advil and Paul and Jacob started talking about some weird shit.

I sat down with Leah. "School starts in a few days, you excited? Junior?" Leah laughed.

"Shit, almost forgot. Thanks," I stuck my tongue out childishly.

"You're welcome," she grinned. "I'm just happy I'm almost finished…"

"Yep… SHIT! What day is it?"

"Tuesday."

"FUCK!" I screamed and ran out the door after I grabbed the keys and got in the car. I drove to the Institute and ran inside, though my cramps were still going strong. I grabbed an extra set of white scrubs and ran straight to Belle's room.

Belle was sitting on her bed, murmuring angrily to her window.

"Sweetheart?" I asked.

She whipped around and glared at me. I must say, she was scary for a five year old. "What do you want?" she spat, her voice was icy cold.

"I wanted to check up on you," I kneeled beside her bed.

"Where have you been for the past week?" She hissed.

"Honey, I'm so sorry. I was busy," I sighed.

"Busy," she chuckled. "BUSY? Do you know what it's like to be locked up in here? With absolutely no contact from anyone?"

"I'm sorry B-" I started.

She cut me off by slapping me across the face. It didn't hurt really, but I felt terrible. She spat in my face, then growled out, "Fuckin' bitch."

"I guess I deserve that…" I muttered.

"Fuck yeah."

"Stop cussing. You may be in this Institute, but I am still your cousin. And I am the one who cared for you since you were three months old. Treat me with respect Isabelle," I replied sharply.

"Fuck you."

I got up and walked to the door. "Without me being here, you would be stuck here until you were eighteen. And I don't think I can handle you. I'm sorry," I muttered.

Her eyes grew wide and that angelic gleam in her eyes appeared. "Aria?" She ran toward me and hugged my leg. "Why are you sorry?"

"I can't do this Honey. I'm sorry. I'll always be here for you but I can't bust you out of here."

Her eyes teared, "But you said when I was better I was gonna go home with you?"

"You aren't better Sweetie," I kneeled down. "Not even close. But I'll still visit. It may not be too regular though Honey."

"But I want to be with you…" She cried.

"I love you Sweetheart, but there's a lot going on. With you, with me, with my friends… You aren't better so you can't go home. But I love you." I hugged her. "Never ever forget that Baby… Ever. If you need me, I'll always be there for you. But I have to go now Honey." I kissed her forehead and picked her up. I sat her on her bed and left.

I drove back home, I mean, to Paul's house and saw he was standing outside, waiting for me.

I parked and he was in front of me, I wrapped my arms around him and started to sob. I hate crying but I felt awful.

Paul wrapped his arms around my waist, "What happened Baby?" He asked softly.

"I can't do it anymore…" I sobbed.

He stiffened slightly, "Can't do what?"

I couldn't get the words out.

"You're breaking up with me…" He stated backing up, away from me.

"N-N-N-" I tried to speak through the tears.

"It's okay, I get it… Bye Aria…" He sighed sadly and turned to walk into his house.

I finally got out the word no. But it was too late. He was already gone. I stood out there, staring at the door. It started raining. It poured down on me for what seemed like an eternity. The heartbreak overwhelmed me. I managed to take a step forward but my shoes made me slip and I fell back, hitting my head on a doorstep.

I felt the blood leaving my head, it was spreading toward my lower back already.

I blacked out.

The only dream I had was of ice. In the back of my mind I remembered, vaguely, of in my eighth grade health class. When someone is losing too much blood, when they may be dying, they get cold, if they don't receive medical attention soon they will die.

Fuck.

This was not the way I wanted to die. Heartbroken and with Paul not knowing, that he is my world. I could never not want him.

Yet, I couldn't get myself to wake up.

Paul, I focused getting my thoughts to him. I love you. I wasn't telling you I didn't want you.

I love you too Baby, where are you? He thought back.

Outside…

I could hear everything going on, but from focusing so hard I was drained… I doubted I'd be able to do it again.

But at least now I could die happy.

I heard the door open. Paul yelled for Jacob to call Dr. Fang and Sue. Soon all of it just became white noise…

I fell asleep for a while. I woke up but couldn't open my eyes. I could feel a head on my stomach.

"She has brain activity. The coma is just what her brain placed her into because of the blood loss. Once she has about the same amount of blood in her system, she should wake up," I heard a silky voice murmur. "But with the amount of brain activity, she is most likely listening to what we're saying."

"S-she can hear us?" Leah sniffled.

"Yes."

"Sorry I was a bitch to you Aria… That's how I am on my period but that's no excuse…" Leah murmured on my left.

After a moment I felt her body heat leave and another one on my right, I felt someone's lips press to mine lightly. "I love you Baby, wake up soon. I'm sorry I was so…ass-like. But I love you so much."

Paul's hand went to mine, he squeezed it slightly and I fell asleep, regaining my strength back and hoping when I woke up again, I would be able to wake from the coma-state I was in.

I dreamt of Paul.

When I woke up again, the hand was still holding mine and I heard Paul's light snoring. I smiled to myself. No one else was in the room. I tried to move my pointer finger on the hand Paul was not holding. I wiggled my finger around. I focused on my right big toe. I managed to move my fingers and toes but that was it.

I rubbed circles on the back of Paul's hand as he slept. Suddenly Paul jumped and his hand disappeared. I moved my fingers again.

"Baby?" He sounded excited. "Can you hear me?"

I stopped moving my fingers.

"You can?"

I moved my pinky.

"Want me to get Dr Fang?"

I quickly moved my pointer finger in a 'NO'!

"Okay I won't."

I stuck my thumb up.

"Try to move your shoulder Honey…" Paul suggested.

I tried to make my body tense. On the third try I did. Paul took a sharp breath in. My eyes fluttered open.

And Paul's lips crushed to mine.

Sorry it took a while.

Tell me what you think.

Sorry it's short.

I feel shitty but that's no excuse I guess.

XOXO,

Jordan