*^*^The Last Night^*^*
Listen to your heart when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going and I don't know why,
But listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye.
And there are voices that want to be heard.
So much to mention but you can't find the words.
The scent of magic, the beauty that's been
When love was wilder than the wind.
-Listen To Your Heart, DHT
*^*^The Last Night Chapter Catorce^*^*
"Bella, Belly, Belly Button, Isa, Izzy, Frizzy Izzy, Big Bad B, Belle, Bellarina, Bellalicious..." My hipbone was steadily prodded as a voice continued slandering my name. I groaned and squeezed my eyes tighter together, unwilling to leave the comforting darkness of sleep.
"Ballsy Belly!" I raised one hand and flipped off the general direction of the annoying voice. A booming laugh followed while I cowered, shoving my head tighter to my knees.
I was currently inhabiting the very small and uncomfortable hospital seat perched right near Edward's bed. He hadn't been conscious in three days, due to the major concussion that he had unfortunately received. I had been camped out in his hospital cell, barely leaving for minimal amounts of food and hygiene essentials. Jasper had been camped out with me both days, managing to cheer me up slightly with his chatter and humor, although it was mainly about how hot his girlfriend was. He had been camped out on the double seated and equally uncomfortable chair.
Rose had refused contact with each of us; instead staying at Tanya's house while steadily ignoring Jasper's phone calls. I had no clue as to what her reasoning of hate was for us, but I doubted it resembled anything logical. I was not fazed by Rosalie's lack of communication. As far as I was concerned, she could go fuck herself until she became the Rose whose company was pleasant and loving. Until then, she could go suck it.
"You're not sharing the blankets!" Jasper exclaimed while I moaned and tugged the blankets over my head to sheild my eyes from the flash of light that I assumed was lightning, followed by a roar of thunder.
"B, come on, it's too late for this shit. It's already 7pm and we've been up since 1am. Please just share..." He moaned and whined while I snuggled deeper into the blankets and farther from reality.
"Fine, if I'm going to be up, so are you!" Jasper exclaimed. I felt his chair move but didn't bother questioning it. I was too far gone to even contemplate his words.
Big mistake.
"Mother Fucking Holy Betty White!" I gasped as a huge bucket of ice water was dumped over my head while Jazz cackled, bent over from his ground-breaking guffaws. I glared at him in pure rage, huddled in a fetal position with the soaked blanket dripping around me. My hair was plastered to my skull, as was my shirt to my skin. They were throughly beyond soaked. My knuckles were white from my grip on the wet blanket; it was the only thing that kept me from taking my rage out on Jasper.
"Happy Monday!" Jasper chirped as he caught his breath. One look at my furious expression caused him to kneel over and continue sounding like a dying mule.
"Jasper, please shut the Fuck up before I have to castrate you. I'm currently in the process of dying and you're making the task much harder." A muffled voice came from the bed we had both been watching like hawks until now.
We both slowly turned around, appearing like two children caught by there parents stealing cookies.
Edward's concious form lay in the white bed, his chest rising and falling steadily as the heart moniter kept it's own rhythm. My eyes slowly traveled over his body, assuring myself he was alive. By the time I had managed to reach his face, his mouth held a small satisfied smirk, as he had watched me study his body. He cocked an eyebrow once I met his eyes. His smirk grew astronomically at the mixed expression of my rage at Jasper and elation at his rise from the dead.
"I'm assuming that it was all Jasper?" Edward croaked while we stared in shock at his miraculous recovery.
"You would be assuming correctly." I mumbled, suddenly aware of the fact that I was dripping onto the tiled floor thanks to the asshole next to me.
"Hey, she wouldn't share the blankets!" Jasper enlightened us on his oh-so-brilliant reasoning on why he should pour water on his dearest cousin.
"Um, I'm just gonna run home and change." I glared at Jasper while avoiding Edward's questioning gaze. I was beginning to feel slightly overwhelmed by the amount of relief at his recovery. I didn't want to face the thought that I cared about him already. I needed to keep on doubting him, although I had promised myself not to. I had broken that promise within hours of creating it.
"Hurry back, please?" Edward's tone was soft and pleading as I avoided his eyes. I nodded while Jazz made a joke about slipping out of the window again. I gave him the finger before backing out of the hospital room and breathing a huge breath of stale, chemically improved air.
I walked slowly towards the desk and asked the nurse on-duty how to navigate myself out of the maze-like hospital. She then proceeded to give me instructions in which I thanked her with a grateful smile. I was out and jogging towards the house for the fourth time in as many days. By now, I had the street names and houses memorized.
I used a slower pace, my pale blue Nike track shoes hitting the sidewalk with a familiar thud. The town around me was empty, due to the fact it was currently pouring rain. Not even the hard-core runners marathon athletes had braved a jog in the horrendous weather. I was barely able to see two feet in front of me as lightning lit up the world and thunder shaked the concrete beneath my feet.
I remembered, on nights like this, Apollo and Athena would run into my room, jumping at each sound and flash of light. We'd make forts out of sheets from the linen closet and steal blankets and pillows from all the rooms. On particularly bad nights when the power went out, we'd grab a ton flashlights and tell stories about princesses and pirates.
Even then, my parents had told them never to come in their room once the door was firmly shut. One time, Apollo had dared to disobey him and was screamed and scolded for hours. I hadn't known then that he had just barely missed his mother shoving a needle into her elbow. He had come to me after, sobbing about how he had experienced a horrible dream of them dying and that he had only wanted to reassure himself that they were okay. He was four at the time and I was barely fifteen.
I think that was the first time I had honestly, surely, and completely hated them.
I shook myself out of my daze and realized I was almost to Jasper and Rosalie's house. I grabbed the key from my pocket and sprinted up the driveway and onto the porch. I shoved the key into the keyhole, frantically twisting it in an attempt to open the door. After five minutes of struggling, the door finally gave in. I tumbled into the house, dripping onto the floors.
I then realized how pointless it was to come here. I was coming here to change into dry clothes but I had to jog back in the pouring rain. I sighed and stood there dripping onto the welcome mat as I debated over bringing a set of clothes in a plastic bag to the hospital or not going back at all. Surely Jazz and Edward would understand, right?
"Hello?" Rosalie's voice called out cautiously from the kitchen. I suppressed a groan and decided to definitely go back to the hospital.
"It's Bella," I shouted back as I took off my Nike's and walked barefoot towards the laundry room. Little water footprints on the wood floors followed the pattern of my feet.
I heard timid footsteps over the pounding rain as Rosalie traveled to me. I stiffened as she paused in the doorway. I concentrated on taking off my left shoe and prcrastinating the inevitable awkward conversation.
"Why are you here?" She sneered as she leaned against the doorframe.
I ignored her and grabbed my shoes from the floor and placed them in the dryer as thunder shook the house.
"Eww, you look like a wet dog. Did you walk home?" She questioned me as I adjusted the dryer setting for my shoes. I shrugged in response to her querie and started the dryer. As I attempted to pass by Rose, she grabbed my wrist, hard enough to make me flinch. She didn't realize that she had grabbed the bandaged area until I cried out in agony and looked up at her with tearful eyes.
She dropped my wrist as if it would bite her and stared at me in shock. She mumbled a quick apology and sprinted away. A few moments later I heard the front door slam, along with a muffled curse. I ran up the stairs quickly and grabbed my waterproof back pack and stuffed it with clothing and hygeine products. No way in Hell was I coming back here alone after that incident.
I grabbed the house phone and quickly dialed Jasper to let him know I was on my way as I grabbed a pair of moccasins and put them in my backpack. After reassuring him that I knew the way and that I would be fine, I finally headed out. I shoved my key into my pocket and began running away from the demons that chased me.