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It's been two weeks, and there has been no change whatsoever. Bella's condition didn't deteriorate, but it didn't get better either.
I didn't know what to expect, so I didn't keep my expectations high. I knew that there was a high chance Bella would die, which is why I already planned my death. The easiest way was to ask the werewolves to kill me; they would be thrilled to slaughter me, but I didn't want my death to be at a mangy dog.
The Volturi would be my escape and my reunion with Bella. I would go to the Volturi when Bella's heart stops beating.
But I hoped that Bella wouldn't die. I hoped that she would make a full recovery. My hope was strong, but there was doubt in it. There was a small part of me that believed that Bella was doomed. As much as I wanted to completely believe that Bella was going to be completely okay, I couldn't. And for that I felt disgusted at myself.
But it is out of my hands, whether or not Bella makes a full recovery. When I thought of that the pain in my chest swelled, making me double over and gasp.
Pain was my now my constant companion. Pain was with me every time I thought of Bella and how sick she was. Pain will always be with me, until Bella and I were finally together again.
News of Bella in coma spread fast through the small town. Many people visited, and I was always careful to just stay out of view when they did. I didn't think it was a good idea to let them see how I haven't aged at all, and I wasn't going to make another mistake again.
Angela Weber came with her husband Ben Cheney. They brought flowers and all sorts of "get well soon" gifts. Angela even cried over Bella in Ben's arms.
That stung my heart. I could not show my grief like that; I could not cry tears. I could not weep over my Bella.
Mike Newton also came with Jessica, Tyler, and Lauren. They also showed their respect and brought gifts. Even Lauren shed a tear.
But then they would leave, shaking their heads sympathetically with tears running down their faces. It was obvious that they thought Bella was a goner. I knew that even without reading their minds.
I felt a surge of anger. No one believed in my Bella. No one believed that she was strong enough when she was in depression, and now no one believed she would overcome this. I didn't understand. How can people be so unreasonable? How can people be so unoptimistic?
Then I felt guilt and shame. I also felt that same hopelessness, those same doubts. It was a small part of me, but nevertheless, I still believed that. My guilt and shame overwhelmed everything else, temporarily.
It was another day, another day of Bella's coma. There was still no change. I sat by Bella's bed once more, my hand over hers. Her steady breathing accompanied by the beeping of the machine was music to my ears.
It meant that Bella was still here with me.
My heart throbbed with pain again. I clutched it once more, the pain gave me icy clarity, and for a moment I was able to focus. And then I smelled it, the scent repulsive to my nose. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, trying not to retch.
It was a werewolf, and not just any werewolf.
This werewolf was in love with Bella.
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The door opened slowly, warily… cautiously. I knew that he realized that his mortal enemy was next to his love. He could smell me a mile away.
He was like a lovesick puppy. His thoughts were all centered around saving Bella from the evil bloodsucker, and then kissing her. I laughed without any feeling. This werewolf didn't know anything.
Finally the dog stepped into the room, his nose was scrunched up. In his hands was a bouquet of roses. His eyes bugged when he saw Bella laying there, unconscious, and me next to her.
"You leech!" He screeched. What did you do to her? Why is she like this? What the hell!
The memories flashed through the dog's head, memories of Bella and him on the beach. I saw Bella walking with him on the beach. She looked so happy, and I felt a twinge of discomfort. Was it jealousy?
"You didn't hear?" I replied, coolly. It seemed like he doesn't know that Bella was in a coma. I would've thought that all of Forks including La Push knew about it by now, I guess it was wrong.
Why didn't Sam tell me? Why didn't Billy tell me? How the hell could they have kept it a secret?
"They didn't tell you because they didn't want to hurt you. It's obvious, really." I replied back. How dim he was. It was easy to keep secrets, all you needed to do was to not talk about it and the other person would never know, unless that other person was me.
His hands were in fists and he was shaking violently. He was dangerous. My eyes quickly scanned the distance between Bella and the door. If I was quick enough, then I just might be able to get Bella out of here without harming her.
The dog, as if sensing what I was about to do, stepped in front of the door, blocking it completely with his large frame. Damn… If he doesn't keep himself under control then Bella might get hurt.
"Calm down. There is nothing happening here." I tried to sound soothing and calming. I needed to protect Bella.
The dog flinched at the sound of my voice and shook even harder. Then at last the trembling ceased, except for his hands. He took two deep breaths and the trembling ceased completely, however his expression was still tense. I breathed in a sigh of relief. Bella was safe, for now.
He was walking toward Bella now, his free hand outstretched toward Bella's face. I growled and moved quickly.
In a flash I was in front of the dog, protecting Bella from his hand. I saw the surprise and anger in his face.
"What did you do to her?" He whispered the rage apparent in his voice.
She was depressed the last time I saw her, and now she's in a coma. What the hell? How did the leech do this to her?
I winced, because I knew that was true. I brought her to Carlisle too late, and now she was in a coma. The dog got that fact right.
He suddenly whipped his head in my direction, his face contorted into one of absolute hatred.
"You leech! You destroyed her!" He paused; his hatred was now lined with rage.
"I'm going to kill you." He finished, his voice louder than usual from his emotions.
I stared at him, unblinking. My face was as cold as ice, but inside I was melting in my guilt. He was right. I did destroy her. I left her, she lost herself. I arrived there too late, she almost died.
"I did nothing to her, you dog." My face was still hard, but my voice wavered. The dog was right… He was right…
He wasn't listening to me. "I knew that we never should've trusted you bloodsuckers! All of you are disgusting revolting parasites! You couldn't resist could you? You had to have a taste of her blood-!"
My temper got the better of me. How dare he insult my family like that? How dare he accuse me of doing something like that to Bella? I interrupted him.
"If you should slow down and think about it for a moment dog, then you would realize that there was no way I, or any of my kind would have done this to Bella.
"If I bit her, then why is she not changed yet? Why is she in a coma? Did you ever think about that? There is no way I would ever violate Bella like that. You hear that you repulsive mongrel?"
I was fuming. This werewolf deserved to be killed. I clenched my teeth, they snapped together in an audible sound.
No, I will not kill the werewolf. I will keep myself under control and I will not dishonor Carlisle.
The werewolf froze, stunned at my outburst. His shocked expression was immediately replaced by a sneer.
"Oh yeah, leech? Well then how did Bella get like this, if you didn't do anything to her?"
The stupid delusional wolf still thinks that Bella would wake up and run into his arms. Unbelievable.
I sighed. "You really want to know?"
His eyes narrowed and nodded.
The memories of that night flooded into my mind. The pain began again, but I fought against the urge to show any of it. I was not going to look weak in front of this werewolf.
"It was the night her birthday. When I got to her room, it was too late. She was already dying, the knife in her hands. She tried to commit suicide."
The dog froze at the word. For a moment his breath stopped, then his face resumed that same sneering indifference. He nodded to let me go on.
"She wasn't breathing and her heart was stopping. She was going into shock, and then her heart stopped completely. I tried to revive her, but the CPR wouldn't work. I brought her to Carlisle, and it took all of him to save her. But I was too late."
The pain was obvious in my voice. I could no longer stop the urge and I squeezed my heart. The pain dulled slightly, and resumed again.
"When she fell off the bed she landed head first. It gave her enough brain damage to force her into a coma." I swallowed.
"I was too late."
The werewolf was no longer sneering. His face was twisted into one of pain too. He reached one hand and gently stroked Bella's hair. I flinched.
"You really love her, don't you?" He whispered; his eyes on Bella.
I nodded. Of course I loved her. I loved her as much as the sky is blue. My love wouldn't even compare to the whole galaxy. I would do anything to switch places with her, so I was the one in coma and she was well.
"If Sam only told me sooner, then I would've there for you, Bella." He gently rested his hand on Bella's other hand. Immediately my lip curled and I growled a warning growl. The dog's actions were just a bit too passionate for me to be comfortable.
He just smirked, enjoying my discomfort, then he turned to me once again, his dark eyes surprisingly indifferent and cold.
"Remember the treaty, leech." He said. "You bite her, you die."
He walked away, the bouquet of roses on the floor. The flower reminded me of the color of Bella's lips, full and luscious. Now they were sickly looking and pale.
"Bella will turn to me in the end. She loves me too, she just doesn't know it." Those were his last parting words, and with that the werewolf was gone.
The words brought a sense of unsettlement to me. I recognized it as fear.
I thought of Bella in his arms. I thought of Bella kissing his lips.
Will that happen? I tried to convince myself that Bella loved me, but…
I remembered the memory of her walking on the beach with the dog; she looked so happy.
That's when I knew there was a chance, however small, that the dog's fantasies just might happen.