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*Emmett and Jasper poor batter into bowl*
Jasper: It's not enough. Pour more.
*Emmett pours more*
Jasper: Strange. It's like a mysterious bottom-less bowl.
Me: Um.…that's a colander.
Motto: Don't let vampires cook….unless you want a mess. And I don't own Twilight.
Chapter 13: News
"I changed direction when you chose not to die. You chose to reach out towards Edward's pleading voice. But, if you go to sleep, you will die."
Bella's POV:
Realization crossed my mind, and I sat up. I took in a deep breath, and suddenly, I was awake. I was back in my own body. Talk about...weird...
My eyes were still closed and I had yet to stir. I tried to move my arms, open my eyes, nothing. I felt like I was in my body but I couldn't feel my body. I heard tears and murmurs from next to me, a pained voice yearning. I wanted so much to reach out and comfort that voice. That velvet-like voice.
My eyes opened slowly. I looked around, and I was in a hospital room. The annoying beeping noise was next to me again. I saw Edward's head against the side of my bed, staring at the ground. He couldn't see me. I couldn't find my voice to talk. Ughh! This beeping was really getting to me....
Edward's POV:
I couldn't believe it. Not again. I couldn't lose her. I loved her too much, she was my life.
And then her heart monitor gave way to an endless beep.
No. I snapped my head up, and she sat there, holding up the pulse measurer. She was alive!
"This thing was getting to me." She said as she discarded the band. My mouth was open, still in shock, and happiness welled inside of me. I couldn't find my voice to speak.
Bella's POV:
"What? Do I look that bad?" I asked, looking over my body. I had bandages on my arms, but that was all that I could see. Although every inch of my body felt like it was being held down my millions of weights, and was sore.
"Bella!" he yelled in happiness. I tried to smile, but it hurt. "I thought I lost you." He said, sadly.
"I would never leave you." I said, smiling. He looked up at me from behind his lashes, and I was dazed for a second. Suddenly he leaned over and attacked my lips with his own. Sadly, I groaned as pain etched through my body, and he quickly pulled away.
"I'm so sorry...I shouldn't have—"
"Stop it." I said, rolling my eyes. Then I returned my gaze to my bandaged arms, and a flashback of the flames filled my mind. "What are the damages?" I mumbled. He sighed.
"You have bruises on your face from falling down the stairs, they had to re-stitch your knee, and you have burns on your arms. You have multiple bruises on your body as well. You were out from the smoke in your lungs—"
"How long was I out?"
"3 days." He said, and I groaned. Crap. "Bella....was anyone there with you?" he asked, his tone turning to extreme serious.
"Umm....what do you mean?" I said, and he sighed.
"They are considering it arson." He said, and I gasped. His teeth were clenched. "Another person is missing." I was in total shock. I couldn't even move, let alone say anything.
"Wh-who?" I finally managed to choke out. His face turned sad, and he didn't make eyes contact.
"Angela." He whispered. I instantly felt the stinging run through my nose and eyes, and tears build up. The tears fell, and I couldn't seem to process what he had just said.
"Wh-what?" I choked out, and he looked up at me with sorrow.
"I'm sorry, Bella."
"N-no. No! NO! Angela—no!" I said, and broke down into sobs. He pulled me into his arms, and I ignored the pain that radiated through my body at the movement.
"Shhh." He told me. "Was anyone there?" he repeated his earlier question.
"I-I don't know. I think. I heard a noise in the locker room, and I went to check it out, and when I walked back, my clothes were gone." I said, and he stiffened.
"Bella, I don't want you alone, anywhere. Always stick with someone, please." He said, and I eyed him suspiciously.
"Edward, what are you not telling me?" I said, and he pinched the bridge of his nose in stress.
"They found Tyler Crowley's body. He was murdered."
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