Whoa, why am I updating so soon? This is so unlike me…

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BPOV

The day seemed endless and mechanical. I got up. I ate breakfast. I went to yet another therapy session. My parents came to see me. I ate lunch. The nurse gave me a fresh round of painkillers. My vitals were taken again. And then, there was something different.

A uniformed police officer came into my room and told me, rather abruptly and unconcerned, that James death had been ruled as a suicide, and they would no longer need any assistance or information from me.

He left and I stared straight at the wall across from me, feeling dead inside.

I just wanted out. I wanted out of this damn hospital room, out of this stupid hospital gown, and back into the world. Because now it was a world in which James was unable to hurt me. I could be at peace.

Just after four, yet another unexpected guest arrived.

Rosalie Cullen. Edward's blonde, beautiful, perfect, stepsister. I knew the girl hated me; she had practically said it to my face on several occasions and Edward had reluctantly confirmed it for me. And by the way she was staring uncomfortably at me, I knew she wasn't exactly thrilled to be here visiting me. But then she stiffly walked over to the chair beside my hospital bed and gingerly sat down, crossing her legs at the ankles and primly setting her hands on her lap.

"Hi." She said eventually, her voice feminine and mature unlike Alice's musical and childish voice.

"Hi." I answered, not sure of what to do. I felt unbelievably awkward.

Rosalie glanced down at her hands, and then back up at me. "Hey, Bella?"

"Yeah…?" I answered, my voice hoarse.

"I'm really sorry." Rosalie whispered, and I gaped at her, taken aback. "I've been acting like such a giant bitch to you, and you don't deserve that." She paused, her perfectly manicured eyebrows scrunched together. "But in my defense…I'm kind of always a bitch. I'm sure Edward has told you."

I laughed quietly and Rosalie actually cracked a small smile. "But honestly…I don't know why I'm like this. In all reality, I have everything I could ever want. I have a great family, good grades, a perfect boyfriend…but do you know what I don't have?" She asked in a quiet voice, leaning forward slightly and looking me straight in the eye.

"No." I said softly, my voice still very rough and scratchy. "What?"

Rosalie sighed heavily and played with the ends of her hair uneasily. "I don't have any friends." She whispered, his eyes cloudy and dark. "I've stabbed too many people in the back, flirted with or seduced too many girls' boyfriends, and just been terrible to people that used to be my friends.

"You have Edward and Alice." I pointed out, and Rosalie scoffed.

"Alice is a social butterfly; she already has a huge group of friends. And Edward...I've really been terrible to him. I slept with the majority of his friends, ratted him out to our parents, and given him a load of crap about you."

"Me." I said, my voice hard and cold. It was a statement, not a question.

"Yeah." Rosalie muttered, her cheeks flushed bright red. "I told him that he shouldn't be with you, and that you were too messed up."

That really hurt. Hearing that a girl I didn't even know had put me down like that to my boyfriend, her brother, was painful. What, she didn't think that I loved Edward? Or did she doubt that he could love me?

"But I know that he loves you, and that you love him." Rosalie said, her red lips tightly pursed. "And I know that you're not some kind of freak. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for being so rude and for judging you." She said quickly, the words flying out of her mouth. "Can…can you ever consider forgiving me? I mean, I've fucked up so much, and-"

"It's fine, Rosalie." I said, cutting her off. "I forgive you." I said simply, shrugging my shoulders as I did so. Rosalie's mouth dropped open, and she stared at me, apparently stunned.

"Seriously?" She asked bluntly, raising her eyebrows at me in disbelief. "After all I did, you can forgive me?"

I hesitated, not sure how to phrase things. "Edward is your brother, and he loves you." I finally said, glancing at Rosalie. "And I think I can give you second chance, if you're willing to give me one."

Rosalie broke out into a smile and she gently took my hand. "Thank you, Bella. That means so much to me. And maybe we could even be friends. You know…if that's okay with you." She said, and I smiled happily.

"That would be really nice. I would like that." I murmured sincerely. "After all, I don't have any friends either."

She laughed quietly, and squeezed my hand once before releasing it. "So, can I stay for awhile? We could talk, if you want."

I nodded eagerly and Rosalie smiled widely, pulling her chair a little closer to my bed. "How have you been?" She asked, diving right in.

"Okay." I shrugged, taking a deep breath. "Things have been so…messed up these past few months. I just want all this stupid crap to be over, and I want my life to be normal again. I mean, everything seems so much better now that I have Edward, and I think things between us could be really good."

"Wow." Rosalie said. "You've got it bad, girl." She laughed, and I blushed, embarrassed. "Oh, don't worry. Edward's got it bad too. I've never seen him so head over heels for anyone. I mean, seeing you two together…it's what made me realize that I loved Emmet, and I wanted to do more than screw around with him."

This time, I raised my eyebrows, and Rosalie rolled her eyes. "I wasn't in love with Emmet when we started..you know…fucking around, not even close. But then I started feeling something different, and it scared the hell out of me. I didn't realize what it was until Edward sat down and talked to me, and then I realized that I feel the same way about Emmet as Edward does for you. And trust me, Bella, he is absolutely crazy about you, no questions asked."

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So freaking tired. I need a happy meal and more than six consecutive hours of sleep.

Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie