THIRTY-FOUR
Saturday evening
(Two weeks later)
Shot.
Shot.
The liquid burns her throat, but she keeps drinking.
James offers her a line of something.
She does it, barely thinking about the consequences.
The room spins.
She can't remember how much she has had to drink.
Her mouth is sour.
Her eyes are sore.
Edward.
Black.
Silence.
"Bella?"
"Bella?"
"Come on, Bells, please wake up."
"Please…don't leave me."
Oh god, I'm back with a short but intense one :( what is poor Bella doing to herself?!
My posts might carry on being slightly slow because of uniwork/I am a bit sick atm
See you at the next update! x