Chapter seven: the who
Edward stared at me for a minute like I had just been talking utter nonsense, I had died I knew this for certain. The water was so cold anyone who jumped in would have gone into shock and then the crashing of the waves from the storm, who could have come up from them got their breath. No-one that's the answer.
"Edward I am not crazy" the silence was lasting too long, he just kept watching me, trying to figure out how to not imply that I was deranged.
"It's not that I think you are crazy, I don't." he stumbled over his words "I can't remember how I would have gotten you out but I did I gave you CPR I called 911" He spoke as if he was trying to convince himself of what he was saying.
"The big man wants you here" I whisper as my memory comes into focus, Edward looks at me for long moment.
"Its 7:00 I need to go home" he states pulling his T-shirt over his head, somehow his hair manages to still look perfectly messy in the morning.
He is leaving me; I can't say I blame him I sound crazy. I died, the big man like this is some kind of scary movie. I just nodded not really sure what I was meant to say if I'm honest. I have a plan I will figure this out. Edward makes his way to the door, I don't move. His face has a darkened shadow of concern wash over it.
"Bella." He whispered in such a low tone I hardly heard him "I'm sorry" and then he was gone. He was sorry? What was he sorry for? I lay for a while longer, it's Monday I should be getting ready for school but I'm bed rest for the rest of the week. This gives me plenty of time to go back to where it all began.
Once my mother was into her first bottle of wine (she really did have a problem that I should be more concerned about) I grabbed my coat and made way into the woods. Something about this familiar act that used to bring me comfort sends shivers down my spine, I feel that I am not alone here. I died I know it, I'm not meant to be here. Finally I'm in the opening, the fresh sea air hits me like freight train. That day I stood at the edge and wondered what it would have been like to jump and escape, I remember falling hitting the water. My entire body frozen almost instantly. I remember finally coming up for air. I remember after one large gasp being hit by a wave and unable to find the right way up. My lungs began to fill with sea water, I remember the darkness washing over me like a kind of warm blanket and it's welcoming heat probing me to come in deeper. I remember the deeper I let it envelope me the hotter it became until I was burning. I remember a cold hand clutching at my wrist pulling me away from the burning heat I couldn't make out features but I swear it was an angel.
Was Edward an angel. It was as though I had thought this out loud because a menacing chuckled came from behind me. Spinning abruptly, I saw my own reflection, but not me a darker version of me I did not feel safe.
"An angel would not bargain with someone else life" She smiled at me like she knew a secret I did not know. Was she talking about Edward? "You think he is so pure and angelic?" could she hear what I was thinking? "Ask him about Kate. I dare you" her smile became more and more wicked, "He feels he has this connection with you, but what about her is he willing to do for you what he did for her" She slowly disappears into the tree line, thunder claps over top, the faint flash of lightning in the distance lights up the darkened sky. Jessica. Who is Kate? One thing I knew was I needed to see Edward right now.
I finally reach my house the rain was pouring so hard I was drenched the sides of my face and neck had dirty brown streaks from where I hadn't properly rinsed the hair dye out. I looked as though I had been playing in the mud.
After I shower I pull up Edwards facebook page I can finally see him now. I hover over the message button when I spot it, it was a link to a memorial page. In loving memory of Kate Denale, gone but never forgotten below was a picture of a girl who looked similar to me, the same brown eyes, the same smile if not more perfect. Below that was a list of comments, mainly R.I.P or what a waste of a beautiful soul type of comments. Then I saw them the how could Edward survive this loss, they were perfect together would have gotten married right out of school and condolences to the boyfriend of the girl who had passed. The girl who had passed less than a month ago.
Edward had a girlfriend, she died and he spent the night with me begging me not to leave him? I had told me to ask about her and I had said and Angel would not bargain with someone else life. What did this all mean?