Chapter 2

Bella's Pov

I don't know how long I was lying in that forest before help came, but it was certainly a long time. At this point my body was cold as the earth beneath me, my muscles stiff. Everything in my body ached.

"Bella, Bella? Answer me Bella." Shouted an unknown voice. My ears tingled at the sound of the friendly but constantly frantic voice. I managed to realize it was a young male's voice. My voice trembled as I spoke his name,

"Edward, is that you?" The young man stopped talking franticly, and gave in to my elusive state of consciousness. I asked again, but the man ignored me. I then began to move, first up, and then in a messed up bridal carry forwards. What seemed like an eternity of silence, a voice came through;

"Thank you, Sam." For a second I swear I thought it was Charlie's voice. Then it hit me, I had been carried out of the forest, the blue flashing lights, getting into the house. Days after I was getting check ups from various doctors and nurses, but with each one I wished Carlisle would be the one looking after me. But in the end, it's a twisted wish, tangled up in the veils of reality.

A few months later;

Each month is the same now. Nothing satisfies me anymore. I cannot feel love, excitement or contempt for others. This is because of the one who gave me these emotions, disappeared. I can only feel pain. My daily routine consisted of, wake up, showering, having breakfast canned soup or toast, then drive to school. After completing school I drive home alone. I go into my house, run upstairs and do my homework. I email Alice, but I know the result will be the same. I email her but she never reply's, why do I bother. I then email my Renee about the day and other things. I then go downstairs and make dinner for Charlie and me. I then go back upstairs and do the laundry. When Charlie gets back, I heat up dinner and eat with him. I go upstairs and shower, brush teeth and get into bed. Its only there my true pain comes spilling out. I instantly swarmed into nightmares about humans, werewolves and the Cullen's. Each night the same dream, trying to tear me apart and swallowing me whole. I wake up screaming around one every morning, and in the process I wake up Charlie. I go downstairs and get a glass of water to calm down. Then I head upstairs and try to sleep again. It the same routine every day.

Charlie doesn't bother bugging or messing with my routine anymore, but in the end it stresses him out. It worry's him deeply. It's unfair for him to suffer with me. The months pass without my knowledge, and my nineteenth birthday creeps upon me. At this point in time, I had graduated ahead of my peers and was moping around at home. Charlie had a consistent eye on me, to see if I would make an improvement. Or the latter. If I need to be hospitalized. He went out the room for a moment, I thought he was making his way to work. An hour later Charlie slowly makes his way up the stairs, and into my room. It was there, he presented me with gifts. I don't deserve them, I shouldn't have them, and he should know that I hate surprises by now. He looked at me then, and shuffled uncomfortably under my glare.

As I looked upon the presents, I felt slightly humbled. There was a small parcel from Charlie and Renee, and then there was a crimson colored envelope. It had the most beautiful calligraphy that I had ever seen written on it. I chuckled lightly, Charlie was shocked, because usually I would really hate my birthday. It's funny though, I didn't think this birthday was going to be any different. Just that you get older, and I hated to age. I wanted to be as perfect as him.

Let's not ruin this, let's not think of his name. It still hurt, the hole inside my chest. But in the end you eventually start to move on. My way of moving on was this little red envelope and the content of it. Charlie didn't wait for me to open the presents. He simply kissed me on the forehead and went to work. It was then the damage was done. I hadn't completely got over him. He had caused me a great deal of pain, I had scars everywhere that I could cover with a shirt and a pair of jeans. Charlie has never seen the extent of the injuries. I want to keep it that way, he is not going to be bought down by any more of your foolishness BELLA! I used whatever I could get my hands on to numb the pain. I had become an expert at this now. Letting myself go thin and frail, with wounds all over my body that hurt like my chest.

After I had finished up with my activity of taking skin off flesh repeatedly I grabbed the old tea towel from my draw and wipe the blood from my legs, ribs and arms. I put the towel in the wash and go for a shower. It was going to be a while before I move on isn't it. A part of me wanted to move on, but the majority was clinging to him. I mean he would never want me now, the broken Bella with a bulimia problem, a mind that contorts her body to continuously look fat in her mind. The mind that also plays the same dream over and over, reaping her sanity and clawing and peeling her skin away into nothingness.

The only thing that was keeping her sane was Charlie and that new little envelope. That was it. She made her way to the bedroom, and went to her closet. She changed into the same type of clothes as always. She never chose anything to revealing, otherwise Charlie would have noticed the red marks and scars. We don't want that do we? I walked to my desk, lying there was the small envelope. I proceeded to pick it up and sit in my desk chair. I contemplated opening it, and I really did try to resist. But I have no resistance or strength for that anymore. I picked up some scissors and proceeded to open the envelope, going carefully around the triangular pocket. What was written on the page was, "Come to the Volturi".