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Sorry this is such a sad chapter. It will get happier, I promise!
Tuesday. Tuesday. Tuesday. It felt like my heart was beating to that word! I get to tell Bella that I was finally leaving this horrid prison. I imagined her reaction over and over in my head. She will first stare at me in disbelief. I would then insure her that I will indeed be leaving this place in two weeks. Her eyes will grow wide and a huge smile would explode on her face. She would attack me and jump on me in a great hug. She will laugh, her voice breaking as would begin to cry. I would cry with her and I would hold her in my arms for the rest of the time she was there.
The only problem is, she just needs to get here.
I stood in the kitchen with Emmet and Jasper just like last week, glancing impatiently at the clock. I tried to loosen up and not be bother by the fact she was THREE HOURS LATER than usual. I shouldn't worry. I won't worry. Not one bit. I furrowed my eyebrows in concentration as I attempted to make the best pita bread the world has ever seen.
This was really difficult, actually. The dough was incredibly sticky and stuck to anything it could. I pulled off all the dough I could from my fingers when a huge glob of dough hit my straight on my head and a booming voice laughed endlessly.
"EMMET!" I yelled. He then proceeded to fall on the floor in laughter.
"Ha ha ha! You were…ha ha…so concentrated…on getting all of the dough off! And now..ha ha…it's all over your head! Ha!" His laughter was cut off by a glob of dough being thrown into his face and Jasper looking much too guilty.
I laughed and crushed the dough I was working on and threw that at Emmet as well. It landed precisely on his mouth, making him unable to yell or even talk! All we heard was a muffled yell and he peeled it off his face and glanced mischievously at us.
I grabbed a pan for protection, knowing full well what is going to happen next. Jasper hid behind a package of dough wrapped in newspaper we received on Sunday.
Emmet yelled a war cry and grabbed all the dough he possibly could into his arms and threw it aimlessly all over the kitchen. "Gahh! Beware of the wrath of Sir Emmet!" He flung more dough at us desperately.
Guards came rushing in to try to handle Emmet's outburst. They stood at the door astonished at the scene. Emmet, a huge, scary looking guy, flinging harmless, sticky dough at his two best friends who were cringing behind boxes and pans in corners. Pretty soon, the guards were on the ground laughing as well as Jasper and I. Emmet stood in the middle of the room, furious that we weren't taking him seriously.
Ten minutes and a lecture later, we were back in the kitchen, scrubbing the kitchen free of dough. Guilty smiles covered our faces as well as attempts to cover our spontaneous giggles. I grabbed the package Jasper was hiding behind before and peeled off the dough. My eye caught the headline and my breathing stopped completely.
YOUNG WOMAN DEAD FROM PALESTINIAN UPBURSTS
I shook my head, knowing full well that Bella promised she wouldn't hurt herself. She's just running late today. But I glanced at the clock and realized that Bella was close to four hours late. She was never this late before. Panic settled back into my stomach and I uneasily read the newspaper article attached to the package.
A young woman of the age of 21 died today from a Palestinian uproar in Jerusalem Friday evening. The Palestinian rebels grabbed the woman from the street, mistaking her for a Hebrew rebel, and she was beaten on the spot. The rebels were immediately arrested and brought to the Jerusalem Prison for further questioning. The woman was brought to the hospital soon after and was under Special Care until she died. It turned out that she was actually was an American from Arizona living in Palestine for the time being. The young woman's name was Isabella Marie Swan and she luckily had her passport on her. Her parents have been contacted; however, they will get her body back after it has been cremated since the wounds that were inflicted on her body were beyond repair for a proper burial. The rebels, on the other hand have been…
My body was too much in shock to register what I just read. It said that my Bella, was, dead?
Of course she wasn't dead. Why is this paper lying to me? Why did they even print this? Bella will show up here and I would show her the paper and we would laugh together before I would tell her the news and we would be happy! Right?
She's not gone. She really can't be. She promised.
She promised. I thought over and over again in my head. The paper I held in my hands was now on the floor. When did I drop it? Why is it so cold? It's the freaking Middle East! It's never cold here!
I was barely aware of someone calling my name. Was that my name? "Edward!" There it was again. That name being called. Someone should answer to it. It's just plain rude to ignore it.
A pair of warm hands grabbed me up. Since when was I lying on the ground? A face was in front of me, but I didn't recognize it. It was just a face. People started to swarm around me. What's going on? I heard that same name repeated over and over again, but it was a far distance away. I felt my arms being pulled away from where I was and I fell to the floor. Why aren't my feet working? I was pulled to my feet again and was hoisted off the ground and carried into the sunlight. I flinched from the brightness and tried to shield my eyes from the harmful sun, but my hands were kept tight to my body. I felt the comfort of the shade again and lied down on the only bed that had a mattress in my prison cell.
My heart was beating unnaturally fast. I shouldn't be lying down! Bella will be here soon!
Yet I drifted into sleep.
Two days later- Thursday
Voices. So many voices surrounded me.
"He's not going to make it. His body's in such a shock that his body shut down for a few moments and threw off his system."
"Poor Eddie. I wish there was a way I could help."
"There has to be something we can do for him!"
"Baruch atah Adonai…"
I wanted to open my eyes and resurface, but the fog was too thick. My body wasn't under my command. I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I physically couldn't.
So I drifted back further into the water. I didn't want to try so hard to go back to the nightmare that is my reality. I fell back into sleep.
Friday
It felt like seconds later, a cold hand ran its fingers through my hair. I shivered at its touch. It brought its cold lips to my forehead and kissed it. I opened my eyes and saw an angel without wings. Where were its wings? Such a beautiful angel like this deserves to have wings!
The angel grew frightened that I saw her, but she quickly hid it and smiled sweetly at me. I licked my lips and tried to clear my throat, wanting to speak to her. She shook her head and pressed her small finger over my lips. I kissed it. She smiled again, exposing her teeth this time.
A true smile. So beautiful.
She kissed my lips softly and it shocked my lips. My lips tingled even after she pulled away. She caressed my cheek with sorrow and vanished.
One Week Later
I have been awake for three days. But I feel like I have not been alive for weeks. I only feel this pain, nagging at my heart, shooting raw stings throughout my body. I cannot move. If I move, I become dizzy and my head pounds. I am lifeless.
Jasper is sitting on my bed, holding my hands and rubbing it. This was unusual behavior for him, but he understands that I need help.
It's so hard to speak. My throat is so dry and sore and whenever I open my mouth, sobs come out instead of words. But I need to ask. I need to. "Bella. Is she…is it true?"
I didn't need words to answer my question. The pained look on his face was confirmation enough.
My world fell to pieces. I could barely hold on to reality. It kept slipping through my fingers. I sobbed dryly, my body unable to produce tears anymore.
I heard him get up and leave, understanding I need to be alone.
Sobs wracked through my body, causing me such pain I have never known before. So much pain was kept in my body, in my heart. I have to let it out. I can't keep it in anymore!
I groped around, looking for something. Anything!
Glass met my searching fingers. Exactly what I need.
I squeezed the sharp glass, gasping with relief as true physical pain escaped from my body.
She's gone. She's not coming back, Edward.
I frowned at the thought. Pure pain flashed through my entire body as realization finally kicked in.
She's DEAD! You will NEVER see her again! Marriage? Never. Love? Never. Your Bella is forever gone from you.
I screamed out loud at my thoughts. I don't want to think anymore! I never want to think again! I desperately stabbed my wrists with the glass over and over again. I rolled onto the floor, drenched in my own blood. My Bella. My sweet, innocent Bella. Gone.
I barely felt any sting from the glass. I couldn't feel anything. My body shivered from the imaginary cold. I saw my sweet Bella standing before me in open arms, smiling at me. I wanted to embrace her, but I knew that she's not here. She never will be again.
Blood flowed fast and faster.
I feel so tired.
So weak.
I smiled. Everything was numb and pretend.
This was the end.
Maybe I could be with my angel now.
THIS. IS. NOT. THE. END.
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