The Desire Box
Chapter 2: Who Are You?
Bella shivered under her covers as thunder cracked overhead. She hugged her pillow closer, trying not to cry. The nightlight illuminated the corner of her room, but that small excuse for light did not help Bella at all. Lightning blinked outside the window, causing Bella to jump and fall out of bed. She made a grab for the nightstand, but cut her hand on the sharp corner. A low growl escaped her throat as she collided with the floor. Her head still ached from hitting her head on the desk in class earlier, but now her shoulder hurt and her hand was bleeding. With every beat her heart pumped, her shoulder throbbed in pain and her hand continued to ooze blood. She swore under her breath and shakily stood up, grasping the nightstand for support. Another flash of lightning shone through the window and the nightlight flickered off. Bella's sigh echoed through the dark room. Great, she thought. The powers off. Just perfect. She traced the wall, found a door opening, and hurried through it, only to collide with the back of the closet.
"Okay," she murmured to herself, rubbing her red nose. "That was not the way out of my room."
The room was illuminated by lightning for a split second and she saw the box sitting on her bed.
"How in the world did that get there?" she exclaimed. She stumbled out of her room to the utility closet down the hall from her room. She grabbed a flashlight and light caressed the room. She walked back to her room and looked at the box on her bed; it hadn't moved an inch. She picked it up and it opened. The box fit in the palm of her hand. "All you 'ave to do is put a drop of your blood into zeh box and lock it vith zese key." Madam Sulleman's words rang through Bella's head. Should I? Bella thought. Bella placed the flashlight on the nightstand pointing up so the room was showered with light. The box sat in Bella's hand, opened slightly. She opened the box all the way and placed it on the nightstand next to the flashlight. She pinched her cut, wincing, and waited for a drop of blood to fall in to the box. Once it fell in, she closed the box and grabbed the key out of a drawer in the nightstand, locking the Desire Box.
Bella sighed, sitting on the bed dabbing her hand with a cloth. I can't believe I just did that! Like I'm supposed to believe that my deepest desire with come true. This is ridiculous! Bella fell back on her bed and closed her heavy eyelids. The storm had blown over. She could here the thunder crack in the distance. Maybe she would have a peaceful sleep after all.
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Rays from the sun shone in through the light blue curtains in Bella's room. The aroma of breakfast wafted in to her bedroom from the kitchen. The smell of freshly cooked eggs, crispy bacon, and crunchy tatter tots reached her nostrils. Wait! Breakfast? Bella sat up quickly, put on her extra, unbroken pair of glasses, and blinked a few times as the bright morning sun burned her eyes.
"Morning Sunshine!"
"Huh?" Bella looked at the edge of her bed and saw a boy, but not any boy, the boy from her daydream. "Wh-who are you? What are you doing in my house? How did you get here?" Bella was getting hysterical.
The boy chuckled. "I'm Edward, silly. I'm here to be with you!" Edward stopped to think. His face scrunched up in thought. "Hm, I really don't know how I got here." His features relaxed into a smile. "But who cares! I'm here with you!"
"What? I care! How do I know that you aren't some kind of pedophile or something?" Bella said looking at him. "But you don't look like one…"
"I'm here to spend time with you!"
"Ah, pervert! Get out before I call the cops!" Bella yelled, jumping out of bed and running over to her closet, pulling out the hardest thing she could find. Gripping an umbrella tightly, she advanced on him.
"What are you going to with that umbrella?" Edward asked, looking innocent with his handsome face.
"I'm going to beat you senseless with it!" Bella said confidently, pushing a button on the umbrella making it grow longer with a small click.
Edward laughed nervously. "Oh, Bella dear, you wouldn't do that to hurt poor little ol' me, now would you?"
"Of course I would! You stalker person!" Bella yelled swinging the umbrella at Edward. He ducked out of the way and ran out of her room and down the stairs.
"Bella! Can't we work this out?" Edward said over his shoulder.
"No! Now stay still so I could hit you!"
"Uh, I'd rather not."
Bella growled and chucked the umbrella at Edward, hitting him square in the back of the head. Edward fell to his knees and clutched the back of his head.
"Owie! That hurt really, really bad!"
"Idiot," Bella mumbled, picking up the umbrella.
"Why did you do that?" Edward asked standing up.
"You deserved it!"
"How? I didn't even touch you!"
"You broke into my house, you freaking jerk!" Bella accused.
"No I didn't. I woke up on your couch," Edward said.
"Really?"
"Really really." Edward smiled. He looked around the house. "You have a nice house. Very clean," he commented.
"Uh, thanks," Bella said walking into the kitchen. Edward followed behind her.
"Lookie! I made you breakfast!" Edward said happily, jumping like a little boy.
"How do I know you didn't poison it?" she said giving him an accusing glare.
Edward stopped and looked thoughtful. "Um. Here let me taste it to show you!" Edward took a big spoonful of eggs and shoved it into his mouth. "Mmm, tasty!"
"I'm not eating it," Bella said turning her nose up to it.
"What? Why?"
"You just put your dirty spoon in it. Yuck!"
Bella watched as Edward's face fell. "Oh, I'm sorry." Bella and looked at each other for a moment. Edward broke the silence. "Can I feed you?"
"How about no."
"Awe. Pretty please? With sugar on top?"
"I said 'no' and no means no!"
Edward looked down; sadness covering his perfectly sculpted face.
Bella couldn't stand it, seeing such a handsome face look so sad. She growled to herself. "Give me a dang spoon!"
Edward's face lit up in a second. With a quick, flawless movement, he grabbed a spoon and handed it to Bella. "Here!"
"Uh, thank you," she said, awkwardly. Edward clapped happily. "Mm, these are good."
"Why thank you!" Edward said, bowing.
"So how do you know my name?" Bella asked.
"I don't know. I just do."
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen, I think."
"You think?"
"Yeah, I can't recall. The only things I remember is your name and face; that's it. Odd, I know."
"Oh," Bella mumbled. She looked at him and stated, "You're weird; you know that, right?"
"I know," Edward chuckled, looking at the clock. "Bella?"
"Hm?"
"What time do you have to be at school?"
Bella glanced at the clock and noticed she only had ten minutes until class started and she was still in her pajamas.
"Oh man! I'm going to be late," Bella yelled, jumping out of her seat and ran up to her room, Edward on her tail. Bella pulled off her shirt and noticed Edward standing there staring at her, reaching out his hands to help. "What are you doing?"
"I want to help you!" he said happily, oblivious to Bella's awkwardness.
"I don't need help getting dressed! Get out you nasty!" Bella screamed, launching a pillow at him.
"Oh, okay," and he skipped out.
He is so odd! Bella thought, slamming the door shut after him. She quickly jumped into the shower, got out, dried off, got dress and did all her bathroom things. Only eleven minutes. A Bella Swan record! she thought, throwing her hands up in victory. She grabbed her backpack and ran out of her room.
"Bella!" Edward called, popping out of nowhere.
"Ah! Don't do that!" Bella scolded, her hear t pounding.
"Oh sorry. Bye! Have a good day at school," Edward said, leaning down to peck Bella on the cheek, but she put her hand between her cheek and his lips.
"What do you think you are doing?" Bella asked, her face reddening.
"Kissing my girlfriend, of course," Edward said.
"When did I become your girlfriend?"
"Well, since now."
"Ugh, you make my head hurt. I'll deal with you after school. Stay here and don't go anywhere," Bella commanded. "And if I find anything broken or out of place, I will bury you alive in the back yard."
Edward chuckled at the empty threat.
"I'm dead serious! I know where the shovel is!"
Edward smiled nervously and back up a couple steps. "Uh, okay… What about your parents?"
"They won't be home for two weeks. They're on a business trip to Paris," Bella told him.
"Okay, bye!" He waved to her as she ran out the door.
He acts like a little kid! Is he really my deepest desire? Surely not! Bella thought as she ran full speed to Forks High, only slowing down to check both ways before crossing busy streets.
Bella entered her English class eighteen minutes late.
"Thank you for finally joining us, Bella," Mrs. Edgecombe said, not even looking up from the book in her hands. "Take your seat. Now, Shakespeare's most popular play-"
"What a loser!" Lauren whispered to her boyfriend, Mike Newton. Mike grinned and rubbed Lauren's leg. Bella made gagging noises and Lauren sent a death glare Bella's way. Bella ignored Lauren and pretended to listen to Mrs. Edgecombe's lecture.
-EC4prez