Breaking Point-Chapter 6

Bella POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Bella, or Edward. If anything, they own me.Bella POV

I awoke to rain. The sunlight from the day before was apparently short-lived, and angry clouds were rumbling across the sky now, seeking vengeance. The rain ceased to a quiet drizzle and I took in my surroundings. The meadow…

Then I remembered what had happened the day before. It all seemed very clear to me now, like the rain had washed me out. And I had had the strangest dreams during the night; so unlike my usual nightmares.

The beginning was ritual; Edward was walking from me…after he disappeared I searched in the trees for him for hours. And then Alice suddenly appeared, and we were speaking to one another.

I pushed myself up off the soggy ground and let the water droplets from the grass roll onto my legs. I was completely soaked through.

Life was irrelevant. That seemed to be the only practical conclusion that I could draw from the past day's occurrences. Life was meaningless without him. Eating, speaking, going to school…it was all so unimportant to me now. Because I knew I would never heal.

I knew that if nothing else mattered, nothing else in the world, Charlie did. Renee did. But I couldn't manage to convince myself of my own words.

It had been months. Half a year, and I never changed. My body never changed, my mind, my emotions. I was frozen, encased like stone. Perhaps vast amounts of time could wear that away, but it would be near impossible and incredibly painful.

Besides, what would all of that be worth? All that time? All that living? Nothing, truly. The pain was all I had left of me…after it disappeared I would empty. I would be hollow.

Something was wrong with me. Something was seriously wrong with me.

What could I do? He didn't want me, so there was no point looking for him. I knew I would never find him, but that was irrelevant. I needed to be searching, to be hoping. Perhaps my hope was only the only piece of me I still had.

If I didn't look for him, I would never survive. He was like my drug, a horrible addiction that I couldn't shake off. My body needed him—needed to see and hear and feel him. Or I was going to shut down.

How had this ever happened to me? It was amazing the amount of control and influence he had over me, over my body…it seemed my conscious mind was barely operating these days.

I stood up, and suddenly smelt something…it was faint, washed out from the rain, no doubt, but it was there. A wonderful, sweet, scent…