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No BETA, so mistakes are mine. Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight, I own the plot.
It had been a week or so until I got another letter from Edward. I was walking out to my car as the post man was putting the letters into the mail box. I sorted through, shoving Alice's back in there and taking mine to my car with me. I figure Alice will see them when she gets home. Or maybe I'll take them up when I get home.
I throw the bills onto the passenger seat and see Edward's letter. His writing is always so neat. I've never seen 'Bella Swan' look so good on paper. I quickly open it, carefully, making sure I don't rip the envelope. I'm weird like that.
Bella,
I'm glad I didn't scare you away too much. I was worried that I would never get a letter back. Let's just say that I was very lucky, and that I'm very thankful for my mother. I will only tell you if you want to know, I won't tell more and scare you away for good. Your letters are probably the best thing about being in here. If only you started writing to me 10 years ago when I first got in here, it would have made it more bearable.
Journalism or an assistant job, hey? That sounds cool. I bet you will get a job easily. At least you aren't a high school drop out, so you'll get a job somewhere.
Damn teeny boppers. Haven't they learnt yet?
I like your sense of humour. I promise I won't kill you though. Coffee sounds good. I will be out in about fifty days, so mark the date. I haven't had good coffee for years.
Edward.
I giggle at his letter. Yeah, I really did just giggle. He's funny, for someone who has killed another person. I'm intrigued to know what happened, but I'm worried it'll scare me away. I like writing to him, and the coffee idea sounds great, and slightly terrifying. I don't think I'll tell Alice, although I probably should. She knows that I write to him, but doesn't know when he gets out, or what he's done. She will go crazy if I tell her I'm going to have coffee with him. She thought writing to him in the first place was a stupid idea. I did it anyway, though.
I put the letter on the passenger seat with all my bills that I don't even want to look at and start my car. I have a few interviews to go to today, so I'm dressed up and I'm even wearing heels. Bella Swan is wearing heels and most likely going to break and ankle, or even a neck.
Four hours later and I'm home from the interviews. They were simple, the usual kind of interview. They ask why I want the job, what I'd bring to the table, why they should hire me. The usual. I answered the questions and crossed my fingers that I'd finally get some good luck.
Sometimes I regret not going to college, I probably could have gotten a degree in something. I could still go back now, but I don't want to.
You see, my mother died when I was seventeen, she had cancer and I had to make the decision to take her off life support because her body couldn't do anything for itself. I spent three days in my room, sulking, and not wanting to turn off the life support. I could not do it. Part of me thought she would start breathing on her own, and would come out of the coma. Part of me thought she had to. She needed to, because I couldn't survive without her. Sure, my dad, Charlie, was there, but he keeps to himself. We don't talk much, and he lives on the other side of the country pretty much.
Alice sat me down and talked to me. She made me realise that my mother wasn't going to wake up, and she wasn't going to start breathing on her own. Alice promised to be there for me every step of the way. And she was, she was there when I made the decision to turn off life support, and she was there when I had my break down and refused to face the outside world because I had thought I'd killed my own mother.
Now I realise though, I hadn't killed her. Cancer did, damn cancer. From then on I always donate to any cancer charity, I run relays for cancer research. I do anything to try and find a cure for the nasty thing that took my mother from me.
Charlie got shot and died about two years after my mother died, so I was left with no family at all. All I had was Alice. After a while, Alice was all I really needed. I had attempted relationships, but nobody really had the spark at all, and I wasn't going to waste my time on someone who I didn't have a spark with. Alice always tried to get me to go out with her, even if it was just to get drunk and have a one night stand. Which I won't deny doing at all.
"Bella, do you want to go out tonight? Jess and Angela are heading out." Alice asks as she walks into my room.
"Yeah okay, sure." I figure that it won't hurt. I could use a night out.
Alice jumps around a little and leaves my room to go get ready. Once we're both ready we head out, ready for the night.
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Hangovers really suck. Drinking too much last night was a bad idea. I regret it. Oh lord please rid me of this horrible pain in my head. I roll over in my bed and my head pounds. Ouch. Why do I do this to myself?
I slowly, and I mean very slowly, get out of bed and sway on my feet. Today will be great. Not. I make my way to my shower, careful not to fall over or move my head too much in fear of the pain that will come. I feel a little bit better after the shower, but not completely. Perhaps I need to get some greasy food.
I make my way downstairs and the smells coming from the kitchen smell amazing. Alice must be cooking breakfast. I can smell bacon.
I make my way to the kitchen a little faster than usual, and sit at the breakfast bar.
"Smells good, Alice." I tell her and take another huge sniff of the smells in the kitchen. I love the smell of bacon.
"Good morning, sunshine!" She says happily.
I don't know how she doesn't have a nasty hangover. She drank just as much as I did. Whatever her trick is, I want to know it.
"You're too bright and happy today. Why don't you have a hangover?" I ask her and take a big piece of bacon off the plate she sits in front of me. I eat it way too noisily, moaning with every bite because it's just that good.
"You know me, I never get hangovers. I guess you must have one though?"
I nod my head, unable to talk with the bacon stuffed in my mouth.
After breakfast we sit down and watch some movies. I love these times that Alice and I spend together. We don't get to do it much because Alice is usually working, or I'm out trying to find work. So I enjoy it all the time. We have some snacks and a few chick flicks to keep us occupied for the rest of the day.
Before bed I get out my notebook and write a reply to Edward.
Edward,
I'm glad you love my letters so much. I always look forward to getting yours. I had never thought of writing letters to an inmate ten years ago. I think I was much too interested in partying then, being twenty and all. How old are you anyway? I imagine you're my age. Or perhaps you're fifty or something. I'm curious now.
Are you a high school drop out? Did you go to college at all?
Right, the date is set. By my calculation you should get out on the 14th of July. I know this lovely little café that I always go to. They make the best coffee ever. Looking forward to your next letter.
Bella.
I put the letter into the envelope and sit it on my night stand to post in the morning. I go to sleep with a smile on my face.
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