Third Person POV

Once Jake turned back human, he and Bella sat on her couch and he explained all he knew about the Tribal legends and what had been explained to him by the Tribe leaders.

Jake left when Charlie came home and Bella said a quick good night before forcing herself to crawl up the steps to her room. She simply stripped everything but her panties before sliding into her bed and confusing nightmares.

Bella woke in a cold sweet, her bedspread on the ground and her sheets tangled around her legs. She sat up and felt something warm trails down her face. Bella figured it was beads of sweat, or more tears, but when she slipped from her mangled bed, throwing on a robe, and into the bathroom the mirror proved her wrong.

Three long scratches were on both her cheeks, going from just under her eyes to the end of her chin. Bella gasped and ghosted her hands over the cuts. Under her nails was dried blood, which only made her gasp again. She had done it to herself!

She couldn't move. She couldn't make herself move, not even to clean her face, which was still dripping blood. She just stared the mirror and watched it trickle and drip, watched her tears mix in with the red liquid, watched as it seeped onto her robe and left a trail.

Finally she turned on the sink and cupped her hands under the cold flow before dipping her head down and splashing her face. When Bella lifted her face again to look in the mirror she faintly hopped she had imagined it and there would be no cuts on her face. She was wrong. The blood was now down the drain and she could clearly see the deep marks her nails had left in her skin.

Soon though, the blood pooled into the cuts again, and again she splashed her face, cleaning off the blood.

It kept coming back. The blood kept pooling, less and less each time but it wouldn't stop.

Oh god! Make the blood stop! Make it go away! She screamed at herself in her mind.

The tears came faster and harder as Bella tried desperately to make the blood stop. Finally, she lifted her bare hand and covered the sinfully bloody cheeks, hoping if she couldn't see the gashes in her face, they would stop making her sick.

Bella clenched her eyes and took a few calming breathes before pulling her hands back and peaking into the mirror.

Now, not only her face was smudged in blood, but her hands were to.

"Oh God." She muttered, starring at her bloody hands. "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God." She repeated it like a mantra before yelling out "Dad! Dad, Please Help."

Her tone was so desperate and loud that Charlie was there within an instant, knocking on the door.

She pulled it open slightly, letting her father in.

He gasped at what he saw, immediately springing into action.

Bella clenched her eyes closed, trying hopelessly to fight of the horrid scream that threatened to burst from her lips like it had this morning. Charlie worked around her, cleaning the blood, applying solvent, and putting on band-aids.

Charlie's daughter was rocking back and forth, mumbling something repeatedly and he called out her name a few times in attempt to gain her attention.

"Bella." He grasped her shoulder lightly.

She started and opened her eyes to stare blankly at her.

"I'm done sweetheart."

Bella nodded absentmindedly.

"Let's put you to bed honey and we'll talk in the morning." He led her back to her room and into her bed before shuffling back to his own room for much needed rest.

The girl in the bed curled into a tight of a ball as she could and plummeted back into nightmares.

The next morning though, Charlie and Bella didn't talk about the previous night's event, as Charlie was called into work earlier because of another "animal" attack.

Bella was left alone to do as she pleased.

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The next morning, Alice sat silently in her car in front of Bella's house. She listened with attentive ears for when Bella finished showering and padded downstairs.

The vampire gracefully left her car and glided up the front steps. She knocked and heard Bella groan but shuffle over and open the door anyways.

"Hey Bella!" Alice chimed and pushed past her, into the house.

Bella's eyes opened in shock. "A-Alice," she stuttered, alarmed. "What are you doing here?"

The short girl turned toward the taller one with a big smile. "Just wanted to have some girl time with my BFF. I thought we could go shopping then see . . ." She trailed off. "Bella? What happened to your face?"

Bella gasped and covered her damaged face with her small hands. She had removed the bandages before taking a shower and was planning on re-applying them when she got dressed.

"Bella?" Alice asked attentively, all conniving thoughts gone from her head.

Bella turned away and tried to choke down the lump in her throat and stop the tears that threatened to spill over. "Uh, Alice, could we maybe do this some other time, this isn't a good day for me."

Alice starred at the human she considered a . . .friend. "Please tell me what's wrong."

The true caring in her voice sent Bella over the edge and into tears. She collapsed into her friend's arms and sobbed out how she had done it to herself in her sleep. Alice just held the young girl till the tears stopped and became small whimpers.

Bella pulled away. "I'm fine. Really. I'm sorry. Can we hang out tomorrow or something?"

Alice nodded. "Are you sure you want me to leave?"

"I just need some time to myself."

Alice nodded again and turned to leave but stopped in the doorway. "If you need anything, just call, okay?"

Bella just pursed her lips and turned away, walking to the kitchen.

As Alice glided back to her car Bella grabbed a Pop Tart and walked back up the steps to the bathroom.

Bella spread some salve on her face then covered it with some clean bandages, all while doing her best not to see exactly what she was covering up.

Here's this Chapter. Hope you liked it, please review.

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