Kind of a short chapter. Sorry. But I think it's REALLY good. Maybe I'm just too optimistic. Idk. Whatever. Read. Please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, as much as I want to.
Chapter 28
Bella-
Don't forget to move the shelf back and close the door so no one can find you. Also, there might be some books in the drawer of the desk. I'm sorry we had to do this, but it was the only way we thought you would be safe.
I'll see you at 11:30. I love you.
Love, Edward
That was when I broke down and cried.
I glanced down at the clock on the cell phone again. It now said 11:47.
Where was he? Was he hurt? And what about the rest of the Cullens? Why hadn't one of them came, or even called. Are they hurt? What was going on?
11:48.
I couldn't take this much longer. I was nervous. I kept standing up, then sitting back down, and then standing up again. I was pacing. I couldn't sit still. Where is he? What happened to them?
11:49.
Maybe I should call them. I opened my cell phone, but then closed it again. I didn't want to be disappointed. If I called and no one answered, I would make myself even more nervous. I tried to resist from calling. I stood up and walked over to the desk. I opened the drawer and put the phone in it. Then I walked back over to the bed and sat down.
A moment later, I stood up again. I began pacing back and forth in front of the bed. I walked over to the wall and began to gently hit my head against it. I stopped a moment later, and rubbed my forehead.
I walked over to the chair and sat down. I crossed my legs. I uncrossed them. I crossed them the other way. I uncrossed them. I pulled them up to my chest and rested my feet on the chair. I wrapped my arms around my knees. I laid my head down on my knees. I lifted my head up. I moved my legs back down. I crossed my legs again.
Where is he? Is he safe? Is he hurt? Is he dea—
No. I couldn't think that. He's fine. He's just busy. He's safe. He isn't hurt or anything. He's fine.
I uncrossed my legs. I leaned back in the chair. I began to tap my foot. Then I tapped the other foot. Then I tapped both feet. I stood up and began pacing again. I couldn't stand it. I stood up and grabbed the cell phone from out of the drawer.
11:51.
I pressed and held 1, the speed dial number for Edward's cell phone. After it rang 4 times, I heard a voice.
"Hello, you have reached Edward's—"
"Edward?!" I shrieked into the phone. Then I realized it was only his answering machine. I closed the phone without leaving a message.
I sat back down on the bed, with the cell phone still in my hand. I laid down on my side, and then curled up like a ball. I closed my eyes. I tried to cry. Crying always seemed to help. I had no tears left.
Why didn't he answer? There was no way he would ignore my call on purpose. So the only logical explanation for him not answering was that he was that he couldn't get to his phone. So he could either be busy with Victoria, he could be hurt and Carlisle could be healing him, or he could be dea...dea...dea...
...Dead...
I tried to breathe. It was difficult. No air came in. No air went out. I gasped for breath. There was no oxygen around me. I was going to die. I was going to die because I ran out of oxygen. At least I would be with Edward soon.
No. Edward is not dead. Edward is alive. He and the rest of the Cullens are out fighting Victoria.
Breathe, Bella. Breathe. It was no use. There was still no oxygen.
If Edward was alive, then why didn't he answer my call? He would never ignore my call. In the back of my mind I knew that I had another good reason for him not answering his phone, but I couldn't remember it. The tiny voice in the back of my head was screaming it to me, but fear took over. I couldn't think logically anymore. Fear was taking over my mind, and all that I could think about was that fear.
He would never ignore my call.
Breathe, Bella.
The only reason he wouldn't answer his phone at a time like this is if he was...he was...
Breathe.
...If he was...
"No..." I somehow managed to whisper. The room around me started spinning. Everything started to go black.
I was dying. Dying from lack of oxygen. From not breathing.
Breathe.
Edward was dead. He wouldn't ignore my call. He said he would be here at 11:30. It was 11:50.
Dead.
Breathe.
"No..."
Breathe.
Dead.
"Edwa..."
Breathe.
I couldn't.
I was dying.
I would be with Edward.
We would both be dead.
The room was spinning.
He wouldn't ignore my call.
Black coming over my eyes.
Breathe.
Dead.
"No..."
I fell onto the ground.
I was struggling.
Death was coming.
We would be together.
A pressure was pushing against my throat and my lungs.
I couldn't breathe.
He wouldn't ignore my call.
He must be dead.
Dead.
"No..."
"Breathe, Bella, breathe!" I heard a distant voice cry.
"Edward..." I said with my last breath.
Ahhhhhhhh!!
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-danielle-