DISCLAIMER: I just realized that my last two stories changed persons. Back to first person guys, sorry about that!!
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A bright, white light shined on my eyes, but I didn't want to open them. I was having the most wonderful dream. Not wonderful in the sense of rainbows and unicorns, but strange in the sense that the Cullens were back, and I was in the hospital and Carlisle was taking care of me. And Edward was here, holding my hand and stroking my cheek – waiting for me to wake up.
But it wasn't possible, he didn't love me anymore, and the Cullens were gone. I snuggled into my pillow and willed the sun to go away for a little while longer. Something was wrong with my pillow, though. It had an uncomfortable cover over it and was scratchy and stiff against my cheek. I inhaled deeply through my nose, and my room had an unfamiliar odor. It smelled way too clean.
I rolled to my side and opened one eye. A heart monitor glared at me. I was in the hospital. Again. I groaned and closed my eyes again. How did I get here? I wondered. I tried to remember the previous day's events. Jake and I were riding our motorcycles. Yes, I remember that. He said I was ruined, which is true, but insulting nonetheless. I thought I had been getting better, but apparently I wasn't. I sped away from him, and crashed. So now I am here.
There was something else that happened, but I couldn't remember what it was. I surrendered to being awake and opened my eyes, fully expecting to see Jacob there with a million apologies in his eyes. He would stutter and I would pretend to be mad, but I would forgive. We both knew it. Instead a pair of butterscotch eyes held mine. A pale, devastatingly handsome face gazed at me with fear and affection in his eyes. No not affection, just fear. The affection had to be my imagination. He didn't love me anymore, his own words told me that.
I closed my eyes as tight as I could and rolled over to face the other wall. I determinedly stayed where I was. My mind was obviously overstressed from all the trauma of the accident. This was just a dream and he was not back. He wasn't. I cold hand touched my shoulder, but I shook it off. I refused to give in, I would not let my mind run away with me. I wanted to see Jake, I wanted to yell at him and have him say he was sorry a million times. I wanted to break down crying and have him hold me in his arms like I was a small child.
A cold, hard hand lightly touched my shoulder and down my arms. Briefly the hand grasped mine, squeezed it and then it released me. I shuddered. The owner of the hand got up, and left the room. I heard the door click softly. The room was silent now, except for the patterned beeping of the monitor. I began to breathe heavily, and finally I succumbed to tears. They kept coming and I was powerless to stop them. This was the first time I had cried since he left. No one was here to watch, and I let everything out. Twice, I thought I heard the door open, but I was too lost in my grief to care. Finally my well of tears ran dry, and regained control of myself. I sat in silence except for the steady beeping of the machines in the room. I had my back the door when I heard it open. I didn't bother to turn around and see who was there. They would come to me. A heavy silence enveloped the room and I started to get curious if anyone was there. I was just about to turn around when a painfully familiar voice whispered in my ear.
"Bella, I am so so very sorry. Please forgive me."
The sweet scent of his breath circled around me and I closed my eyes, willing the illusion to go away. He couldn't be here, he just couldn't. Then my body stiffened in shock and my eyes widen as a cold hand cupped my check and another other gently pushed on my shoulder, gently rolling me over.