Darkness is something many are afraid of. Just the thought of there being a chance for something to lurk in the corners; then it coming out…it shakes you to your core. But then again there is that other darkness that
many have stepped into and few have gotten out of. The darkness of a broken heart…where the pieces are so broken you could swear they were moving, looking for a way out through your chest. The stabbing pain
making you keel over clutching your chest hoping that the pain will stop, while in the back of your mind you're actually welcoming the pain that is letting you feel that you are still alive…but for how long?
She hugged her knees tightly hoping that, that would somehow stop the cracks of her insides. She lifted her head from her knees and looked up at her dingy window. There were new scratches on the window…no longer
did it look just old. Her clawing at it weeks before caused its damage. The lock was broken off; the pieces lying on the ledge. There were some dried streaks of blood, she used her bad hands. She took a deep breath; the
burning over taking her lungs. The skies were overcast…they have been for awhile now…she can't remember the last time the sun was out anymore. She doesn't remember how sun rays look…or how they warmed her
skin even. Or how it made dia-... she stopped that thought before the familiar ache could intensify itself. Tears streaked her face and yet none fell from her eyes anymore. She was thinking that maybe her tear ducts may
be empty now. She didn't think it was biologically possible for that to happen though. Her body felt weak, beaten and destroyed. Any shift of moment felt like someone was pulling her muscles out of her body. Her heart
that shattered seemed to be cutting through her chest a little further then before. She winced and laid her head back down on her knees.
How is it that you can love a person so much that you forget what it used to be like before your heart knew what true love was? She bit her chapped lips as she felt a sob crawling up her throat. It had been four weeks…
four silent, painful, nightmare filled weeks. She saw her father's eyes dart from her to the phone; more and more. He would call back up…he was a cop after all. When he would see he was losing, he would call. She felt
the looks from her classmates and from the people around town.
Maybe…maybe……she didn't know anymore. There was a soft knock on her door; she didn't even look up. They should know by now that she didn't want to see anyone or speak to anyone. The person walked in anyway
and lightly closed the door. Bella didn't move from her spot, she didn't care. Sadly her hearing was intact; she heard the person sit on the bed and sigh.
"Life has to go on," the masculine voice began. Bella shivered at the new voice that intruded her slow demise. "You are the kind of girl that falls in love with every fiber of your being…giving yourself so fully into the
relationship, that you meld yourself to the other half," the voice stopped. She heard him shift of her bed. "Don't let that love tear you down anymore; I am sure it was something you believed to be the most beautiful thing
in the world and you thought it would never fade…" He paused a moment. "But Bella…not everyone has your ability to love and he threw that away." She heard him shift. "He didn't deserve you, he didn't deserve the
intensity in which you gave yourself to him; he left you Bella…he didn't even take you back to here to your house…anyone for that matter." For a moment it was just the two of them breathing as words slipped into her
consciousness. He stood anger running through his veins. "Don't let this hurt you anymore Bella, you had your moment, you let yourself mourn over the loss of it, but what right does he have for you to sit around and
slowly fall apart." The voice stood and came near her. "No one has the right to make you cry, no one has the right to make you feel like you are not worthy…no one has the right to break your heart," she felt him now sit
closer as his words filled with malice for the assailant. The words continued to slowly shift questions and doubts in her mind. "Bella, you are an extraordinary human being that is capable of conquering the world," he said
so softly that his voice risked being carried away by the shifting of limbs. "Don't let him break you Bella, you can do this, you can put yourself back together and show him you will not be defeated," he put his hand on her
knee. Bella slowly looked up at the eyes of Mike Newton. A small gasp passed her lips, was a bit taken aback at the person that seemed to be the only one that understood. "Please don't be alarmed," he chuckled. "I
know I come on strong sometimes…I've been taught to go for what I want…but I promise that I understand we can only be friends." Bella could no longer hold the sob down. "I am here for you…someone you can always
count on." She nodded and reached up to hug him. She let her sob go...her arms held him tighter and Mike rubbed her back soothingly. He whispered encouragements in her ear as she let all the pain she had inside her
to the surface. Tears actually fell during her breakdown, she hadn't remembered how fast and wet they were. The darkness, it was less apparent than before. Time ticked on and yet there he sat with her. He held her in
his arms and let her cry and shake with sadness. He never once told her that there were other fish in the sea…or something else bashing his onetime love for her. She felt exhausted and she couldn't keep her eyes open
anymore. She slumped against Mike as everything left her body. Mike knew what he had to do in that moment without a single word from Bella as her head lolled against his chest. She felt so feather light in his arms. He
cursed in his head remembering that she was healthy before seeing as she fell on him all the time in PE. He laid her on her bed and was about to tuck her in when she took his hand. Her limbs shifted back and forth slowly
as if to try and sit up.
"No," she croaked. "The sheets…" she breathed deeply fighting the dark edges. "Have to change the sheets…" she pushed herself up feeling like there was a lead block on her back. Mike stopped her and led her back
down to the floor. "The sheets…the chair…it all smells of him," she whispered as she shivered.
"Don't move I got it," He ignored the fact that Edward had been in her bed. Mike slipped off his hooded sweater and slipped it over her. It pooled around her slender body. He opened several doors outside her room until
her hit the linen closet. He pulled some yellow sheets hoping they would fit. He pulled her old sheets off leaving them in a pile at the doorway. He slipped the new ones on and then went back to the other bedroom he
assumed was Charlie's and pulled off his comforter. He walked back and placed it on the bed. She now leaned her head against her side table and was sleeping soundly. Her arms were tight around her torso. Mike picked
her up and covered her up to her chin. He brushed back the hair that matted against her forehead. Back in the linen closet he had noticed that there were cleaning supplies. He grabbed the febreeze and some Clorox
wipes. He went about spraying every surface, the curtains, and the rocking chair. He wiped the tops and handles of anything he saw in sight. He inhaled deeply and smelled the cleanliness now. He noticed a garbage bag
next to her computer table. He picked it up and noticed a badly damaged stereo in it. He looked back at Bella who seemed to be having a dreamless sleep. He sighed that might have been the cause of the scratches and
bruises on her hands. He added the bed sheets and all the used up towels. He tied the bag tightly and picked it up. He wrote her a note on a piece of printer paper.
Bella,
I'll pick you up tomorrow to go to school. Before you worry, I have to pick up Angela anyway her ride wigged out.
-Mike
He leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead.
"Till tomorrow Warrior…the battle has begun," he whispered.
So I hope you enjoyed it… cause I sure couldn't get this plot outta of my head….I know some of you are like "WTF?! Mike Newton?!" No worries it's a major Edward/Bella story; Mike is just the friendship ship.
(Any BETA-ing offers? LOL I think I am too addicted to the (……….) and maybe random commas… Then of course I can seem to get down the whole conversational paragraph breaks)
So, none of the characters are mine and Twilight is all Stephanie Meyer's….