Chapter 5.
Bella's POV
Feeling better, once I had showered, the hot water cooling the dull ache of my muscles, washing off the salt water smell and relaxing me, I rushed toward my bedroom, finding something comfortable to wear, the pain didn't bother me so much, neither emotional nor physical, when I reminded myself that Alice was downstairs waiting for me, she came here for me.
Only she came, nobody else, but Alice, my Alice, my best friend, the little vampire who I confided in, the tiny vampire who every time I saw, smiling widely, floating about with the grace of a ballerina, her passion for life un matched by anyone i had met, I couldn't help but smile when I saw her, that infectious air of joy that being in her presence created, her contagious good moods which made me feel better when I needed to, her affectionate embrace that comforted me, the mutual trust we shared, my best friend, my perfect best friend whom I loved, who I trusted above anybody, who managed to avoid revealing to Edward anything that I had told her by going to the extent of purposely changing her thought pattern in his presence, just so he would not find out what it was that I had spoken to her about. She told me what she would think about, clothes, shoes, jasper, the latter being one of the things that would deter Edward from even trying to pay attention to what she was thinking.
We would giggle about it all the time, sharing our little secrets, sneaking looks at each other in situations that we both found funny wearing sly smirks, and chuckling at everybody else's ignorance, our minds so often on the same wave length, I loved that she would do all that for me, I felt at times that Alice would do anything for me.
I remember even though in doing so, I become aware of the hole that was left in my heart because of the events that had transpired as a result, of my birthday party, that Alice had organised, it was honestly the sweetest thing a person had ever done for me, as much as I hated the attention initially it didn't take long before I was very glad that Alice had done all this, and even in light, of what happened later on, I was glad that Alice had put so much effort into something that she didn't need to, despite my protest and insistence on ignoring my birthday.
No doubt Rosalie couldn't care about my birthday, but I 'spose that Alice and I were, so much more closer than Rosalie and I, Rosalie hadn't even bothered, not that I would have wanted her to.
Alice was the only friend I needed, even so, after all that happened at the party, Alice was the last one standing, helping Carlisle to take care of my arm, bringing the things he needed to make my arm better, staying with me as long as she could bear, even Edward had left long before her, Edward never really had the strength that Alice had around me, and I struggle to understand the difference, if Edward was my boyfriend and Alice was my best friend, how could he be unable to control himself longer than her?
He would have had to be more attuned to me, but he wasn't, Alice was, she and I were like one at times, she had a connection that sometimes made me wonder, whether Edward was taking his exercises' in caution to extreme limits or whether he couldn't genuinely handle being around me for prolonged periods of time, maybe it could be a hybrid of both, either way, I smelled just as alluring to Alice, she had told me so before, she had let me know that she loved me, but it was extremely hard for her to be near me at times, but even so, she struggled less than Edward, and now, despite that, she had flown back to Forks, for me.
As much joy as these fond memories brought me, reminiscing wasn't important right now, Alice herself sat downstairs waiting for me, concerned, that I had become a suicidal head case, I have the feeling she didn't quite buy my story earlier, even though I was telling the truth I would have to explain to her in detail, to make her understand, hopefully she does.
Getting dressed I shuffled down the stairs, Alice sat on the couch staring at the Television, watching Bloomberg.
"Alice, I'm finished". I spoke, my voice sounding weaker than I had intended it to be, she smiled at me, patting the couch, the simple gesture telling me to sit next to her.