Hey guys. I'm sorry for the large delay in this chapter, I just haven't really been in the mood to write. Right now I feel like crap, so if this chapter is crap, sorry.
OH, AND I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. Stephenie Meyer does. JUST A NOTE: It is quite possible that I will not update for the next SIX WEEKS starting JUNE 13TH. Horrible, I know.
By the time the class ended, my mood changed from confused to annoyed. Edward continued to be tense and look nowhere but the board, the teacher, and his side of the table. Mike continued to ramble on to me, so I was thankful when the bell rang.
The rest of the day passed quickly. Then, it was time for gym. I have to say, gym isn't exactly my favorite thing to do in school, considering the fact that I was probably the clumsiest person on the face of this planet. I tired not to dwell on that. I also tried not to think about Mike being in my gym class. It wasn't like I didn't like Mike, I did, but he seemed to like me a lot more than I liked him. That bothered me.
Making my way to the gym doors, I tried to block out Mike and his never ending chatter. I have hardly spent any time with Jessica, she was in a few of my classes, but she seemed to talk just as much as Mike. The students here must have a lot to say.
Entering the gym, I groaned. One look and I could tell immediately what we were going to be doing today. Dodge ball. Is this school trying to kill me? Let's hope not.
After changing into my gym clothes I stepped out onto the court, biting my lip as I glared at the big red dodge balls. Coach Clapp separated us into two teams (I was on Mike's, go figure) and started to throw the balls in. Now, me being totally uncoordinated and distracted by the souls, I sucked majorly. Mike basically saved me from being out of the game just about every time a ball came near me, but a few times I had to fall/trip out of the way.
"Bella, watch out!" Mike called to me. Seeing a blur of red coming straight at me, I twisted around, shoving myself to the side. I wanted to get out of the game, but this ball was coming at my face, and I didn't want to get hit there. The arm, sure. The leg? No problem. But my face? That's a one way ticket to a broken nose. The ball whizzed past me, but another was coming after that one. Letting out a little gasp, I tried to move out of the way again. But this time, I wasn't so lucky with getting away. Oh, yes, I did dodge the ball, but this time my ankle twisted painfully around. Hearing a crack, then a burst of pain up my leg, I fell to the ground. My fingers clutched just above my ankle while I started to yell in pain.
"Bella?" Mike said in shock. Squeezing my eyes shut, I listened to the multiple rapid footsteps coming in my direction. Gasping in pain, I could feel something sharp pushing my skin up on my ankle. A bone. I shuddered and moaned.
"I think her ankle's broken!" One girl called out. No duh! I was screaming and writhing on the ground holding my foot because I felt like it! I hissed in my mind.
"Someone help me pick her up. We've got to get something to help her with the pain." Couch Clapp ordered. I immediately felt hands on my arms, gently peeling away my fingers from my ankle. "Newton! Hold her leg up!" He said, scooping me up into his arms. I groaned again, cringing. Taking deep breaths, I felt Mikes hand lightly holding my leg up. I was thankful that he wasn't too close to my foot; if he was I would have to kick him with my good leg.
"Oh my!" I heard a wispy voice exclaim. "What happened?" She said, and I could feel her eyes on my red face and my bent ankle.
"She hurt her foot in Gym. I think its-" Couch Clapp started, but was interrupted from one of my screams. "- I know it's broken. Sprains don't cause this much pain, I would know."
"Oh! Oh dear. Let me take a look." She said, shifting my leg. I gasped, and then blacked out from the pain.
-ONE HOUR LATER-
Oh crap. I had the weirdest dream. I thought, trying to open my heavy eye lids. I was shocked to see a blinding white light, and I shifted on what ever I was on. It was stiff, and I didn't like it. That's when it hit me.
The nausea, the heavy thing holding down my foot, the bright lights. I was in a hospital. Because of my ankle.
"Bella?" Ugh! It was my dad. Oh well, it was inevitable that he would find out.
"Hi." I muttered, looking around the plain room.
"Honey, are you okay?" He said, placing one hand over mine. "The doctor said that you where in a lot of pain, considering you weren't awake when they got you here."
"Ch- dad. I'm fine. I'm not in pain anymore." I lied. The truth is, I had a pounding head ache. I couldn't feel any pain in my ankle, though. Which was good, I suppose. Unless the amputated my foot, which I doubt they did, considering I could see the bulge of the cast that covered my foot.
"Dr. Cullen took good care of you." Dad said, placing his hand on my head. Whoa, wait, Dr. Cullen? Edwards dad? "He'll be glad to see you awake." He finished, smiling slightly at me.
"Ah, Chief Swan. I see she's awake." I heard a strong voice call out. Looking toward the door, I saw a tall, handsome blond walking into the room. I immediately, knew that it was Dr. Cullen. He had the same pale skin as Edward and his siblings, and, just like them, he had striking beauty. I let out a sigh, leaning my head back into my pillow.
"So, Isabella, how are you feeling?" Dr. Cullen asked.
"Uh, please call me Bella. And I'm fine." I responded. Hearing Charlie's grunt from beside me I could tell that he thought I wasn't feeling good at all. Wanting to roll my eyes at him, I stared up at the ceiling. Sighing, I let out a large yawn.
"Bella, when you get home go straight to bed, okay?" Charlie said, which just made me want to roll my eyes at him again.
"I'm fine, dad. I just woke up from sleeping." I said. Then, I noted that something in the room was off…
Oh crap. I realized what it was.
Dr. Cullen didn't have a soul either. Pressing my lips together to keep from shouting out, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that I was a normal girl leading a normal life. As if that will ever happen.
"Well, Chief Swan, looks like Bella is okay and ready to leave." Dr. Cullen said, and then turned to me as I opened my eyes. "Try not to walk too much today. You've got to give it a little time to heal. A good rest tonight should help." He smiled at me, nodding before handing Charlie my crutches (oh great, do they want be to break my arm too?) and helping me off the bed. Muttering my thanks to him, I stumbled my way out of the door with Charlie watching me closely. He helped me into his car (the police cruiser, fabulous huh?) and drove off.
"Dad, who's going to take my truck home," I asked.
"Your trucks already home." He said, and I started to wonder exactly how it did get home. Shrugging it off, I watched as we got closer to the house. I saw my old truck sitting there, a gift from my dad. After having help to get into the house, I grimaced and sat down on my bed. Leaning my crutches on my bed side table, I laid down, pressing the side of my face into the soft pillow. It was much more comfortable then the hard bed at the hospital. Falling asleep, I slipped into my dreams…
-BELLA'S DREAMS-
I was standing in the middle of the road. I was scared, why, I had no idea. Suddenly I crumpled to the ground in pain, a shooting ache radiating through my leg. Glancing down I saw my leg broken, the blood spilling into the hard pavement. I tried to scream, but all that came out was a small whimper. Then, I noticed the person beside me. Edward Cullen. My fear suddenly went to him as I noticed another man beside him. Both had blood coming from there chest, a bullet wound perhaps. I could see there souls writhe in pain from leaving as they torn themselves from their human. Both finally broke free, leaving the two boys still and lifeless. The pain of my leg was forgotten. I was sobbing, but not from the broken leg. Then, with no warning, Edward shot up, his eyes searching the area around him as he stood steady on his feet. He walked away, leaving his soul, dead companion, and me alone.
Gasping, my eyes flew open. Franticly looking around my dark room, my eyes feel on my ankle, which was propped up on a pillow. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was 12:36. I sighed, shuddering and closed my eyes, hoping to sleep the rest of the night dreamless, until I realized that the dream was about Edward, dying, then waking up soulless. And some how dead.
And that is whole family so far has been soulless.
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