Chapter 5
Was I really about to do this? Just walk into what seemed to be my fate. Death?
I turned the knob, cautiously, half expecting some creature to jump out, or – pull me in. My imagination was getting the best of me. Edward was still intensely staring at my back, I could feel it, almost like heat from the Sun.
If this was the end, let it come quickly and painlessly.
"I love you, Edward," I muttered so lowly, that I doubt he would have heard it.
I opened the door, finally. All seemed to be fine, and in place. I stepped in, and proceeded to close the door, straining to give Edward a smile. I waved. He waved back, snuck his hands into his pockets and walked into my room. Assuming the usually position I proposed, the rocking chair. I quietly closed the door shut, allowing it to make a little clicking noise. I was afraid to turn around, but of course I had to get business done. I sharply turned around, grabbing in as much air as possible, ready to put up a fight and argument before they decided to take my life. When I made the full 180, I realized that it was a waste. No one was here, but I couldn't be relieved just yet. I tried to figure out what was out of place and what was that mysterious figure I saw pacing about. I didn't want them to get the best of my though, so I decided to brush my teeth and get the hell out of there before they did decide to show up.
I grabbed the toothbrush and proceeded to apply the necessary amount of toothpaste onto the bristles. Everything seemed to be fine; maybe they didn't have any further business with me. I washed my face afterwards and toweled off. I was reaching for the door when I decided to just make sure that nobody was really here. I turned around and walked slowly to the shower curtain.
What are you doing Bella? You're definitely pushing them, and if anything, you're pushing for a faster death. Just get the heck out of here! My conscious pleaded with me. I couldn't. Don't you know I have OCD? My brain said to my conscious.
"Shut up," I said aloud. I was truly losing it today. My hand reached to tug the shower curtain away, all the suspense was building up to this. My hand, firmly grasped on the curtain, I was ready to expose what was lurking in my bathtub.
"Bella?" I heard a voice call. "You've been talking pretty long in there; you didn't really fall into the toilet did you?" It was Edward.
"Err, uh, Of course not, silly, I'm just uh," I said, starting to retract my hand back to my side. This was manifestly silly, there was no real monsters lurking in my bathtub, or my closet.
"I'm coming out right now," A smile was creeping up on my face, I had made it out alive, nearly, and I just had to open up the door and…
"Bel-la," An etchy voice sang, as if my name was a song. I cringed, I knew this wasn't over. Not that easily, I thought.
"Bella?" A more frantic voice called. "Are you okay?"
I wanted to scream for him to come and rescue me, but I all too well knew the consequences of screaming.
"I'm coming!" I said fasten my pace towards the bathroom door, It seemed like a mile away. It literally was a mile away, the room was stretching. The room was alive.
"Edward!" I called. More like yelled actually.
It grabbed me from behind. My shoulders, with its long cold fingers. Slimy if I hadn't known better.
It didn't matter how loud I screamed or how hard Edward pushed the door. The end came anyway.