Author's Note:
First of all, I would like to apologize for disappearing off the face of the earth for like months on end. I am currently listening to the song for this chapter, and I must say, it is BEAST! (sorry, that was out of line.) Anyways, in case the little blue chapter button thingy at the top of the page didn't tell you what the song is, it's Psychosocial by Slipknot. I happen to be obsessed with Slipknot, something I believe I failed to mention on my profile. Oh well. On to the Advertisement Section!
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Prologue
I did my time, and I want out, so abusive. Fate, it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening, Back at you, subversion, pseudo-sacred psycho-virgin.—Slipknot
Chapter Eighteen: Psychosocial
Bella's Point of View
My eyelids burned uncomfortably as the rays of sunshine bore through my open window. I groaned and turned over, my head pounding, my mouth as dry as the Sahara desert. There was a faint, far-off ringing in my ears, but no matter how subtle, it did nothing to help ease the splitting migraine I could feel looming over my head.
Wait a second, SUNSHINE? OPEN WINDOW?
I bolted straight out of my bed, and scrambled over to my window, and, sure enough, the sun glared right back at me, like a fiery orb, an eye, piercing through me.
Then, the headache hit me like a rock. I gasped, and moaned in pain, as the ringing in my ears, once a mere murmur, was gradually making itself much more prominent.
To say that this didn't hurt like hell would be the biggest lie of my life. I felt like, like I was hung over. Shit, What happened last night? I wondered nervously to myself, desperately trying to force the fog from my head, and allow for my memory to come through. But I didn't have the opportunity.
For somewhere inside the house, I heard a very distinct, unmistakable sound. The sound of barking. I smiled widely, trying to ignore the pain, and stumbled furiously downstairs. Sure enough, there, right in front of me, attacking a very scared looking Emmett, was a small Boxer, who appeared to be extremely excited. Emmett was holding the adorable creature at arms length from himself, a look of pure disgust on his face. I couldn't help but to burst out in hysterics at the look on Emmett's face. My current fits of insatiable laughter alerted Emmett to my prescence, and he threw a scowl my way.
"I hope you're happy!" Emmett grumbled, and then said, obviously frustrated, "He freaking whizzed on me!" But despite his best efforts to remain serious, it only made matters worse. I felt as if I was going to pee myself from laughing so much. Then I stopped. It finally clicked. I had a dog. Finally, someone I could rely on, someone who could be my loyal companion, an ear to vent to, a source of much-needed strength and laughter. Because for once, I found I was happy.
"Emmett, is—is this my birthday gift?" I asked, my laughter ceasing abruptly as I anxiously awaited his answer.
"Hmm, well, let me think about that…YES!!" he sighed, shaking his head. "I thought I knew you better than that, Bella. Of course it's yours!" I squealed, something I had never done in my life, and grabbed the dog.
Now, I had to name it. Well, actually, technically, now I had to go to school, sadly, so we put a very pouty, skin and bones boxer into the crate I presumed that Emmett had bought with the dog. It was only when we had arrived at school, that I gasped, blurting out, as a proverbial light bulb went off in my head, "Bones," Emmett looked at me quizzically. "Bells, you do realize that I haven't got the faintest idea as to what you might be talking about, right?" I blushed, feeling the heat as it pooled into my cheeks and through my entire body. "Emmett, the name of the dog! Bones!" he shook his head, muttering, "only you, Bella, only you," as we sprinted for school, the late bell ringing like a grim premonition over our heads.
I still couldn't recall what had happened the night previous, and when I inquired Emmett about it, I came up short. And I couldn't, not for the life f me, remember where the hell I had happened to misplace my poem book. All I knew was that I needed to find it soon; that notebook was my lifeline, my soul outside my body. I shuddered to think of what the repercussions of my inability to remember things and my severe disorganization might be, should someone get a hold of the book.
Oh well, I thought. I had a headache to worry about.
The day started out good enough, but by the time lunch had come around, all I heard were whispers and rumors, all of them involving me being drunk or something, or some people even going as far as to call me a slut. This puzzled more than hurt me, however, for I could not for the life of me recall anything recent that had occurred to make them come to such horrid, incorrect conclusions. But I decided to shrug it off as Lauren simply spreading vicious rumors about me. It wouldn't be the first time it had happened.
Then, I saw him. I couldn't remember his name, thought. He was big and burly, with dark, tan skin, and large, beautiful eyes. Eyes that I realized far too late were looking right back at me. I felt my face flush with utter embarrassment at being caught ogling somebody.
"Well, hello, you must be the famous 'Bella Swan," Oh, god, that voice. I looked up, to see the Greek god standing before me, smiling a warm, welcoming smile. I smiled back, and gestured for him to sit next to me. I had no idea as to what the feeling was, but there was, aside from the attraction and the obvious content and happiness, another feeling. I couldn't pin it though, hell, I couldn't even figure out if it was good or bad, let alone put a name to it.
But I ignored it nonetheless, and turned my attention back to the boy.
"Hi, um, do I know you from somewhere?" I blurted out carelessly. One blush slowly morphed into the next, creating a slightly deeper shade of red, I'm sure. The boy smiled, and said, "I don't believe so, but my name is Jacob Black. You are quite the topic around the boys, I must say," Great, was he trying to make me blush so red, make me feel almost, I don't know, uncomfortable?
"Oh, really, how so?" I implored, trying hard not to sound bitter or prying. Jacob smiled, amused, and replied, "Well, most of the guys here secretly, well, actually, not really that secretly, think that you are the most beautiful creature ever to grace this earth. I'm not ashamed to say that I happen to be one of those." I smiled, embarrassed, and suddenly, my converse looked extremely entertaining and interesting.
Jacob erupted into laughter, and momentarily left me in a daze; it went straight through me. I almost swooned at the beautiful, rich sound of his voice. The entire lunch table, as well as a few around us, stopped eating and turned to look at what had caused the outburst. Ignoring them, Jacob leaned closer to me. "So, my fine lady, what do you say to a date?" I smiled, nodding happily. "Sure," I beamed. I felt as if I were on cloud-nine.
As I walked to my next class, however, despair took over, out of nowhere, and I found my eyes moistened by irrational tears. This is stupid, Bella, stop making a scene. Jeez! I scolded myself, sitting down in biology. Edward stiffened beside me, and, from the corner of my eye, I saw that he looked outraged. Curious as to why, I turned to him fully, and confronted him outright. "Cullen, look, I don't know what the hell your problem is!" He turned, shocked, and for a moment, I could have sworn I saw a faint flicker of despair and remorse well up in his eyes, before becoming anger, hard, cold anger. "I saw you all starry-eyed with black, Isabella, don't play like you're so innocent." I gaped at him, disbelieving. "What the hell? Are you my dad? Because last time I checked, your name isn't Charlie Swan, so back off, asshole." I heard him growl under his breath. Growl? Seriously? Yeah, Edward, real intimidating. If you think caveman is intimidating. The bell finally decided to ring, saving me from having to converse with the douche-bag sitting next to me. But it didn't spare me from the murderous glares and growls that I could still feel, vibrating my body. It wasn't until halfway through the class, when his growling ceased finally, that I realized it wasn't him causing the trembling, but me. I was shaking violently in my seat. I held my sides desperately, trying to control the vibrating, but to no avail. Cullen took note, and whispered, "You okay?" I rolled my eyes, and flipped him off.
If only I had stopped before I had done that. If only I had thought it through. I ended up in detention after school for excessive use of vulgar and profane lnguage and/ or hand gestures. Whatever; personally, detention to me was a little heaven. It was a quiet place for me to think. However, there are just some days where you don't, when you simply can't, be left alone with yourself and your thoughts. That was how I felt that day, sitting in a small desk, rapping my fingers anxiously against the artificial surface of the desktop, before earning a 'wonderful' look from my teacher, and stopping all distractions whatsoever. I sighed, exaggerating t, watching as my frigid breath fogged the air, making it visible for a minute second, before evaporating into the cold air.
When detention finally got out, I leapt from my seat, only to fall on my face. I yelped loudly, and heard a gasp from behind me. Oh no, please no. I turned slowly, wincing at the face I saw as I did so. Because there, to witness me in all my glory, or should I say lack there of, falling flat on my face, simply because I have this amazing ability to attract danger and injury wherever I go.
"Say, why don't we just go out now," Jacob said softly, helping me up from the floor. I giggled, again, something I never ever do, and foolishly agreed. Little did I know that it would, in fact, be my downfall.
End Of Chapter Eighteen: Psychosocial
Author's Note:
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