Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight
When I woke up my eyes met darkness and my nerves felt an empty bed. Brow furrowed in confusion, I sat up quickly. Apparently he didn't care enough to stay in here with me even though he was the host and this was his room. I got up and dressed, grabbing my bag before stealthily made my way to the glass wall. I saw a balcony and stepped out on it, planning to walk home. Not hearing anything, I jumped onto a nearby tree and nimbly climbed down to the ground.
Knowing that no one was following me, I made my way to my house. I ran there, knowing that I had enough stamina to get there and walked to the kitchen window. I let myself in and found a note from my father on the table.
'Bella-
I had to go to a major interrogation and I won't be back until tomorrow night. I hope you're not mad at me.
-Charlie'
I threw the note away and looked at the clock. Well, it had been an hour and no one had come after me, so maybe Edward didn't care. Maybe it was just to find out what Bella the Outcast was all about. The thought made the bubbles start to form, faster than I ever had felt. Depression came at me from all sides and I ran to my room.
I sat on the floor in the corner, trying to debate rationally why I shouldn't cut. I couldn't do it. The depression around me was pressing in closer and closer and I couldn't take it anymore. I gave in and grabbed my razor.
After three lines, I was all right. Sort of. The depression lingered at no one wanting me, and I knew that it would only get worse if I did another line across my arm. So instead of another cut, I grabbed my incense case.
Odd place to hide weed, in the bottom of an incense holder, but it was convenient and did the job. You can smoke your pot and then start up an incense to get rid of the smell right away. Easy. And besides, who would ever suspect that instead of more incense under it, there was pot? If my father couldn't guess that, then no one else could.
I took out my trusted paper stash and rolled myself a joint before lighting it. The added substance to my system made my blood run down my arm faster than usual. I'm not sure why it did, but it always did that. Probably because the weed I had access to was usually more of an upper than a downer.
I inhaled again.
And again.
On the fourth drag, I heard a slight bump against the wall and I looked at the window. It was one of two possibilities. It was either a dealer wanting me to run or drop some angel dust, or it was Edward.
It was the latter.
He pulled himself inside and looked at me before noticing my arm. I watched as he held his breath and walked over quickly. His fast movement took me by surprise and I passed out.