Sorrows The Seas of My Heart

Chapter Six : Conversations

My heart was pounding in my chest. That is very expected if you just happen to experience an event similar to what I just went through. Of course, maybe an ordinary person's heart rate would've slowed back down to the norm five hours after the incident.

Mine hasn't yet.

Sitting on my bed at home, I watched the rain pour outside my window, making a tap sound as it hit the pane. If I wasn't completely shocked and scared of what just happened, I would be thinking, Wow. My very first near-death experience. Then I'd proceed to complain about how it was a very unoriginal way to die, how hundreds of people are killed because of car accidents every single day. My name would just be added onto that list.

The key-word, however, is near-death. I am still alive. My heart is still beating. And I still have a future. Nothing was lost; nothing was gained. And if I choose - everything could be forgotten, and no one would even know. Once Charlie gets home and asks me how my day was, I wouldn't have to include that in my response. "Fine" is all I would say.

There would have been a total of zero witnesses if that car had happened to hit me; the driver would've just thought it was a deer and drove on, with no care for the "wildlife" it had just killed. It was some miracle.

Rosalie Hale. Was she there? Or was it some kind of near-death-experience effect - to see the face of the person who hates you with a fiery passion before you die? It was all too real - yet it couldn't have been. I can't honestly say she was there; maybe it was an angel from heaven - one with a not so friendly gaze - who happened to look very similar to Rosalie, who had the face of a goddess and also a not so friendly gaze. Coincidences. Coincidences. Coincidences.

Twilight - so peaceful - loomed over the sky, behind the clouds. If only they would just disappear and let the sun in all its glory glow orange. Let it produce magnificent, purplish shadows over the landscape, making it seem as if nothing could go wrong; that everything would be alright; that death wasn't hovering over each and every single one of us. All the evil would be gone from this world, and no one could hate anyone else. A door slammed and surprised me, and I gasped.

"Bells!" Charlie was home, and I rushed downstairs, so glad I had Charlie there for me. Hugs mean the world to some people. I was too haste and tripped midway. It happened quickly, though - me falling. I hit the landing with a thud.

"Bella!" Charlie called, coming over to pull me to my feet. "What happened?"

"Ow," was all I could mutter. I felt the sharp pain in my legs. Clumsiness really, really sucks. "M-My leg."

"Oh, God. Bella, come on." Charlie guided me. He made me put one arm around his shoulder as I hobbled on my unharmed leg. "We're going to the hospital." I internally groaned. Just what I needed - the hospital smell, a mix of blood and old people.

"Er, I'd rather not - ow." I said, as I brushed the broken leg against the wall. "You were saying?" Charlie asked with a small smirk. "Let's go." He led me outside to the cruiser. I hope, I hope, I hope that he won't use the siren.

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Sometime during the car ride to the hospital, the rain stopped pouring. Luckily, Charlie didn't use the siren, and we arrived in peaceful silence. That didn't stop him from choosing to go into the emergency room. He got me out of the car and rushed me into the building.

"Ugh, Dad, relax." I said, bumping my leg against his as we walked.

"Sorry, sorry," he muttered and slowed his pace. A young woman sat at the front desk. There was no one sitting on the empty chairs in the room.

"Evening, Sarah." Charlie greeted her.

"Hello, Chief," she turned to me, "Oh my, what have we here?"

"Minor accident. She fell down the stairs. Bella, here, is a bit of an accident prone." I could feel myself blush a thousand shades of scarlet. I can't believe Charlie just told this stranger, well, to me, about my clumsiness. She chuckled.

"Aren't we all?" Sarah joked. She took a clipboard off her desk and handed it to Charlie. "If you don't mind, please fill out this form. I'll go get someone to take care of - ah. Never mind, then. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Here comes the perfect man for the job."

"Hello, Sarah," a smooth voice said. I twisted my neck around and saw Dr. Carlisle Cullen approaching us. "Chief Swan! This is a surprise." Charlie grinned at that.

"Don't be surprised, Carlisle. The hospital is my Bella's second home." Oh my goodness. I tugged on Charlie's sleeve and frowned at him. Carlisle was amused.

"Well, let me get you in a room, Bella." He said.

As we followed Dr. Cullen through the hallways, the "hospital smell" reached my nostrils, and I felt like gagging. It is the most unappealing smell in the world, in my opinion. Instead of breathing through my nose, I tried breathing through my mouth, but I could feel the scent going down my throat. There was no escaping it.

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Charlie went home at ten, after I practically begged him to leave. He needed his rest, and tomorrow, he'd probably want to make the best of his Sunday by going fishing with Billy Black. Dr. Cullen came in just as Charlie was leaving.

"Dr. Cullen, when can I leave?" My leg was broken, and the bandages were very uncomfortable. The sling which held my leg in the air didn't help either.

"Probably Wednesday, Bella. It all depends on how long it takes for you to heal." He glanced at the clipboard he was holding but was interrupted when there was a light knock on the door. I turned my head and saw Alice. My lips curled into a smile. She turned her head to look at me, and her eyes danced with excitement.

"Bella Swan!" She exclaimed as she ran over to the bed. "Alice -" Carlisle said, stopping her before she could jump on me. "Hello, Alice!" I said cheerfully to one of the few Cullens who seemed to show any liking to me.

"It's too bad I didn't get to see you yesterday," she said with a sad frown.

"Yeah, that is too bad. I saw Rosalie, though."

Then, I realized what I'd just said. I swore to myself that I wouldn't make anything of this - that it probably didn't even happen. Now, this family would think I was insane. I probably was. Alice gave me a confused look, and I noticed that Carlisle had also tuned into our conversation.

"I think whatever medicine you gave her has gotten to her head, Carlisle." Alice giggled. "Bella, Rosalie wasn't in Forks yesterday. She actually spent the day in Seattle with Emmett." So, I definitely was insane. The blonde beauty hadn't even been in the city yesterday.

"Oh," I muttered. "It must've been someone else, then. Or maybe the medicine has gone to my head." I joked. Alice giggled again, but the excitement in her eyes was gone.

"Bella, can I borrow Carlisle for a second? You can survive a few minutes, right?" She winked. I nodded at her. "Of course." Alice led Carlisle out into the hallway and pulled the door, leaving it only a crack open. However, I couldn't hear their conversation. It wasn't long before they made their way back into the room.

"Sorry about that Bella." Carlisle said, rubbing his temples. "Okay, well, that seems to be about it for tonight. Get your rest." Alice cleared her throat. "Unless, of course, you'd like some time to chat with my daughter." Alice beamed.

"Thank you, Dr. Cullen. Goodnight!" I told him, and he showed himself out. Alice had set a chair up next to my bedside.

"Can you stay up, Bella? Or are you tired?"

"I'm fine, Alice." I told her.

"Okay, cool. So, how'd this all happen?" She asked, gesturing at my leg.

"Um, I fell down the stairs. It's nothing, compared to some other things I've gone through." I told her, and she chuckled. "Are you that klutzy?" she asked me. I nodded and blushed. She laughed.

"It's okay, Bella." She said, patting my arm.

"What brings you here, anyways?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, um," she said, looking uncomfortable. I felt guilty for putting her on the spot. "Oh, I'm sorry, Alice. If you don't wanna talk about it, we don't have to."

"No, it's okay, Bella. Actually, I came today because I was a little disappointed. My brother went back to Alaska. He's staying with some … family friends we have there. But, you see, my mother fears that he doesn't want to come back." Alice's golden eyes fell; she truly was sad about her brother.

"Which brother?" I asked.

"It was Edward." Of course. It definitely had to be the one that hated me. Was I the cause?

"W-why'd he leave?" I pried, scared of the answer. Alice, however, seemed reluctant to answer. So, I knew that whatever was going to come out of her mouth next was a lie.

"At first, it was only for the summer. He wanted to spend this summer there, since in September, we'll be here for the school year. But we called him this morning, and he was very…angry." Alice tried to come up with the words. Her tone seemed very honest, and it seemed like a likely story. I didn't want to jump to conclusions; too late.

"I'm sorry," I told her for two reasons. Firstly, because of the subtraction in their household. Secondly, because I knew I was the real reason for that subtraction. It became quiet after that, and I yawned.

"Oh, Bella. It's getting late." She said, standing up. "I guess I better go, now."

"Aw," I said, craving for someone's company.

"Here's an idea, Bella. Why don't you come over to our house tomorrow?" She invited.

"Um, I don't think I can." I pointed to my leg. "I'll be spending … a lot of time here until my leg heals." She laughed.

"Well, maybe I'll come by tomorrow with Emmett and Jasper." Alice said. I noticed how she didn't say Rosalie's name, and I was in relief. "Sweet dreams, Bella!" She waved as she walked out the door and shut it behind her.

The room was in the dark. I stared at the black ceiling until I dozed off into sleep.

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A/N: Sorry for the really, really late update. My computer got a virus, and blah blah blah. I got the stomach virus last week, and the week before, I got report cards, and I had basketball practice. And augh! The school year's fun but very busy.