All of a sudden I was cold. Not just outside but on the inside as well. I was completely numb, I couldn't move. After a while I just gave up. What was the point? Bella didn't care. For all I knew, no one did. In fact, Bella probably wanted me dead. Things would be better that way.
And I was happy. That is, until I felt hands pulling me from the icy water. I struggled, but they were too strong. I surfaced and looked around. It was Sam and he didn't look happy. "Don't you EVER do that again. Do you understand me?" he yelled, two inches from my face. His nostrils were flaring. I don't think I've ever seen him so angry before. I nodded, and we swam back to shore.
Once we got there everyone was waiting. Emily was the first to say anything. "What happened? Are you two O.K.?" Sam nodded. "Yeah, we just had a little race, that's all." I looked back at Emily. I could tell she didn't believe him but she smiled anyway. "So does Emily wanna make us some hotdogs?" Embry asked. "Emily would be delighted." She answered.
So they we were, back in La Push, in front of a huge bonfire. Everyone was chatting and eating, except for me. I couldn't find the energy. I wish that Sam had just left me alone. What do they need me for anyway? All I do is slow them down. I looked at everyone, and guilt washed over me. I don't quite know why, but it felt terrible. I couldn't wait to go home so I could go to bed and just forget everything that happened tonight.