-1Hi, everyone. I'm really sorry it's taken me so long. I've been unbelievably lazy.
Anyway, this is right after Edward makes the phone call to Bella's house.
Charlie was at the funeral. Charlie…at the funeral… No matter how many different ways I mixed the words up, they still didn't make sense.
Then, the truth hit me in a wave of sheer pain, paralyzing my limbs. The phone fell to the attic floor in a dull thud, and I soon followed. My legs curled up in front of my chest, and I was in a fetal position. My fingers unconsciously dug into the musty wood, leaving large indentations.
I couldn't believe this was happening. The only reason I had been able to stay away was because she lived. That she still had a chance. Now, I had to live with the haunting memories of her and have no consolence.
I thought I had solved her problems. I thought I had diminished all her oppurtunities to be in danger. I thought I had broken all ties with her that day, in the woods, cleanly, to allow for a quick recovery.
Apparently, not quick enough.
It was then that I realized that all this was my fault.
"Bella…threw herself off a cliff two days ago."
This wasn't an accident. This wasn't some bizarre work of nature. Bella hadn't taken a bad fall, nor had she caught a fatal disease. She jumped.
Suddenly, all the torture I had gone through seemed utterly worthless. I had always thought that Bella's mind couldn't comprehend 'forever' the way mine could. And every time she seemed so willing to be changed, to give her life to me, I scoffed at it.
I closed my eyes as another wave of emotion overcame me. Under the wave, I was able to think clearly and remember something…
Bella was in the ballet studio…contingency plans…
The Volturi.
The idea pulled me out of the wave like a life vest. I knew that I deserved all the pain and anguish in the world, but there was know way I could continue like this. I was dysfunctional. Useless. I was no more valuable than a hard, cold stone.
I picked up my cell phone in a flash, and just as I was about to dial the number for the airport, my cell-phone started to vibrate and ring. Alice. Of course she would have seen exactly what I had planned the moment I had planned it.
My decision was made. I couldn't allow time to be wasted by talking to her. She would only try to convince me to stay. I ran out of the building and started running toward the car I had bought here - and dropped the phone in the nearest trash can. When I got to the airport, I realized that I didn't purchase a plane ticket.
I took care of that easily. The flying security wasn't strict here, and I was able to run past security so fast that no one could see me. It was painfully easy to sneak onto the plane, and I took a seat and hoped that it wasn't occupied. I got lucky.
When the plane took off, I began to hear the curious thoughts of humans sitting around me.
Who is that? He looks tired. Those purple bags under his eyes…
A small child thought, What's up with him? He looks like he's had a bad day.
What beautiful eyes, but what pain they hold! What troubles him…?
After a while, I just started tuning everyone out. Then, the real work began. I needed to plan…
I'll try to update soon. I feel like that was a really stupid ending. Please REVIEW!