A/N: So, this is a really short chapter, sorry. i missed a few days of school from being sick and some other reasons, so i had a lot of homework to make up. But somehow i was able to come up with at least this so- yea. :)

Uhm. It's really only explaining Bella's charecter, and how in a month she grew very close with Edward. :)

I have a few twists coming up, nothing too big and emotional yet. you all know i love throwing in the tear-jerking plots. XD

anyways, its more like sneaking out of the hospital and a few other fun things. Edward will be spicing up Bella's life by far with me writting this story, so, i hope your looking forward to it.

oh and since my buddy Elizabeth is reading this, i want to tell her hi, and thats i love her! im so glad she's back in town, i missed her tons.

and if my [ex] best friend is reading this, again, im sorry, and i miss you. =/ i really wish i could talk to you, but right now that seems pretty impossible with everything thats going on. but you can always email me. :)

--okay, enough with this personal message.

now go READ and REVIEW. :DD love you all, thanks for reading

-Sara

ps: the poem that bella reads, i wrote. completely and 100% ME. NO STEALING IT. :)

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"No, it's stupid," she giggled, looking down at the old worn notebook. She ran her hand through her hair, pulling it back behind her face. I stared at her perfect face, smiling at how dazzling it was. I continued staring at her, my eyes probably overflowing with compassion.

"No, I want to hear it," I pushed, her eyes flashed to mine as I continued smiling. Her eyes gleamed with that emotion I still couldn't pick a name for. Her eyes fell back to the page before her, and she shook her head, sighing. "No, it's all dreary. I was so, depressed back then, it's, it's just stupid," she seemed to have lost the happy touch to her voice. I smiled, glancing at her hand. I lightly smiled before slipping my hand around hers.

"I wanna hear it, please," I whispered, my voice was smooth, more flirty and romantic then I meant. Her eyes uneasily met out hands, and then my face. Her lips were parted slightly, and she nodded once, slowly. I had clearly dazzled her again—she had often told me how unfair this was of me. I took it as a great advantage, and it made me fill almighty and powerful. I smiled and let my intense gaze fall to the worn paper in front of her. She drew in a breath, her hand still in mine, the other holding the notebook. And her angel solid voice broke out into her poem she had written so long ago.

"These tears of salt on your cheeks, pain hits me tonight. Your eyes beg me to save you, your voice says otherwise. My eyes seemed foggy, but I'm not blind to see you're not alright. Forever is a long time to be wrong. How long will this go on? The weak yet young won't go on. You let the bottle fall, beat it to the ground. Your crimson tears carve themselves out, leaving only scars of reminders. You're not alright, stop trying to hide. The memories twist with the reasons you had to let me go. The sight of her sorrow kills me now, killed me then. Her scars so silent scream 'It's All Your Fault!' every time they're in sight. This love is only the beginning of her Tragedy called life. Cursed cuts cure the justice gone wrong. This tainted love shown in only blood. On this shadowed night, she gives up the fight. Watch from the floor through crimson eyes as the world fades away," she stopped, breathing in. One tear ran down her cheek, and she stared at the notebook. I knew who it was about, it was obvious. Whoever this Sophie was, she had really ruined Bella.

I smiled, rubbing circles around her thumb. "It's amazing. It must have taken forever to put together," I said truthfully. It was, very good, even if it was filled with secret messages. She looked away now, smiling lightly at me, she pulled her hand from mine to wipe away the tears, before leaning forward and stealing a hug from me.

"Thank You," she whispered. I laughed a little. "It's no problem, Bella," I said as she released me. So there we sat on her hospital bed. She sat at the head of the bed—criss-cross with an old red sweatshirt on. She had complained of it being baggy and unflattering, but I found everything beautiful on her. She had striped pajama pants on and plain socks. Her hair smelled fresh from a shower, and her face was wiped of all makeup. I was laying across the bed on my side, jeans and a stripped blue and white shirt. She had told me many times that this was her favorite shirt of mine. I wore it as much as possible after she told me. There was only a dim light next to her bed, the hospital quiet for once. The world seemed to drift away, and we were locked into our own little world that only included us—together. It was strange to already be this close to Bella; I had only known her for a month. Even though I had spent almost every day here for that month, not only for school, but to see her of course.

Bella was amazing, she hadn't really opened up, but I knew some things about her. She didn't quiet understand her illness; she explained the doctor couldn't explain it very easily. All she knew was she had to live in the hospital, only allowed to leave during day light hours. She said she had been there since she was younger, and she didn't remember much besides the hospital. Her parents apparently disowned her, frustrated with the way everything was turning out, and moved across the country. Bella was a very interesting person. She loved sports and exercise. She really loved soccer, and had played for years before the hospital. She also enjoyed video games, which was out of the ordinary. She said she had played volleyball a bit in middle school, but she felt that she sucked—which I highly doubted.

She loved music, just like me. I found that to be a good string to latch onto to pull me closer to her since she liked pretty much everything from current music all the way back to the 70's and 80's. Her favorite show was 'That's 70's Show' and sleep was one of her favorite hobbies, though she wasn't good at waking up late or going to bed late. She enjoyed texting, though she hadn't had anyone to text recently. Her favorite candy was chocolate, and she had a strange fear of bunnies. Her birthday was April 23rd and she had one little brother who she never really liked. And the only thing she didn't seem comfortable talking about was her old best friend, Sophie Carter. I wanted to know more, but I wasn't going to get nosy just to know a secret. If she wanted to tell me, she'd tell me eventually.

Until then, I'd enjoy every moment with her, and try to lighten up her life a little. I popped back into reality when my phone went off with Seether's new song "Breakdown". I sighed annoyingly and pulled it out of my pocket to see Alice had sent me a text.

"Time to come home you love bird. Bella needs sleep too you know! ;D" I rolled my eyes as I shut my phone. Bella smiled, sniffling a little. She seemed to be okay now. I slid off the bed as she closed the notebook and dropped it on the floor next to her. She leaned forward to give me a hug. "Be sure to tell them that one of these days I wont give you back!" she joked. I nodded, that would be a very, very happy day for Edward. I laughed lightly.

"See you tomorrow?" I asked as I walked slowly towards the door. She nodded, smiling. So I took one last glance, smiling as she stared at me. Her eyes were filled with that emotion again. The emotion I just couldn't put a name to. I hadn't seen it before—well I had, but not like that. I smiled and winked at her as I shut the door. I heard her giggled one last time as it clicked shut, and I saw her cheeks light up with blush.

Bella was truly an amazing person…