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This chapter is dedicated to EVERYONE who was either reviewed (mainly them), everyone who Favourited my story, everyone was has Alerted too. But overall dedication to LUV.FITCH.CULLEN!!! because even though she is busy jumping about because Jack's there, she still found time to talk to me. Luv ya loads Fitch!

See you at the end…

Chapter 12

Someone was kicking me…repeatedly…painfully. I groaned. Tried to roll over. But tied to something. Still kicking me. In the leg. It hurt. My mind. A mishmash of thoughts and emotions. My head. Felt like on fire. My eyes. Refused to open. No coherent thoughts. I remembered. The hospital. Newspaper headlines. Attacks. Star. Rose. Alice. Jasper. Mom. Emmett. Carlisle. Esme. Jessica. Angela. Jake. The ball. Edward. Being kissed. Being left alone. My fault. I was here. And it was my fault. Wrists tied up. Thrown in a bag. Hitting my head. Ow. This is painful. Darkness. Doomed. More pain. Now. My leg. Liquid sliding over it. Drying stiff and hard. I want mom. I want college. I want my bed. I want home. I was trapped here. Prisoner. Victim. Hurt. In pain. Captive.

The kicking carried on. There was a sickening crack and a burning pain began in my shin. I cried out in pain. That woke me up. My eyes opened but was met my blackness, darkness surrounding me. I gulped. I remembered what had happened at the hospital. Oh no, no one knew where I was. I was going to die. I squeezed my eyes shut but I couldn't escape the dark looming in and around me. I swallowed and a horrible dry sensation filled my mouth and throat. Alcohol. It was still a faint taste in my mouth and the rag was drying out. The sticky duct tape still resided over my mouth. I need some water. A drink. Any drink. My stomach rumbled. I hadn't eaten in days. I'd been unconscious in hospital for almost a week; I hadn't eaten in that time at all. I'd been too tired. My head felt like I was having a really strong hangover, I remembered Emmett's words while I'd been unconscious. I laughed inwardly at my faint attempt to cheer myself up from my impending doom. I was still tired though. But I knew I hadn't been doing anything. Still, I slipped back off into sleep, a safe haven from the ongoing pain.

My mom and dad standing. My graduation. Impossible. Dead. Pain. Oh, so much pain. A familiar car. Mom. Dad. Lights up ahead. Mom. Cowering. Dad. Shouting. Me. Screaming. Collision. More pain. Knives. Shooting up spine. Dying. Bleeding. Lots of blood. Tears. Flowers. Dead. Funeral. White dress. Me. Singing. Sad. Them. Dead. Rose. Arm around me. New home. New mom. New dad. New sister. New brother. Alice. Talking. Crying. Car crash. Headline. More tears. Darkness. Graduation. Again. Smiles. College. Acceptance. Goodbye. Bags, Packed. Leaving. Blood. Pain. In Love. First time. Edward. Kissed. Loved. Hugged. Dance. Attacked. Pain. Leg. Blood. Crack. Pain. Black. Sleep.

My dreams were haunting. Horrific and happy images flying past my eyes as I slept restlessly. My bad times and good pushed together to form a scary montage of my life. My parent's crash but I wasn't there. It still scared me. Time passes slowly, I thought back to what Rose had told me at the funeral when she put her arm around me and took me back to my new home. I was afraid and hurt. I had cried myself to sleep often, when I first moved in. I had separated myself from everyone until my birthday. Then I threw myself into life head first and had fun, fun, fun and this is where I ended up. The kicker was back, my other leg this time.

Kick. Kick. Kick. Kick. Steady. Pulse. Kick. Kick. Kick. Torture. Slow. Pain. Dead. Life. Baby. Mom. Dad. Toddler. Nappy. Pregnant. New. Sister. Isadora. Playing. Fun. Help. Dead. Car. Crash. Pain. Hurt. Alone. Kick. Stamp. Kick. Thud. Kick. Kick. Step. Pain. Blood. Kick. Kick. CRACK!

A sickening crack again. I cried out louder. I wished they would kill me soon. I just wanted them to stop the pain. I hoped my friends, family and boyfriend, I suppose that was what Edward was, knew I was gone and were looking for me. Alice and Rose were quicker than this. They were keeping me longer to hurt me more. I wanted to have strength but hope was failing me. I need every ounce of hope and power to escape this hell. I was so thirsty and hungry.

Footsteps. Bag. Over. Head. Blindfold. Yanked. Off. Pain. Hurt. Blood. Gore. Attacked. Victim. HELP!

The bag was still dark and I couldn't tell whether it was day or night but at least I knew someone was here with me. Not that it helped much by the fact that they were the enemy. I held onto my faint hope. Maybe the police had a lead. I hadn't gotten round to reading the case notes that Carlisle was going to give me. I started to cry. Cold and hot tears snaked down my dry cheeks, offering little comfort. I twisted my wrists in vain but they were tied tight. My ankles were still tied up too. I circled them and tried to loosen the ropes I was tied with.

After what seemed like an hour of trying to escape my restraints, I gave up. I didn't need vision to know that they were red raw. I felt a fist connect with my face and my head get thrown to the left but no pain. I was past the weak pain barrier. I could feel blood pulsing out of my legs. Both, evidently, broken and snapped practically and uncleanly in two. My captor was egging me on to cry or make a sound but I remained, closed off in my head, singing to myself and thinking good things. I could neither tell if my captor was male or female but I didn't care I just wanted to escape. My stomach audibly rumbled. My captor laughed loudly so it was easy to tell it was fake. I smirked, though the pain was immeasurable. My legs pulsed painfully and then I was aware that gentle hands were wrapping them up, not too tightly, but I could tell I was getting weaker with blood loss. It felt as though I was sitting on the floor, a wooden floor by the feel of it under my hands.

'We don't particularly want blood everywhere,' a kinder more feminine voice whispered to me as she dressed my wounds. I almost smiled at how sincere she sounded. Somewhere floating around in my head, I knew that voice but I couldn't quite place it. I wanted sleep but with the pain it was near impossible.

I was loosing consciousness slowly, I felt like death warmer up. I knew I was dying. It was quite ironic. The way everyone described. A dark tunnel leading to a bright light. I could see flashing lights through the gloom and I was happy.

I only just realised I have done a cliffy at the end of each chapter but there you go.

BELLA'S DEAD. Well dying, anyway. I'm pure evil, I know.

BTW Just to clear this up from the last chapter: Edward wasn't there when Bella got kidnapped; she'd sent him home because he'd been there since she'd been admitted.

Luv ya all loads,

Beth 'Pure Evil' Cullen

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