A/N: Don't own Twilight
A/N: Don't own Twilight.
Bella's POV
I can't deal with all this. I was currently curled up on Edward's couch panting while Edward screamed and sobbed down there.
I couldn't think. I had to work hard just to continue to breath.
To bad you're not a vampire. A voice in my head sighed regretfully. Then you wouldn't need to breath.
Ugh. I couldn't think of what I did under pressure.
Well you never get this pressured. The voice in my head reminded me. You never let it get that bad. If you know what I mean.
For a second I had no clue what this Mini-me meant. But then suddenly it came to me or really came back to me literally.
I saw the gleam of two razors sitting on one of Edward's bookshelf. One gold one diamond.
Holy shit! Those were my razors. After a few (A/N: I tried to put this is a random spot so that people would read this author's note. I believe that I should apologize for taking so long to upload. So here's my explanation: My internet was broken for the longest time and before that I was sick and between the broken internet and my sickness my family keeps trying to keep my from what I love to do a.k.a writing and on top of all that I'm getting glasses and my boyfriend is really sick and I think I might have given it to him. Ugh I feel so bad. Well I'm not looking for pity I'm just looking for people who under stand. dries tear well on with the story. Enjoy!) minutes of staring blankly at the two razors the voice of my Mini-me came drifting back to me.
Well you never get this pressured. You never let it get that bad. If you know what I mean.
I rose, visibly trembling from head to toe. With shaking fingers I reached for my diamond razor.
Better to cut yourself with. Mini-me said in a annoying sing-song voice.
The thought of slicing my arm with my razor stopped the trembling in my hands. It was my thing. It was the thing that kept me happy kept me grounded.
I sat down for a few seconds and then began to move. Slowly, I lifted it to my arm the cool diamond brushing the softness of my skin. But before I could cut myself a cooled hand caught my wrist.
I jerked my head up my eyes coming level with beautiful onyx eyes. Edward sat kneeling down in front of me, bronze hair disheveled looking more ragged then ever.
"Edward." I breathed. Without taking his gaze from mine Edward effortlessly pried the razor from my stiff hand.
"No." he whispered. "Never again, my love, never again."
A/N: Cliff hanger. Will it be Bella's last hurting fest or will it just be evidence to Edward that Bella indeed didn't mean the "Not Hurting" promise she had made.
Smiles and Fangs,
Not Dead Yet!