Gaahhhh I'm sorry guys x.x This chapter is really short and icky, but I didn't know what to write. x.x I will have something better up soon, promise!
Edward was really nice, and I had to give that to him. He was letting me stay at his place and he even gave me a few changes of clothes until I could go to my shithole apartment to get my ratty, old clothes. But he forgot who he was dealing with. He forgot who I was. And he forgot the number one thing you shouldn't do when dealing with a girl like me:
Never leave a manic depressant alone in a house.
Yes, I did take a shower. And yes, I changed into the clothes he gave me like a good little girl. But it was all too easy to find where he kept his shaving razors. It was too easy to hop into the shower and bring the razor to my skin. The blood pouring out felt nice. I watched with satisfaction. The mantra played over and over in my head: You're worthless, you're worthless, you're worthless… And I believed it. I wasn't guilty of cutting myself in a stranger's house, because that's not how we work. We're kind of like druggies, only we hate pills. We prefer our own brand of self destruction.
I let myself bleed out before turning on the shower and washing away all the evidence. A few minutes of running water in the shower and a few band aids and it looked like nothing happened. All. Too. Easy.
Afterwards I actually did take a shower. I really needed one. I had no job, so I had no money, which meant I had no water in my apartment. The only shower I had now was the stupid rain that was always falling. He had nice strawberry scented shampoo, and it felt so nice to be clean again.
Once I got out of the shower, I gaped at the difference in my appearance. My face was clean, the complexion smooth and fresh. My eyes were still extremely dark underneath, and I cringed at the realization he was going to make me sleep. I hated being asleep and only dozed off when it was absolutely necessary. Except for last night.
I changed into the oversized green long sleeve shirt he lent me, and the black pair of shorts he lent me as well. I walked into the kitchen and gaped at what I saw. It was like the Food Network had thrown up all over the room. Pans upon pots of burnt mystery food lay in the sink, untouched. Take out boxes over flowed the trashcan, with an unworldly smell coming out of them. Oh my. Did this guy know what a feather duster was?
Over the half an hour we was gone I managed to clean most of the kitchen. It was the one thing I did when there was nothing else to do. It was my only solace nowadays. It was weird, but true. The dishes were washed, the trash was taken out, and the refrigeration de-hazarded.
When he came home, he took one step into the kitchen and was shocked. "What the…how did..?" He stuttered out, setting the grocery bags on the counter.
"I cleaned it." I said obviously and peek at the top of the bag. I saw carrots. Ugh…He emptied out the bags and put the stuff away. It was mostly instant meals. That was a good idea on his part…My eyes widened as he pulled out something I hadn't seen in years "Ice cream…" I whispered, staring at it all stupidly like it was the fucking Holy Grail or something.
He just laughed and said "Yeah, I got vanilla, I hope you like that." I stared at him. He got that for me? I could have it? I could only nod, surprised at the kindness I hadn't seen in so long.
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Bella was so adorable. She looked at the quart of ice cream I bought like it was diamonds "C-could I….have some now?" She asked softly, and then looked down, her cheeks turning the cutest shade of pink. I nodded and handed it to her, and then got out a newly clean spoon for her. I couldn't believe she cleaned the whole kitchen. It looked like…Esme's kitchen, almost.
She ate the whole thing. In like, thirty minutes. I was surprise, and I was happy. Even though it was really unhealthy, at least she was eating.
The rest of the evening she just sat down and didn't really do much. I wondered what was going on in that head of hers, and what she was thinking. By her facial expressions, it was nothing good.
She suddenly stood at about 9PM and said "I think I'm going to go to sleep,"
I smiled and awkwardly waved to her "Goodnight, Bella," She walked into her room and closed the door all but a crack. I kind of felt bad that I wasn't nicer to her. But it was hard, considering her condition, and considering we were both complete strangers. Tomorrow I'd take her back to her apartment to get her clothes to make it up to her.
After washing the dishes, I turned in myself. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.
At about four in the morning I was awoken by something horrible. A loud, terrified, blood-curdling scream rang throughout the house and hurt my ears. I knew that voice. It was Bella. And something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
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