Okay….we need a bitch note here because I am thoroughly pissed off. LaViolentFemme—for your information this story really is true, I apologize if it is a bit too realistic for you. And I have a question for you, is it possible for more than one person to have similar lives? To be frank I have never heard of the book Get Well Soon and if you believe this story is stolen from someone else I can give you more than one phone number for you to call to people that will validate my story. Also I'm 18 thank you VERY much. The conclusion I have for you is thus: don't like, don't read.

Drawing Conclusions on you—there is one thing I do agree with that LaViolentFemme said: using text—speak such as ** is very childish. As for shrinks, I've seen enough of them to last me a life time thank you VERY much. And I notice you haven't written any stories yourself so if you are going to criticize on my "poorly—written fanfic" make sure you have experience on the matter.

Sexxi Bexxi xx—Welcome :D there is plenty more to this story to come I promise.

Cullensluvsyouu—thank you sooooo much for that, you are the first person to tell me anything like that and I hope reconnecting with your family will go well and know that I'm praying for you.

Dream Painter: You. Are. My. HERO. You have been with me on every step of the way so far so this chapter is for you :D .

To those who have yet to review (137 hits! Omg….i cant even process this!) I'm sorry it took so long to update…Lots of drama going on that I promise you will hear about later.

Bella

Two days passed with me practicing my smile. I keep telling myself that there is no point in beating myself up over him, I'm never going to see him again….why bother? Dad, do you have any idea how hard all of this is? I keep having nightmares about the night you died…I think that's why I'm still here is because I keep waking up screaming. Every time they come running into my room and hold me until my stupid tears stop flowing. Every time they touch me with the idea of comfort I flinch away, it's not THEM I want touching me, but him. I want my Jasper.

I found myself wondering if there was a purpose in staying alive daddy, how silly was that?

When I get home daddy…you will see your Angel again.

"Bella?" A doctor I've never seen before called my name "Your mother is here. Guess who's going home today?" A moment of fear raced through my veins…this is it. It's finally all going to be over and done with…

I loaded up into my mothers van and flinched when she pulled the car over to the side of the road. "Bella," she whispered "are you going to try to die again?" I flinched yet again and told her quite honestly "no" Of course I'm not going to try mother…I'm going to die. There is no "Try" in that.

"Just remember that people care about you. You have a REASON to stay here Bells" her eyes widened as I threw the door to the van open. "Humor me love, don't run away." My face went hard as I responded,

"Fuck you, bitch, I'm not in the mood to 'humor'"

The next morning

I had spent the night in the local homeless shelter planning the details for today. Today was the day I was going to die…I had to hurry, I couldn't give anyone the chance at changing my mind. I slipped my father's .44 Desert Eagle into my bag. It was dangerous to bring a gun to school but in my little hometown…there was no such thing as "security". Squaring my shoulders I carefully walked into the crowded commons. I almost laughed at how silent it became, almost as if someone pressed the "mute" button.

Christine came running up to me hugging me and crying quite pitifully. She took my hand and led me back to our table where four of my other friends sat. Emily, Sarah, Suzanne, and Mark. Naturally they became all blubbery and full of sniffles but once again they all froze when someone walked up behind me.

"Bella," he whispered… and just like a year ago I whirled around and slapped him. Only this time I didn't apologize.

"What the hell do you want Edward?"

He smirked "I just wanted to make sure you were still alive."

"I'm here aren't I? How's Alice?"

"Wonderful"

I lost it…I couldn't help it. "Where were you Edward? I called you….I needed you! You could have stopped all of this! What…why?"

"I was with Alice, you think I was going to interrupt our date by answering a call from my Ex?"

I really thought about shooting him but that would be redundant wouldn't it? Instead I turned on my heel and walked to 1st hour Web Design. I wrote my goodbye note…I forgot last time.

To all who cares to read,

I give up. Christine I'm sorry…Don't blame yourself for not being able to stop me in time.

Edward, I can't believe I trusted you…. You could have stopped this. I loved you! Pluto isn't even a planet Edward!

For everyone else,

I'll see you soon.

Bella, The Mockingbird.

Second Hour, Creative Writing. My teacher Mrs. Courtney handed me an envelope from Christine. Inside was a single photo of the Fallen Angel. Christine knew I would have wanted to see what I looked like that night…it was beautiful and perfect.

Third hour, Health Sciences.

I was a Teachers Aid for this class and they were all away at clinicals leaving me alone in an empty classroom. I pulled out the Eagle…it was now or never. I smiled as the cold metal touched my temple. "Hush little baby don't say a word…daddies gonna buy you a mocking bird…." My finger lightly wound around the trigger and I slowly began to squeeze the trigger.

"I tried to kill the pain, but only brought more…I lay dying as I'm pouring—"

I glanced at my phone to shut it up. I didn't recognize the number and kept the gun pressed to my temple as I answered with a shaky "hello?"

"Can I talk to the woman who goes by Ms. Fake Smile please?"

My mouth popped open and the gun slipped from my fingers and clattered acrossed the floor.

"Jasper?"

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