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-Chapter 14-
Alice's POV
I hung up the phone warily and dropped it on the ground. I felt so exhausted and worn and I felt something hot and stick trickle down onto the leather seat of Carlisle's car. I felt a little bit of guilt because I was grossing up his car but at the same time I couldn't care. The pain became overwhelming and I wanted to scream in pain.
I felt like thrashing my head back and forth and breaking in the car windows and just releasing the anger and pain the was dwelling up within me. I wanted to take a glass vase and smash it against the wall. I wanted to squeeze a metal pole and bend it. I wanted to climb up the Empire State building or the Needle Point tower in Seattle and jump off.
I wanted to believe that I could fly. I can just take off and leave my past behind me. I can try and escape the pain I felt right now. The confusion and remorse that I knew was within me. I wanted to yell at every single one of the human beings that has ever bothered me. I wanted to scream at Jessica Stanley for bullying me about my so-called 'fantasy' of becoming a model. I wanted to strangle Lauren Mallory for manipulating me and everyone else.
These thoughts I were having were crucial, but I just felt so angry.
That's when I had had it.
I sat up straight and gasped in pain as the shock of the bulleted wound coursed through my body. I pressed my right hand onto it tightly and kicked open the door of Carlisle's car and bolted right towards the door of the house where I heard grunting and yelling. Charlie and Carlisle were definitely arguing and no doubt were they fighting physically.
A huge amount of rage came over me and I pushed open the door and let it smack hard against the wall. I felt myself flush in anger and I dropped my right hand that was clutched to my side. I tightened my hands in fists and I glared at Charlie in pure rage.
I have never felt this way towards him before. But the fucking fact that he was drinking and was thinking about committing suicide is freaking ridiculous. He needs to wake the fuck up and realize that what he was doing is completely out of proportion! I'm not going to hurt him... much.
"Alice! Get back in the care!" Carlisle growled as he was pinned to the ground my a glowering Charlie.
I ignored him and pulled Charlie up with all of my strength. He was utterly surprised that I was able to lift someone heavier than myself up. But Edward had always told me that I was strong if I believed in myself.
And the hell I did.
"Wake the fuck up, Charlie. Bella's alive and on her way right now. Stay put on that fucking couch," I jabbed my finger to one of the two sofas. "and stay quiet or I'll personally hurt you."
He tried to shove me back but was unsuccessful, I stood my ground.
I held him by the color and shoved him against one of the walls. His head made a louding banging sound and he slid to the ground. I turned around and headed towards the door in time to meet Isabella standing right in front of me with the most smug smile on her face.
"Well done, Alice." She smiled.
Edward's POV
Everything was so foggy. I squinted really hard in hopes of making out some sort of shape through this cloud of whiteness but nothing. I kept walking, though. I couldn't give up. I've walked so far, maybe ten miles? I don't know. My legs were numb and it just felt like I hadn't stopped walking for hours. I was beyong exhausted. I knew that if I gave up walking, I'd pass out for an indefinite amount of time.
So I didn't give up. I kept on walking and trying to figure out where I am. But this place was never-ending. It felt like no matter how far I try to walk, I'll never get to the end of it.
I feel like the Universe is laughing at me. Like it's purposely adding more length to this endless foggy road. It was as if I was their lab rat - a science experiment. They wanted to see how long it would be until I gave up and go insane.
I feel isolated. I feel alone. I feel like no one is in existance and it was all up to me to start a new civilization. But how can I do that if there's no one else around? Was this some kind of joke? Am I on a hidden prank show? No.
This is just a dream.
And I had to keep reminding myself of that.
I kept walking. I kept on walking. I couldn't stop now, not now. I had a goal to achieve. And I'm not going to quit. I've come this far and I feel so close to the end. I know I'll get to the end of this road. And when I do, my surprise will be awaiting. Whether it's my death or my future. I will obtain my goal of walking this foggy path.
I squinted again, for what seemed like the hundredth time the past minute and finally, I see a grey shape. It was a figure of a person.
"Hello?" I called, walking a little faster. The figure stayed the same shape and didn't appear to come any closer, even though I kept speed-walking closer to it.
"Who are you?" I yelled, running this time.
It felt like I was dragging a ton of weights behind me - I looked back.
The figure was behind me, too. The same distance as it would have been if I looked forward - I looked forward.
My heart rate sped up and the figure was now visible. I nearly jumped.
"Edward..." There stood Isabella Swan right in front of me, naked. She had bruises and cuts all over her body and she looked utterly destroyed. Her expression was blank and empty.
I had come to the conclusion that this was the end of the endless path. This is my surprise.
"Bella..." I croaked, my voice sounding weak. I hadn't seen her since I had drifted off to sleep. And who knows when I'll see her again. Maybe she's sitting on that stool still, beside my hospital bed. Or did she leave?
"Goodbye," She whispered and fog clouded around her then cleared up.
She disappeared.
"BELLA!" I woke up with the heart moniter beeping widly. Sweat embroided my face and there were nurses flying everywhere around me frantically. There had to be at least eight nurses. Some were changing that bag full of liquid and some were taking out IVs only to replace them with even more. One took away the breathing mask around my face and another got a damp cloth and dabbed my sweaty forehead.
"Calm down, sweetie, you're all right." One of the nurses said in a peachy voice. I looked around me, hoping Bella was still in the room but she wasn't. I frowned at one of the nurses.
"Where's-s B-bella?" An odd shiver trickled down my spine.
"She said she had to run an errand quickly. Don't worry, dear, she'll be back." The nurse smiled and quickly left through the door.
"Where's the doctor?" I all but yelled, and I was utterly suprised that my stutter was gone. They said it was supposed to stay for weeks. Fuck it.
The nurses just kept going wildly in and out of my room. My heart moniter was still crazy and my face felt hot. The sweat was coming again and I felt panic arise. My throat had a lump in it, like I was on the verge of breaking into wild tears.
What the hell is happening?
"WHERE'S THE DOCTOR?" I screamed at the top of my lungs, panting.
"Put him to sleep!" One of the nurses yelled and suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my right thigh.
A silver syringe was jabbed in front of me in plain sight and I instantly felt sickness in the midst of my stomach. I felt the bile rise in my throat and fetl nauseated. One of the female nurses laid something on my stomach and that's when it triggered.
Accidentally, I threw up whatever content that was laying on my stomach all over the young nurse. I felt regret about my actions but it's not like I could have helped it. I'm in the hospital for Pete's sake!
"Oh goodness!" The nurse explained with a startled expression.
"Sorry," I murmured quietly, audible enough for anybody two feet away to hear.
"It's okay dear." She smiled and continued on with her work, ignoring the fact that I just puked all over her.
"May I ask of you a favor... please...?" I gasped.
"Dear, you shouldn't speak but what do you need?" She looked at me tentatively.
"Get me my Bella," I replied tiredly.
I felt the drowsiness begin to cloud my mind and my limbs started to feel weak. That injection was starting to have an effect on me.
"I promise that the next time you wake up, she'll be here. Right here." She smiled.
And that was the last thing before I was forced into unconsciousness.
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