CHAPTER5

…:::Secrets:::…

Bella tried to place her arms on the railing with her foot pointing down, but her ankle was throbbing. The pain was excoriating and it was weakening her ability to balance herself as she should in the advanced class she was in. She had the talent. But lately, Bella was slipping down a deep thick slum that pulled her down with each tick on clock. Eventually, Bella will realize reality. But for now Bella will be the cockroach survivor that is being targeted, for well, being Bella.

As the bell rang across the hallway and into the worn speakers in Bella's classroom, girls gathered around into their own cliques. Victoria and Oria stood three feet away from her snickering and sneakily sharing glances towards Bella, or so they thought.

"Has she ever heard of a brush?" Victoria snickered. Her blue eyes, cold and icy as her miserable twenty year old heart is. Victoria was the Dean's niece. In other words, she was important and Bella wasn't. But Bella didn't care. Bella didn't seem to notice anything outside of her comfort zone.

Oria's laughter followed Victoria's remark. "Maybe someone should tell her to invest in one"

"Maybe…we should" Victoria smirked and faced the unsuspecting Bella.

"Swan…you know what you should do tonight?" Victoria placed her hand on the wooden rail and leaned on, her left knee bending. Victoria glanced at the mirror infront of her and stared at her reflection then back at Bella.

Oria watched, waiting for Victoria to make Bella cry but Bella barely paid Victoria any attention. "Swan, when I'm talking to you, you look at me"

Victoria felt threatened and glared at Bella. She glanced at Bella's navy bag pack sitting idly on the sleek wooden flooring and quickly got an idea. She was going to get Swan back.

"Enjoy your shower Swan" Victoria spat venomously and walked past Bella, with Oria on her trail.

Back in the changing room, Bella Swan ditched her ratty chucks beside the bench and glanced at the old changing room. The walls had stains on them, each tile stained with the over redundant chemicals. The flooring was made of unstraightened tiles. She hated dirty places, this isn't the right changing room, it was dirty and stinky. Its aroma carried the stale scents of body odor and wet socks. She tried calming herself because this is reality and she needs to shake of what happened today with a shower. The more she showered, the cleaner she would be. Cleaner and fresher. Her scent won't be caught by those rancid monsters, god she hated cockroaches. Squirmy, slimy creatures. They weren't going to catch her now, she was safe. For now

Bella slipped out of her clothes and folded them neatly into her bag. The lockers were too filthy.

Her flips flops protected her feet as she walked towards the shower stalls with her towel on, she nudged the stall's door open with the bottom of her footwear and used her bleach spray to sanitize the stall, three sprays on each side of all the handles and some extensive pumps for the soap handler and the hanger. After she felt satisfied with the extra sanitizing later on, she kicked the door closed and locked it, before facing her surroundings. From her position, she could see her small reflection in the unclean shower faucet. Dried soap residue sounded her and where on every spot she laid her eyes on. She grabbed the bleach spray again and sprayed the walls, washing whatever she feared down towards the little whole in the floor. Then sprayed the shower faucets.

little sounds of water drops splashing against a water surface , caught her attention. She slowly glanced down at her feet. Her heartbeat accelerating.

Her flip flops where completely immersed in a puddle that kept on increasing as the broken showerhead dripped with muddy water, black water. She jumped back and slammed into the rusty door behind her, splashing more of the water on her. She struck her hand into the door handle and tore it open and let out a scream as she realized that she stepped into a bigger puddle, her feet where invisible in the dark liquid. More water came down from all the stalls, the shower heads where all on and Bella struggled to maintain calamity. They were here. They finally found her and she was stuck in here, helpless and she hated it. She kicked at the water and tried to get to the door that led to the outside before they clutched their nasty legs on her and tore at her. No, she won't let them. She won't hand herself to them like a weak lamp, she was going to fight, er, run away.

She struck her hand to her sides to balance herself, wide eyes she stared at the person infront of her. She tried blinking the moisture out of her eyes.

"Ms. Swan!" Edward's professor exclaimed as he saw Isabella. "Think you can just leave and not face the truth? To the dean's office, come with me" Professor Keminsky grabbed the crack head by her arms and dragged her to meet her punishment. Kids now days, think they can do whatever they want as soon as they're away from their rents.

"G-get of me, what do you want from me" Bella tried scratching his hands away and pulling free. He didn't understand!

"Ms. Swan what exactly do you think you're doing?" Professor Keminsky came to a halt infront of her.

"Leave me. Please" Bella whispered and glanced down.

"Ms. Swan-"

"Bella" She snapped.

"Ms. Swan being under the influence of highly in fluensive substance that may I remind you is illegal takes away every right the you have. I'm very glad that I stopped you before you do more harm to you-"

"Shut up"

" young lady you are in a lot of trouble already-"

"Just shut up and let go!" Bella kicked his shins and struggled against him while he took hold of both her wrists.

"Ms. Swan-"

"Shut up. Shut up, Shut up!" Bella screeched in the empty hallway, disrupting the ongoing classes.

"Lower your voice" he hissed in her face.

"No! Shut up" She screamed at the top of her voice.

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Edward pushed his locker and locked it."…so, it's at my house, and you're invited. You can bring you friends. It'll be fun, there will be booze and some speed" Tanya Denali twirled her blonde her, coyly at Edward.

"I'll make a note of that" He threw his backpack over his shoulder.

"call me!" She called behind him as he walked away.

Edward managed his way through the hallways when he heard the screams. What the hell?

It was only then did he hear actual words.

"No, let go off me!"

"Not until you-"

Edward sped his pace up and ran towards the screams. He knew that voice. That's the voice that tormented him repeatedly.

"Bella" Edward called and walked towards the scene, confused. This was the second time his math professor search for Bella.

"Mr. Cullen, this is what your stash is doing to this girl's poor mind"

"With all due respect Professor Keminsky, but there is no stash and you have no evidence."

"She is my proof"

"She isn't your proof. Bella do you want to stay with him?" Edward looked at Bella.

"No" Her lips trembled.

"It's not her choice Mr. Cullen, and I suggest that you step back-"

"I suggest that you let of her immediately or we will be talking about sexual assault" Edward glared.

"How dare-"

"Bella is clearly uncomfortable with your arms around her when she is just wearing a towel" Edward pressed.

"My arms are not around her, I was simply trying to escort her-"

"And who is going to defend you? I'm the only witness and Bella has marks on her skin, that would match with your needy hands" Edward reminded him.

"How dare you threaten me" He let go of Bella and stepped towards Edward.

"And now, Bella is my witness because you're threatening me, a student that was simply stating facts that could end you in jail."

Professor Keminsky started at Edward for a moment before taking a step back. "Ms. Swan, I see that you don't need my help today, have a good day" He glared at Edward before walking away.

"So, my math professor seems to have this amusing fascination with you…but you wouldn't happen to know why, do you?" Edward winked at Bella before glancing down at her and frowned disapprovingly. "Bella, why are you in a towel in the middle of the hallway?"

"I don't know" She whispered softly.

"Hey" He called for her attention "…he didn't do anything, did he?" Edward searched for any change of expression on her beautiful face. "Bella, look at me" He murmured and touched her chin softly with his hand.

She looked up and sucked a deep breath in. "No, he didn't do that"

"Then wh-"

"Can you keep a secret?"

(A/N)

I should be studying now… damn you fanfiction. I have exams next week and they are worth 50 percent of my final mark. Everytime I try to study, my fingers ache to finish this story. Whatever, I'll just cram everything and work my magic. Now for a real note towards my readers, What do you think the secret Bella will tell him?

Just a few clarifications… This story is through a third narrator (myself). Edward is not stalking her because he met her with Emmet at the coffee shop. And as I mentioned earlier, Bella is schizophrenic. Not everything she sees is there. Because of the nature of this story, I will not mention this again just to make the story interesting and semi mysterious. Edward does not know that she is schizophrenic. Due to the fact that this is my first time writing this type of story and my amazing interest in psychology, I will be dropping hints throughout the stories. I realize that some things are straining your brains, but leave me a review and ill clear things up. Okay? Great.

Now I'll post this chapter on Fanfic and will go to sleep, hear that girl? You need to go sleep because tomorrow you will study for sure. You posted this chapter at 2:06 AM, now prepare for the next update around Jan28th, which is a Tuesday.

I'm a lousy updater and I haven't been on Fanfic frequently, but I read this story called "The Red Line" by WinndSinger and it has my heart torn. I love psychological stories. If you guys know any…please tell me!

Until then My cheeky Monkeys!