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Chap 4 - Stuck

EPOV

It was about 2:30 am when I showed back up at Bella's house. The lights were off so I knew that Jacob had left. I walked up to the door and turned the knob, it was unlocked. But why would Jacob leave the door unlocked?

I pushed the door open and it gave off a loud squealing noise. From looking at the house outside and inside today added to the door making noise you would think this was one of those haunted houses at a carnival.

I walked into the living room and walked towards the steps, stopping about 8 feet from them. The room had a slight chill, like what you would feel on a cool summer morning. Even with as cool as my skin was I could feel it. So far nothing had happened. Yet.

I remembered what Jacob had said about where Bella died; the kitchen. He told us that she was protective not only her room but the kitchen as well. I turned and walked into the kitchen, with my sensitive eyes I didn't need a light but I reached to the wall and turned it on anyway. It looked just as it had before; nothing was different. Except the two pill bottles on the table.

Effexor and Oxycontin. The same drugs Bella took her life with. Both half full and their lids caped.

The room suddenly got colder. Just enough that you could barely see your breath but it was colder. I reached across the table to grab the bottles and……the lights went out and I heard something spill all over the table. I turned around and walked back over to the wall, turning on the light.

The bottles were now on their side, lids on the floor and about 100 small pills littered the table. I may not have Jaspers ability but I could feel the anger and confusion in the air.

I quickly sorted the pills and placed them back into their rightful containers. I picked both containers up and walked over towards the garbage can. The closer I got to the garbage can the colder it got. I was only about a foot away from it when the silverware drawer suddenly opened and crashed to the ground. Two large sharp knives sliding to a stop at my feet. Sharp edge against my shoe.

Was I making her angry again? Apparently. She was warning me to stop.

I walked back over to the table and sat the containers back where I got them. The room felt a little less cool.

But I wasn't here to play in the kitchen. I was here because I wanted up those stairs. And I was going to get up them.

I walked out of the kitchen turning off the light and walked towards the steps. I stepped up onto the first step. Nothing.

Second step nothing. Step three, the radio from upstairs started screeching. I ignored it.

Step 4 a frame hit the floor. Then I noticed the similarities.

She was doing exactly what she did earlier. Now I knew what to expect.

The same things happened on steps five to seven.

This is where I had to stop last time. I was 'shoved' last time I tried reaching step eight. This time I wasn't going to be stopped.

I jumped.

I made it to the top step. I was now on the second floor. Or so I thought.

Suddenly it felt like I was hit by Emmett, when he decides he wants to wrestle. I was so surprised that I actually lost my footing and fell, yes fell, down 4 stairs before pushing away and landing the my feet at the bottom of the staircase.

Why did she not want anyone up there?

If she had waited so long for me, why wouldn't she let me up?

I was getting frustrated. I decided that I didn't care how angry she got I was getting up there.

I leaped from the bottom of the stairs to the second floor landing, the quickly moved towards her room.

I heard glass shatter from the bathroom. I had to pass it on my way to her room so I decided to check it first.

As I entered the bathroom, I saw the pieces of glass. Large pieces scattered along the floor. I picked them up and sat them in the sink, then carefully began placing them back into place in the mirror.

I was finally ready to put in the last piece. I reached down to pick it up out of the sink when the room turned icy cold.

I could plainly see my breath and even with my tolerance to climate, I started to shiver. I grabbed the piece of glass slowly and the looked back up to the mirror and my body froze.

Bella.

I could clearly see her. As if she was really there. She was standing behind me off to my right by the door. I blinked thinking it was just my imagination. It wasn't.

She looked dead, no pun intended. She was wearing a dark blue turtleneck sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans. You could clearly tell she had lost a lot of weight. But it wasn't the ways she looked that shocked me it was the look at her eyes.

There were dark rings around her eyes. So purple they were almost black. Then I looked into her eyes. The eyes that were once a warm brown color were now a deep gray color. There was no life there. Nothing.

She was looking at me through the mirror, like I was her. I looked closer at her eyes. They held sadness, pain, surprise, but what killed me the most was that the most prominent emotion was hatred.

"Bella.." I whispered so low that I though she wouldn't hear.

All at once pure hatred shot through her eyes and the mirror I had just put back together, that I was practically face to face with, shattered; sending new shards everywhere. If I were human I would have needed hundreds of stitches to close wounds that the glass would have caused, but my granite skin protected me.

I turned towards were she had been 'standing'. She was gone.

I heard the radio kick on and Bella's lullaby fill the top floor.

I walked towards her room. The same cold air was still in the house.

I opened her bedroom door. I had succeeded this far and I was going all the way.

I opened the door.

It was the same as I had remembered it. Then I saw Bella.

She was sitting on her bed looking towards the window.

I walked into the room surprised she let me in.

I began walking towards the bed. She looked like she was ready to break.

"Bella what…" I couldn't finish the sentence.

I was suddenly pressed up against the bedroom window. Her right hand on my throat and pure hatred in her now black eyes.

I could actually feel her hand squeezing around my throat tightly.

"YOU DID THIS!! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE, YOU LEFT, I QUIT TRYING TO STAY HERE AND I DIED!! YOU DID THAT TO ME, YOU'RE THE REASON I'M STUCK HERE!! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!" She screamed at me.

Then pushed me through and out of the window.

BPOV (yes it is her point of view)

Why was he here?

When Jacob brought him and his family here earlier I thought that I had made my opinion known. Why wouldn't he just leave?

I waited for over a month for him to come back! He didn't!! Why would he come back 50 years later?

I waited for him!! I couldn't eat, sleep or even breathe half the time. He was my world; I told him that multiple times!!

He promised he wouldn't leave me again!! So why? Why did he leave?

I couldn't take the pain anymore. I had to go somewhere I knew I couldn't be hurt. I only knew one place. Or so I thought.

Now here I am. Stuck.

Over the last 40 years that pain has turned into hatred.

The pain is gone.

So why can't I leave?

so what did u think?? Yes bella is dead but the end was in her POV.

BTW: She only shows herself to edward so he can she her and to she can 'tell him' what he did to her

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