We do not own Twilight
Chapter 18
by Scarlett
Bella stirred feeling like she had been asleep for days with a seriously bad headache, eyes still closed and feeling groggy she raised her head to get out of bed but was met with something very cold and very hard OWWWWW!!!! WTF was that?? As she pulled her hand to rub her head her elbow was also met with something cold and hard. Seriously OWW! Bella opened her eyes, squinting still feeling groggy realising she was in complete darkness.. She began to feel her away around trying to figure out where she was.. Her hands travelled up above her head and down the length of her body, cold and hard enveloped her... Edward? But as her hands felt their way around for a second time she realised it wasn't Edward this wasn't the smooth marble exterior she was used to embracing... this was extremely cold and extremely hard. Panic began to set in and Bella began to push at the exterior above her , nothing happened, she turned to her on to her stomach and pushed with all her muster at the exterior behind her head, nothing. She turned back on her to her back and shuffled down; bringing her legs back she gave an almighty kick to the exterior at her feet, and with that it went flying and bright light swamped in to where Bella was lying.
Bella's eyes squinted for a brief second but quickly adjusted to the light, she shuffled out of the space she was lying in and dropped to the floor. As she began to stand up taking in her surroundings she realised where she was... FUCKING BITCHES, I can't believe they did this to me... locking me in the fucking Morgue! They have gone too far this time; if I have to tell those dyke bitches I don't do sushi one more time... I swear!!! Bella's thoughts began to dwindle as she caught a glimpse of herself in the stainless steel table, her hand reached for the back of her head, her hair was mangled and knotted with dried blood. WTF is going on? What the hell happened? I have to get back to my cell before anyone notices I'm missing I really don't want 3 weeks of solitary for this shit! Bella made her way to the morgue exit only to find it was locked. Juuuuuuuuust peachy!
Minutes passed but it felt like hours, as Bella raked through drawers and cabinets in the hope of finding the keys, nothing. Footsteps SHIT, I better hide. Bella ran behind the stainless steel table praying the footsteps were coming to unlock the door. The door knob turned, Bella held her breath, a security guard lunged into the room and the door swiftly closed and locked behind him. The guard scanned the room looking unsettled and nervous, Bella peaked up from behind table unintentionally meeting the guard's eyes... he gasped... Bella breathed... he bore a horrified look of shock... Bella smirked and cocked her to the side... he pleaded... Bella Lunged!