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Princess Isabella's POV
I gasped and took deep breaths once my screaming had died down a bit and the pain was less than excrutiating. And I struggled to stay conscious, fighting the nausea caused by the smell of blood as it filled my nose. Blood; My blood. This pain- my pain, caused by no one but myself. I felt sick; My stomach churned as I laid out on the hard dirt ground, trying to make the pain all go away. The numbness I had felt previously had completely evaporated by now and had been replaced with terrible stabbing pain in my wrists. The nausea stayed with me though, and waryness, exahaustion followed. I much rather prefered the numbness.
But even so, I felt some comfort in knowing that all my pain and suffering would soon be put to an end and that a better existance awaited me...an eternity with Edward.
I decided now was as good a time as ever. I lifted hand, reaching for the same rock. I knew for certain that if I put enough effort into tjis, I would be dead soon enough. But even if I was dead, I had a feeling that I would feel more alive than I had in months. Eight long, painful and empty months. But, then it hit me...what about Alice? I dropped my hand, as a wave of guilt ran through me, stronger than before. These eight months had been made bearable by Alice. And...though I didn't feel like anyone would miss me, I knew Alice would. And just maybe, I made her life a little more bearable too...
And now, unlike before, I really thought about someone other myself and my misery. I thought about Alice and her TWINS. And I thought about all that Jasper and Alice had done for me and Edward. Jasper...Edward's best friend, Alice's boyfriend. Gone. I knew that if I was pregnant, Edward would want Alice to help me...Jasper would want me ot help her. And Edward would never wish me dead, even if it meant being together...maybe he wouldn't want me that way. Japser was already gone, I couldn't take another friend from Alice like that...I wouldn't. I dropped my hand to floor and threw the rock as far as I allowed myself.
It was then that I realized that I was even more terrified than I thought. My hands shook violently, from fear, not cold. Though the cold air bit at my wounded wrist, burning it, adding to the pain. It was darker now, but I thought I could probably still find my way back if I tried...but I couldn't even move. It took all I had just to sit there and breath. I certainly wouldn't be able to go anywhere now.
And then, the feeling that I could do something and end my own misery just left. I was helpless. I couldn't do anything except lay there in the bitter cold, maybe try to shield my wrist from the cold. I cried. But this time, I cried out to someone. I SCREAMED so someone would come. Anyone. Maybe even...Edward.
Edward's POV
I ran- almost flew- not even paying attention or stopping to check on Bella or see what she was doing; I knew exactly what she would be doing. I didn't want to see that...not if I couldn't stop it. I was just about there...almost.
But someone's screams stopped me dead (no pun intended!!) in my tracks. My Bella's screams echoed in my mind...the only thing I heard.
"NO! BELLA..." I screamed back. I was too late, I knew it. I wasn't fast enough...this was my fault. I felt...angry...strange for me...
But not at Bella. No, never at my Bella. I was angry at myself; I was FURIOUS at myself for letting this happen. For not being able to make it on time. For waiting so long; I should have gone down to her the second I realized she was at my grave, crying her heart out to me. The moment I saw her pick up that rock...I should have known.
Though I knew she was gone, I still had to see her. Maybe I could still save her. If not...at least take her body to Alice...someone who cared about her. ALICE! What would Alice do now without Bella...without Jasper...with her baby, all alone...?
I ran down to Bella, quickly not wanting to think about all of that right now. And then I saw her. She lay out on the ground, her face away from me; She was covered in a blood stained cloak. 'Funny...' i thought. 'there should be more blood...'. But that didn't matter now. She looked dead from where I was standing...so lifeless and dead. But...shouldn't she be here with me now? Shouldn't her spirit-soul, whatever- have been her by now. Unless...
UNLESS SHE WAS IN HELL!!
No...she couldn't. Bella was too innoccent...to loving to be in...hell. I couldn't believe it. Something must have been wrong. I knealt down to her, brushing her hair out of her face. I gasped. Her cheeks were colored; I felt her non-wounded wrist. She still had a pulse...she was alive!!
"Bella!" I whispered relieved.
"E-Edward...?" she turned towards me, her eyes red and puffy from all of her crying. She reached out to hold my hand. I put mine in hers willingly.
"I'm right here Bella. I won't leave you..."
Princess Isabella's POV
I felt someone move my hair; I didn't even bother moving at first. They then moved to my wrist, checking my pulse. This touch was so familiar to me...so comforting.
"Bella!" the musical voice of my Edward came to me. Through the pain, I struggled to turn towards him.
"E-Edward...?" I asked unbelievingly. This couldn't be real; I needed proof that he was really here with me. Right now. I reached for his hand.
He smiled warmly at me, looking relieved. "I'm right here Bella. I won't leave you..." she said. I sighed, but it sounded like a cry. To hear him say those words to me...to hear the sincerity in his voice and to see it in his eyes...that was the greates thing in the world.
"I missed you...so much." I bit my lip, trying not to break out in tears.
"I'm sorry. I'll explain...I swear. Forgive me...?" he asked cautiously. I nodded and he sighed in relief. "Now come on, I'll get you home."
I tried to get up; It was easier than I expected. Maybe I was just so emotionally unstable that I was too overwhelmed to stand. Really it was just my wrist that hurt. Edward held it tenderly. But a looked of hurt, betrayl...and anger crossed over his face. He glared down at something I couldn't see.
"Edward what-?" I stopped. It became clear what he was angry about; He knew what I had done and what I had planned on doing. "I'm sorry-"
But he interrupted me. "You can explain later too."
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