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Bella was in a daze through most of her morning classes. Angela didn't have another class with her until after lunch and by then they would have already talked about …'the issue'. It was too weird, Bella thought. All she did was misstep and the very thing she was trying to forget had ever happened gets imbedded into her skin? Bella shook her head. Don't think about it. It didn't happen. Nothing happened.

But it did happen. I saw – and Angela tried to – you can't wish away a memory like that. It's impossible. Right?

No.

Bella shook her head forcefully.

Yes you can, if you try hard enough.

"Bells."

No. It didn't happen. End of fucking story. Stop thinking about it. For both your and Angela's sakes.

"Bella?"

You're not the only one that this is affecting; Angela is just as much an unwilling part of this as you are. Well now she is.

NO! Its not possible. All of this is fucking insane! Drop it. Move on. Forget.

It was just a coincidence that I fell and landed on – it. Only a coincidence.

Stop thinking…

It could have happened to anybody.

But it happened to me. Why does this shit seem to always happen to me?

God now I sound conceited like Jessica.

Stop thinking about it. None of it happened.

"Okay B, you're scaring me."

Just because you fell on a razor sharp object this morning that caused you to bleed profusely from a fall that should have only given you a small, barely-there scrape, it doesn't mean anything.

But it does.

No!

It's a sign.

It means shit to me.

"Bells if you don't snap out of it, I'm going to drag you out of your own head by smacking you with my very thick, very heavy Trig textbook."

A beat.

"Hey!" Bella shrieked. Angela shrugged briefly and laid her aforementioned textbook on the table in front of the girl.

"I warned you so there's no complaining," Angela glanced at the obviously distressed girl, her eyes softening considerably when she took in her tired eyes and her heavy shoulders. "What was that all about?" She asked gently. Bella rubbed her sore cheek and closed her eyes, and then snapped them open, not liking the jumbled thoughts and images presented before her when she did.

"Just…thinking."Bella said, looking down guiltily for so many reasons that were refusing to leave her alone. Angela sighed.

"Come on. We can go to Mr. McDonald's room. He usually has prep before lunch so the classroom should be empty." Bella nodded and grabbed her stuff and followed her friend. Fortunately, Angela TA-ed for Mr. McDonald last semester and unsurprisingly, had the poor man wrapped around her finger. He sometimes let them eat lunch in his room, even though students weren't allowed to have food inside the side buildings. It came in handy when Jessica and Lauren were being particularly insufferable and Bella was straining herself from reaching across the table and throttling them both like chickens. So space was necessary.

Necessary and safe, Bella thought.

"So you gonna tell me what happened?" Angela asked once the two had gotten situated and had made sure that no one was going to come into the room. Bella sighed tiredly and ran a hand through her hair.

"It wasn't a coincidence, Ang." Bella said, closing her eyes and opening them slowly. There was a pause.

"What wasn't?" Angela asked quietly.

You know what.

"You know what."

Angela groaned.

"We don't know that Bella. We don't know anything right now. You fell. Last time I checked that's not really breaking news…no offense." Bella rolled her eyes but didn't comment. Bella was a walking –well a disaster period, she knew that. Walking wasn't even safe for her, let alone any of those unlucky enough to be around her when it all went to hell in a stumble and fumble of arms and legs colliding with whatever was near. A wall. Her English teacher. No one knew until it was too late. God help her if she gets pulled over and gets ordered to walk in a straight line.

"Yeah but I don't usually wind up with foreign objects slicing my leg from the inside either!" Bella yelled in frustration. This whole thing was praying heavily on her emotions. She couldn't tell if she wanted to scream, cry, or run –limp – away as fast she could from whatever was taunting them.

"I thought that we were going to forget about it. Like it never happened, remember? What happened this morning was just a fluke Bella. Nothing more." Her friend reasoned in vain. Bella stared at her.

"Are you really going to stand there and tell me that this all doesn't mean something?" Bella looked at her friend incredulously as she folded her arms across her chest and gripped her small biceps.

"Why though? Why does it have to mean anything to us?" Angela asked desperately.

"Because it fucking won't leave us alone, Angela!" Bella cried. A heavy silence fell over the room, both girls near tears, pleading for answers in each other's eyes and finding none. They sat in silence for almost ten minutes before one of them spoke.

"What are we going to do?" Angela whispered brokenly. She had given up trying to fight it. This was all too real to ignore, no matter how hard she wanted to say otherwise; she could feel it in her bones, in her gut and the cold feeling in her stomach only added to her sudden nausea.

"I don't know."

"What am I going to tell my sister, Bella? I can't—I can't do this to her. We have no one else! After mom died I—this would destroy her." Angela breathed raggedly, her face scrunching up in anguish, tears falling like torrents down her pretty face.

Bella stayed silent, lost in her thoughts.

"Bella? Bella, what are we going to do?" Bella felt her shoulders being shaken roughly and looked up at her friend's broken face.

"Run." She breathed.

"What?" Angela retracted her hands like she had been burned.

Bella sighed tiredly and shook her head.

"We run." Bella stated simply, brown eyes focused solely on her friends puffy wet ones.

"My sister—"

"Will still be here. She's not the one in danger Ang. I don't want to leave Charlie either but what other option is there?" Angela thought about that for a few minutes and found none.

"But—"

"Do you trust me?" Bella asked seriously, brown eyes unyielding.

"You know I do, but—"

"Do you have a better idea?" Bella asked monotone. Angela bowed her head and reluctantly shook it.

"We'll figure everything out later, okay?" Bella tried to catch her friend's eye but Angela was lost behind a curtain of hair.

"I love you Angie." Bella whispered against her forehead, kissing it and limping slightly out of the room. Angela didn't follow and Bella didn't expect her too. She needs space from me right now, but she'll understand that it's either run or die. I'd choose life to be honest. Horrible coordination and all.

"Who'd wait patiently for death to come when you know you're not ready?" Bella said softly to nobody as she shuffled down the quiet hallway to wait in her next class, opting to forego lunch all together. All the while unaware of honey eyes watching the brunette's every move from the other end of the hall.

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