The past few days at Forks High School have been more or less equitable to that of hell, though it has become rather evident, at least to me, that I'm suffering from a severe case of neurotic paranoia. Generally I wouldn't jump to such hasty conclusions, but lately I've felt as though the eyes of every student were burning a hole into my soul, as if they knew my dirty little secret. But that was absurd, I hadn't told anybody, nor had Carlisle, so unless I'm mistaken, nobody should know.
As the day progressed I naively thought I couldn't be brought any lower than my current state, but I was forlornly mistaken. It had stopped raining, which meant we were going to run outside as originally scheduled. Just perfect, I thought bitterly, let's add insult to the injuries I will surely obtain. Perhaps I could fake being ill and skip gym, I have been feeing rather nauseous ever since this morning in homeroom, so it wouldn't really be lying. Dismissing the clever scheme, I sulked off to gym to embrace the degrading task at hand.
After a mere fifteen minutes of running around the track I felt as though I was going to see what little I had consumed for breakfast that morning. Slowing to a complete standstill, I clutched my stomach, doubled over in discomfort. To make matters worse, Mike Newton wrapped his arm around me and told the gym teacher ", or should I say Satan," that he was accompanying me to the nurse's office.
"How're you holding up, Bella?" Newton questioned, supporting most of my weight as I stumbled inelegantly down a flight of stairs. Before I could respond, I felt a horrible contraction of my abdominal muscles and expelled the contents of my stomach onto his gym uniform. I relentlessly expressed my regret to Mike, in denial that my day could have progressed to such a downward spiral. Blushing, I took off running to the nearest women's restroom and locked myself in a vacant stall.
Thinking irrationally, I hastily made my way to my locker, knowing I'd regret my egocentric actions later. Once at my locker, I fumbled with the contents of my bag, pulling out an ostentatious cell phone I'd recently acquired from Alice, and speed dialed Carlisle.
"Bella, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Predictably, Carlisle had answered his phone on the first ring.
"Can you please pick me up?" I barely managed to choke out through my persistent sobs, "I'm having a fucking horrible day."
"Of course love, I'll be there in seven minutes or less" I couldn't help but chuckle at his response. When a Cullen says they'll be somewhere in a set time or less, it is always less.
"See you then." I hung up and pulled out a cosmetic mirror in an attempt to make my self appear decent, but to no avail. My eyes were red and puffy, along with salt streaks down my already crimson cheeks. Not the ideal look to be around a man of Carlisle's magnitude.
Surely enough, Carlisle arrived at the school 5 minutes later, leading me to believe he had driven at a speed limit cops would frown upon. Biting my lip in an attempt to recompose myself, I strode over to Carlisle with as much dignity as I could muster, though not enough to meet his eyes. Unsatisfied with my "infuriating human pace", he closed this distance between by pulling me into a warm embrace. Breaking down, I buried my face into his shirt and stained it with unyielding tears.
"Bella, sweetheart, it'll be alright, I promise." Carlisle crooned, carrying me out to the Mercedes. Before I could comprehend what had just happened, he'd already strapped me into the passenger's seat and was driving to the Cullen mansion. Emotionally drained, I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to claim me with the up most gratitude.
Upon regaining consciousness, I was appalled to see the little amount of sleep I'd obtained. Though against my better judgment, and the concern of Carlisle, I pulled out my phone and called the one person who I could confide in at this moment.
"Hey Jake, do you think you could meet me at the treaty line?" I knew I shouldn't have called, I knew I shouldn't have snuck out of the Cullen's house and walk the multiple mile walk to the treaty line, but I did. I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was severely wrong with me.
(I'm so sorry for the very long wait for an update! I'll try to update more frequently!).