Bella POV

A throbbing pain awoke me, making me cry out; my eyes came open, and, pain forgotten for a minute, looked around me wildly. Where was I?

Then I remembered, the memories of the day – or was it yesterday? I vaguely wondered. Came back to me, and I felt the tears well in my eyes, partly because of the pain throbbing in the side of my face where, as I remembered, Aro had back handed me, hard. And the other half?

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift back down among all the pillows.

The other half is because Edward hates me.

I felt my heart sobbing, I'd done such an awful thing. I buried my head in my hands, and I let myself sob; sob for the future I'd wanted – the future I'd never get now.

Finally, I just sighed, and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. I winced, pain shooting through my skull. Must have touched my bruise, I thought.

I got off the bed, and looked around for the mirror, not really paying much attention, until I noticed something which made me look around again.

What kind of sick joke is this? I thought, angrily.

The furniture in this room looked an awful lot like the ones in my room, way back in Forks. I walked over to my desk, where my desktop sat, and then walked over to my closet, and saw all my clothes.
Had I dreamt it all? I wondered, vaguely, to myself. And about that time, the pain in the side of my face flared, making it known that it hadn't been a dream, though I did desperately wish it to be so.

Then I remembered the one thing that Aro couldn't have copied. I ran over to my dresser drawer, the one I always kept locked. I took off the bracelet I always wear, and used the key to unlock the drawer.
Opening it, I looked in, and saw the notebooks. I pulled one out, and flipped to a random page, and saw the words.

He changed so,

and I didn't know,

That so soon,

we'd be saying goodbye -

Best friend's we'd promised,

told each other so many things,

We'd never fall apart, it seemed,

so why did our friendship leave?

I wait for you to smile at me,

and long for you to hold out your hand,

And say "Come on, sweetie,

wipe away that sad face."

I miss you, dearest Edward,

why couldn't you love me?

No. It couldn't be; it just wasn't possible. How did Aro get my poetry and songs here?

I was so confused, he couldn't have taken all the furniture from my room in Forks to – wait, where the hell WAS I?

Aro POV:

I was cloaked in the shadows, watching her. She looked so lovely, did she even realize she was in a black dress? And God, she looked amazing in that dress.
The dress she was wearing stopped shy of her knee's, and oh, how it clung to her slim figure and her breasts.

I watched her move around the room with desire in my eyes. She was so beautiful, even with that bruise on the side of her face.

Yes, I deeply regretted hitting her, and leaving such a horrid mark upon her face; but it had to be done, I reasoned. She had done everything but beg for it, she'd been so sarcastic and snide. And the way she told me there was no way in hell she'd ever let me bed her, it made me so furious.

But I smiled, a very evil, lustful smile.

You are going to realize, very soon, Isabella, that this is hell.. And here, I'm the devil, and what ever I say goes, my dear.. You will be mine.

Hey guys,

I'm so sorry I haven't been updating, but I've been very busy.

Well, actually, I've just been busy wallowing in self-pity and doubt.

But, not to worry, for I'm back a hundred percent.

I'm going to be updating every weekend, or every other weekend, depending on what I'm doing.
I'd like to thank oh-my-edward for the inspiration; her story made my fingers just itch to write.

I'd also like to announce that soon I'm going to be uploading my original Twilight chapters.
But I'm thinking of making another story entirely different from them – but I'm not sure.
So comment me and let me know if I should or not?(:

Oh, and I love messages, so feel free to message me, especially with idea's!

Sometimes I get so stuck I can't write for days. And don't worry, I'll give you complete credit for the idea; promise. ;D

Thanks for reading, and I'm sorry this chapter isn't very long. I didn't have a lot of time, seeing as how I still have to wash the dishes and then get into bed. XD

Be safe, and hope that everyone had a great weekend!
Ciao,

Misty-Day

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The poem Bella wrote is mine; something I wrote up on short notice. Let me know if you like it? Oh yeah, and if you jock my shit, I'll have to make your life a living hell. Haha, nah, I wouldn't – I'd just torture you with Hollywood Undead or Weird Al for awhile.(: