The Adventures of Bella and Human Boy Chapter 6, a twilight fanfic

I awoke with a jolt as my alarm belted out one of my favorite songs. You might love a song when you play it at 5:00 p.m., but when he brings you out of a wonderful dream at six in the morning, it's terrible. My hand slammed down on the snooze button. The floor felt cold as I slipped out of bed to get ready. Everything was cold in Forks. That is, everything but Edward's warm hands. I longed for the monotonous school day to start, just so that I could touch him warm and silky skin. Of course, school isn't very dreary when you go to class with Edward Cullen. Edward was the only reason I got out of bed and went to school every day. Every breath that whooshed through my lungs was so that I would stay alive to hear his velvety voice.

I turned the volume down until it would be almost silent and played the music. The song always got my foot tapping and head bopping up and down slightly. The way his voice wrapped itself around the guitar perfectly, and the enraged drums beats combined with a drive like no other, simply made me happy.

There's a lot that I don't know

There's a lot that I'm still learning

But I think I'm letting go

To find my body is still burning

And you hold me down

And you got me living in the past

Come on and pick me up

Somebody clear the wreckage from the blast

And I'm alive

And I don't need a witness

To know that I survived

I'm not looking for forgiveness

I just need light

I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution

And the bars are finally closed

So I try living in the moment

'Til the moment it just froze

And I felt sick and so alone

I can hear the sound

Of your voice still ringing in my ear

I'm going underground

But you'll find me anywhere I feel

That I'm alive

And I don't need a witness

To know that I survived

I'm not looking for forgiveness

I just need light

I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution

You hold me down

I'm alive

And I don't need a witness

To know that I survived

I'm not looking for forgiveness

I'm alive

And I don't need a witness

To know that I survived

I'm not looking for forgiveness

I just need light

I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution

I need light, I need light

By now I had on a simple olive t-shirt and dark jeans. I slipped on my blue tennis shoes and did nothing to my hair but brush it. I knew Edward didn't like when I did anything more, so I left my face plain also. After shoving a bowl of cereal down my throat, I hopped into my prehistoric truck. The morning was cold, and the moon still hung whole and ripe in the sky. Baby rays of sunlight peeked over the distant horizon, barely lighting the roads. The grass beside the dark road caught rays and sparkles. The shimmers remind me of Edward's green eyes when he looks up in the sky.

I stop my truck at the corner of the lot and sit for minute, enjoying the silence. I'm the first one at school today; a rarity for me. The picnic tables that no one uses are dry, so I sit down and pull out Wuthering Heights. I flip to one of my favorite parts: Edgar is away and Heathcliff has come to visit Cathy while he can. Cathy and Heathcliff get caught up in a moment and Edgar almost walks in on them embracing. I lose myself in the book, and hardly notice the students flocking around the school. By the time I look up, Edward is walking towards me. By the way he bears no smile, I can tell something is wrong. His expression is distant, as if he's seeing a different world than I am.

"Hey." I say as I get up to kiss him. My arms wrap around him, but when I move my lips towards his, he turns his face away.

"Bella." he grunted. My face fell immediately. Edward was a person who was almost never sad. That excludes the days when Maddie is on his mind. But I've learned that it's easy to cheer him up. Very simple yet very effective methods . . . .

"What? Did I do something wrong?" I worried aloud.

"Well actually, I need to talk to you." he replied. I whimpered; I knew what he was going to say, and I couldn't bear to hear it. Before Edward, I've never had a . . . . well, Edward. But I'm certainly not ignorant. He would tell me that he didn't want me. He'd tell me that I just wasn't the right kind of girl for him, and that he wanted someone more attractive and clever. And I'd let him go, though it would cut me deeper than any blade could.

"I think we should stop seeing each other. I know we said lots of things, but the truth is, I didn't mean them. I'm sorry for wasting your time." he said stiffly.

"But you said you loved me! What did it mean, then?" I demanded, my unintended anger pouring out of me.

"It meant that I was . . . . bored. You were just a toy, Bella, for a very bored child. But I'm going to ask Jessica out." he grabbed my shoulders. "But I want you to be happy for me. And I want you to be happy. Why don't you ask Mike out? He'll actually love you." he suggested. I searched his face for some sign of humor, to tell me he was joking. As my eyes settled on his, a bit of pain poked around in his eyes, but quickly left.

I was vaguely aware of the students passing by me, and the shrill call of the bell. But why bother? This day has already turned sour. And so has every day after it.

It's strange how the song I listened to this morning was almost prophetic. I can't speak. And even if I could, there would be no words leaving my lips. Partially because I'm confused. I'm a toy. Edward told me he loved me because he was bored? It's not like I wasn't expecting this; he deserves someone better. Someone who knows how to love and that he'll love back. Another reason of why no words fall off my lips: my life has been taken away. But I know I'll never love like that again. He wasn't a random boy I met. He was the other half of me. Edward was my bright sun in this drizzly little town. The days ahead would be very dark.

Dark . . .

Dark . . . .

Chapter End Notes:

Yeah, I know. Sad and short. But trust me there's more drama to come. And it might not be so bad this time . . .