"Bella? Bella! Wake up, please Bella!"
I began to regain awareness of my surroundings and a familiar scent began to assail me. It smelled like Edward. I didn't know that his scent still clung to my room. I could feel a flash of pain shoot through my body and I cried out. My body must have adapted to the constant throbbing because it seemed as if it was more manageable. It wasn't as if it had lessened, but as if I had cordoned off the rest of my body and it was now localized in my chest.
"Bella? Bella, answer me."
Charlie? Oh no, I must look like a complete loon curled up in a little ball in the middle of my room. I hope he doesn't try to send me to Renee again. I don't think I could managed a tantrum again. Even if I could, I'd rather not subject myself to the embarrassment of resorting to that.
I slowly pried my eyes open and straightened myself. My strength seemed to have returned somewhat. I pulled myself into a sitting position and tried to focus on Charlie's face. It took a few minutes, but finally my vision cleared. Charlie's face had panic written all over it. The thing that had put so much work into preventing had happened anyway. I put myself through such pain for nothing.
"Bella are you okay?" Charlie said in a trembling voice.
Am I okay? Hah! If I had the power I would have laughed. I don't think I'll ever be okay again. Not after He left. But I wouldn't let Charlie know that.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just cut myself on a mug earlier and the blood completely messed me up. You know how bad I am with the stuff. The shards are still down there so be careful when you go in the kitchen. Sorry, Dad," I said in a scratchy voice.
I couldn't be positive whether my voice sounded so rough because of its disuse or the screaming that it had endured. Probably the screaming.
He seemed reluctant to believe me, but didn't push the issue. I was very glad for that. I had barely been able to get the first excuse pushed passed my numb lips. I didn't have the energy to make up a good lie and even if I could I didn't want to lie to Charlie. He helped me stand up, and before he turned out the door to leave I saw a flash of pain flit across his features. Poor Charlie, I wish I didn't have to put him through all of this.
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