Bella's POV
I couldn't take it any longer. I managed to pull myself out of bed and stagger to the bathroom. As I shut the door I searched for anything that could help me carry my plan out. My frustration was building with the lack of supplies. What the heck can a person do with just a toothbrush, shampoo, and washcloth? Get really clean? Dammit!
I looked up and my solution was staring me straight in the face. The mirror. I just had to find a way to break it and then I could use the shards. I couldn't find anything so I decided to wrap my hand in the washcloth and hit the mirror. I really hoped that the mirror wasn't shatter resistant.
As I threw my hand against the mirror it cracked. It didn't shatter as well as I would have liked, but I managed to prise a piece off of the wall. I sat down on the toilet and held the shard of glass to my wrist. I didn't know how I was going to carry this out, I'll probably end up passing out as soon as I press down. I knew I didn't have time to waste worrying so I pressed the piece down.
"Bella, sweetie," Esme said from the other side of the door.
She didn't give me a chance to respond before she opened the door. When she saw the mess I'd made and the position I was in, she gasped. I felt bad for making Esme upset, but I just wanted a way out. Luckily I hadn't broken through the skin before she knocked or my blood would have made this harder on her. I slowly released the piece of mirror and sunk to the floor.
Esme looked so sad and once again it was my fault. I couldn't bear to look at her face any longer, so I moved to go lay back down. Before I knew it she had pulled me into her arms. Through the pain I could feel her love surrounding me. My pain and the she was radiating were warring and I felt like I was being torn apart and healed at the same time. The feeling left me gasping, and before my legs had the chance to give out, Esme picked me up and set me back on my bed. She sat by the side of the bed and held my hands in hers. I almost removed then because of who they reminded me of, but I didn't want to lose these new feelings. I was so tired of only feeling pain, that the new feeling was a welcome relief for the moment.
We sat there for what seemed like hours. She didn't say anything, instead just offered her comfort. I didn't know when the tears started, but I couldn't seem to stop them. It felt like a release. Not enough of one to free me totally from the pain, but enough to make it bearable for just a little while. I knew that I would still make my attempt, but for now I wanted just a little bit more time with Esme. I felt like she love me unconditionally. Just like a mother. And for this small amount of time I could pretend she was just that, my mother.
Esme's POV
I tried to let her feel all of my love and comfort. I wanted to take away as much of the pain as I could. I knew it wouldn't change anything. She would still do what she was determined to, but at least I could hold her off for a little while.
I heard Carlisle in the hall. Instead of interrupting us he spoke to me from outside the door, "We're going to move her to another room. One that is more isolated. Alice called and warned that Bella shouldn't be allowed on her own."
"I agree. That would be best," I spoke softly so as not to disturb the peace Bella had acquired.
Bella's POV
How can they do this to me? Sure I wanted to be left alone, but this was definitely not what I had in mind. I couldn't stop the pain. I was stuck here to ride it out until it consumed me. And at that thought the hole in my chest rippled and I clutched my torso trying to keep myself together. Again I wondered: how could they do this to me?
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