CHAPTER SEVEN
Bella didn't quite know how to take the news. Her mother was in tears and the doctor stared at her with a grim expression. Like he was trying to show sympathy. Like he cared. Bella knew he didn't. He probably told thousand of people this news. He probably told children. Mothers. Sisters.
He didn't care.
She nodded. She didn't know what to feel. She didn't know if she should burst into tears like her mother, or stay strong like her father. She looked over at her parents. They were the ones truly suffering. Her father looked over at her.
"I'll give you a moment," the doctor said, standing slowly and leaving the room. Bella didn't need a moment. She understood. At least she tried to.
"I'm so sorry, Bella. I'm so sorry baby," her mother sobbed, burying her face into her hands. Bella's father wrapped her mother in her arms and tried to comfort her.
Bella knew she shouldn't feel this calm. She knew somehow this wasn't right. She should feel something, but she didn't. Maybe she was tired. Maybe she was just too tired to try and muster up the emotions that buried themselves deep within her.
How would Edward handle this?
And with that thought her heart stopped. Edward.
Edward.
Oh.
The tears slid down her face then. She couldn't leave him. She couldn't leave her very best friend.
"I was supposed to be done!" she finally whispered, feeling the words rough with the sobs she held back. This wasn't right. This wasn't how it went. She had suffered enough. She had lost her hair, bruised her body, felt the exhaustion that weighed in her bones, lost so much weight, missed her entire kindergarten year, and for what? So it could return.
So it could return and finish her off because this time around she couldn't fight it. There was nothing to be done.
And this time around she would leave Edward behind. She would leave him alone and that thought was too much too bare. She could handle this. She could handle all of this.
What she couldn't handle was the people she was hurting. Her parents. Her Edward.
They would suffer when she was gone.
"It isn't fair!" she screamed.
"IT'S NOT FAIR!"
Her voice vibrated through her throat and she screamed again. She was supposed to be done.
She felt heavy arms wrap around her, but she didn't want them. She didn't want their comfort. Their pity. She screamed until her throat was raw and she cried. She cried until her body had no choice but to slump into the two pairs of arms that awaited her.
It wasn't fair.
