Disclaimer-No I still don't own Twilight. Sad, I know. Too bad not every evil plan works. Even if it is accompanied by an evil laugh.
Anyway. Thanks to ambessa4eva, and to all those that read this but didn't REVIEW, I'm watching you.
Into the life of MRS-I was wearing amazingly cute wedges when I wrote this. And I still need a turtle name.
Edward POV
I sat in Spanish class, in the boring West Coast High, wishing I could remember what I had done on Saturday and why Bella hadn't been seen since.
I sighed, missing her.
"Edward." I heard Tanya call from across the room.
I responded with a simple nod.
"Well, I was wondering if you knew where Bella was, she was supposed to come to my house so we could go shopping on Sunday." She said, with a confused look on her face.
I never quite understood the odd friendship between Bella and Tanya, they were nothing alike, but they seemed to click. I shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine." I said with a bored attitude.
On the inside I was dying, I loved her, even if she didn't know it or return the feelings. I was in anguish, I never knew how dependent I was on her. I had taken her presence for granted for too long.
"Edward." I heard for the second time in a class period. I looked at our teacher in confusion. "Edward, were you listening to me at all?"
"I'm sorry, sir. I've been having problems at home, I'd rather not talk about it." I bluffed.
"Oh, it's totally understandable that you would have trouble concentrating in class." He said, sounding quite empathetic.
"It's alright, sir, I'll be fine. I'm strong enough to make it through a divorce, should my parents be able to stand in the same court room together." My eyes began to water, and I started to feel almost bad for completely messing with this poor guy.
"I'm so sorry, you have in extension on the essay. You can turn it in next Friday instead of this Friday." He said, scrambling for something that would help me.
"Too bad an essay extension wont bring mom and dad to stay in the same state as each other." I said, now silently sobbing, but the sobs weren't about my parents, they were plenty happy, they were about Bella, and I worried about her.
"Actually, take a week long extension on all of the assignments for the rest of the semester." He said, now looking like he wanted to reach out to me.
"Thank you, sir. You have been an immense help, maybe I can use my extra time to visit my dad in Hawaii, and then my mom in Maine." I said, really laying it on thick.
The whole class was watching me pour my heart out about a fake matter while the teacher looked like he wished he could do something. Instead he paused and sighed, continuing with the lesson.
I sighed right along with him. Even something as great as a week long extension on everything didn't make me feel any better, I had fallen for Bella. We grew up together, and we were best friends since we were born practically. My mom was Bella's moms partner in the law firm they owned together, so likewise having two kids the same age just meant tons of play dates for both of us.
I laughed, remembering all of the things we had done, she was by my side since I could remember. I loved her. And I hadn't had the guts to tell her until now. I sighed, wishing I could make it better. But I didn't even know what needed to be better.
The bell rang and Tanya came up to me from where she sat.
I grabbed my books and brushed past her, not wanting to talk. No one knew where Bella was, not her mom or dad, not me, not Tanya, no one. But I would find it out.
Bella POV
I writhed in pain, not wanting to scream, wanting to be strong. I hadn't screamed in a while, knowing it did no good. I was stuck with the pain.
I could feel it building, and I concentrated on my heart instead of the pain, not wanting to seem weak.
It was odd that through all this pain, through the pain that was worse than anything I had felt in my entire life, I thought about seeming weak. I sighed internally, when I felt the crescendo in the pain start to leave my fingers and toes.
I knew it was probably going to get worse, I knew better than to give myself false hope. I knew I was in hell. I knew I was burning, and that this would be going on for an eternity. Who knew the devil had a sense of humor.
It built, retreating into my heart, where I could feel it pounding like crazy. I concentrated on that beat, not wanting to scream again.
It was insane, the burning, and I could feel a cold hand against my burning one, I didn't think anything of it, instead I let out an uncontrollable shriek of pain, not caring anymore what anyone thought.
That was when the pain stopped.
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