* I always seem to forget the disclaimer, but finally I've remembered! Here it is people: I have absolutely no claim whatsoever to the Twilight franchise. The entirety of this empire belongs to Stephenie Meyer, the creator. I make no profit from story and all characters mentioned in this story belong to Stephenie Meyer, aside from any original characters, which would belong to me. *

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We sat for hours, me in his stone arms. The only sound in the near-silent room was the sound of my jagged breaths as I tried to control my tears, which now ran steadily in silence. The questions were coming, I could sense that much at least. Carlisle was a naturally curious person and even as horrified with my behavior as I could see he was, he would have endless questions for me. He could see "what", but the inner depth was what would plague him; the "why?" is what he would desperately need to know.

This truly was my greatest dream and my most horrific nightmare come true all at once. I suppose I...wanted help. Sort of... In A way... I mean, I didn't like cutting myself, making myself bleed, but there was just no-...no way I could stop focusing on the pain inside my heart without focusing on some other pain...like the sting of a sharpened blade slicing my flesh. But still, I didn't want help at the same time. I was so comfortable, in a way, with where I was with myself. I had spent so long perfecting my technique and hiding it from everyone that, if someone were to find out, everything would change. Of course, I wanted that agony to go away, but what if my secrets were exposed and still no one helped?

I had once spoken to Rene about my pain (in the very early stages before any of this had really started) and she had just blown my concerns off without a second thought. I don't think I could stand that again. I couldn't stand it if everyone knew everything and yet ridiculed me for it. I just could not stand to be exposed. Ever. And still, I persist, I wanted my agony to pass, but I just didn't want anyone to know. I think I was just hoping that one day I would wake up, and that dark cloud would have passed and I would be ok again. But I had to be realistic. Even with all the "mythical" creatures that surrounded me, I could not fool myself into thinking that life was a fairytale. There would be no happy ending here. And still, here I sat in Carlisle's arms, internally begging for a miracle. Because I hadn't just stumbled. I had fallen.

More time passed and I sensed my time was running out. Finally, he spoke.

"Why?" he choked out, slowly spinning me round so instead of sitting with my back to him on his lap, I sat on the carpet facing him.

"I...I... This was the first time I've done anything like that. I know it was stupid but I-" He cut my lie off, with a wave of his hand and a noise of disgust, before I could even finish. Looking at his face I knew he was truly angry.

"Isabella, don't lie to me! You handled that blade as if you knew exactly what you were doing," He spoke so venomously, it was as if he had an acid tongue. Moving so quickly, I didn't even have time to register what he was doing, he grabbed my arm and pulled my sleeve up to the crease of my elbow, uncovering my cuts and scars, and officially bringing an end to any doubt he may have had.

"See," he said, more gently this time as he stared at my arm, "This room positively reeks of your blood Bella, I know exactly what's going on. I'm not a fool, so please don't treat me as such. Now please, answer me. Why have you done this?" He asked gesturing to my wounds.

I don't know what it was. Maybe it was the sincere look on his face, or the upfront attitude with which he spoke to me. Or maybe I just so desperately wanted to be able to trust someone with my burden. But whatever it was, I just felt so compelled to tell him. I wanted to tell him- so bad. So I did. I looked him square in the eye, ignoring the moistness in my own, and I told him.

"I did it because I couldn't stand the pain any longer"

And that was the truth.

* Ok, third chapter. Yay. Lol. These chapters are really short, I know and I also know that the updates aren't exactly quick but I promise, this bit of the story is actually meant to be short and the chapters will -hopefully- get longer as the plot thickens. Thanks heaps to everyone who has reviewed and added this to story alert. I truly cannot tell you how much it means to me. I think there are probably quite a few grammatical errors in my story/ies and I'm actually looking for a beta so if anyone's interested please let me know. Lol. Um, so yeah. I really hope you like this chapter, because I don't really have any kind of story plan as of yet so this one was kind of hard to do. The chapters after this will all have people speaking in them (Hard, I know. Lol) and so generally the dialogue just adds to how hard it is to write the chapters out, as stupid as that sounds. So yeah, I'm rambling so I'll end it now. Thanks for reading and for the reviews I've gotten in the past chapters and please review for this chapter.

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Unfinished Perfection *