I bet you hate me for the cliffie, but I'm back with another chapter(kind of)! I just can't keep myself from using my ideas, even if I have them written down, my brain makes me turn them into a fanfic. So now Teardrop Tattoo is added to my arsenal. Shortest chapter ever. I might not be able to update again for a few days. And I still feel evil about that last chapter. Leave me a cookie!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. But I do own this dark red lipstick that makes me look ten years older than I really am. Damn you, lipstick.
I was numb. No telling how long it had been since the report, but everyone was still arguing. Their voices were softer, somehow, although now I could tell what they were saying. They seemed to be planning.
No matter what they came up with, it wouldn't help.
Edward seemed to be the most aggravated. He was yelling the loudest of anyone in the room. I wanted to comfort him, to tell him everything would be alright, but that would be a lie.
If I had been able to feel anything, I would have been terrified. As it was, I wasn't feeling all that great. All I wanted to do was slip into the comfortable embrace of sleep. Edward glanced at me, and immediately his expression became worried.
He said something to me, but I couldn't understand. I could only look at him. Rosalie was watching me too, and everybody else stopped bickering and turned to me. I didn't know why they were watching me, I hadn't done anything interesting. Were they waiting for me to say something? I wasn't sure anymore.
I could feel the fuzzy blackness of unconsciousness pulling at me, but I knew something was off. Why were they staring at me? I struggled against the haze for a moment before I remembered.
Damien.
I let go, relieved as I sunk into the blackness of unconsciousness.