Chapter 7: Here We Go Again

The next day, my mom, dad, and I went to see Dr. McMahon and he confirmed what Dr. Cullen had told me and my dad just 2 days before.

"Charlie, Renee, and Bella," he begins, "I am so sorry to tell you this but Dr. Cullen was correct in his assessment."

"I'm afraid the hole is still growing at a fast rate and the graphs have stretched as far as they are going to. However, the hole is fairly small at the moment." He continued.

"What do we do now?" I asked just looking at the floor. I couldn't look up.

"Well," he began, "There's not a whole lot we can do at this time. The hole is very small and will grow bigger as time goes on. Eventually, you will need to have the graph surgery again, maybe more than one. But for now, we are just going to have to keep a watch on it and you will have to go back to being cautious of the things you do."

I was in completely shock. I thought this part of my life was done. I didn't need to be careful anymore. I could do all of my sports and not have to worry about my heart rate and breathing. And now, I was right back where I started. It is not fair.

"Dr. McMahon," I asked, "How long do I have before we get to the point of surgery or worse?"

"Bella, I don't know. It could be days, weeks, months, or even years. I had hoped that you would never have to go through this again." He said to me.

"For now, don't worry too much, because it is very small and it shouldn't affect you a lot at the moment. Yes, you will feel some distress but not like before when the hole was so big." He told me and my parents. Well, that's a relief, kind of.

So, my life continued on like nothing had changed, but something had. I continued taking my mythology classes at school. I was even more infatuated with them now. How I wished vampires really existed then I wouldn't have this problem and I could live forever.

Then one day in the middle of my sophomore year, right before Christmas, and my mom lowers the bomb on me again. Do you see a pattern with my life? I came home from school on the last day before Christmas break and my mom was sitting in the kitchen at the table waiting for me.

"Hi mom, I'm home!" I said coming in the door.

"Bells, would you come in here? I need to talk to you." She says.

"Oh Crap! What now?" I thought to myself.