"You need to see your friends, Bella."

Even though he spoke my name, for some reason I did not realize he was speaking to me.

"Bella."

I lifted my head and looked at him. I said nothing. I felt nothing. It was becoming the only thing I knew.

"Bella, please. Let me help you. Seeing your friends will make you feel better. Please, just at least try." Charlie kept his gaze on me, and I could see the pleading in his face.

"Okay," I whispered, feeling defeated. How could my friends possibly help me? No ne could. No one.