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WARNING: GRAPHIC MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, BULLYING, SLUT SHAMING, GRAPHIC LANGUAGE, MANIPULATIONS, AND TRIGGERING IMAGERY. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THIS OR DO NOT ENJOY IT, DO NOT READ.

Chapter Fourteen.

Embry's POV:

"You can't do this. Seriously, Sam."

"I have no choice. Harry went sent to the ER in Forks last night and Leah and Seth aren't able to patrol today."

"What about Jake?"

"He's with Lee for support." I ran a frustrated hand through my hair before nodding. There was nothing that could be done about it. I was going to miss lunch with Bella and there was nothing I could do. My heart ached at the thought of her big brown eyes looking for me and wondering why I ditched her.

Damn heart attacks. Damn health problems. Why couldn't he just phase and become a superhuman like his kids?

"Is Harry going to be okay?"

"We think so. He's strong, he'll be fine." I nodded.

"That's good. He's a great man." Sam patted my back empathetically.

"It'll be okay, Em. Bella will understand."

"I sure hope so." But something deep inside tells me that this is the worst decision I could make.

Bella's POV:

Thursday was like any other day for Bella Swan. Get up, go to school. Suffer throughout the day from my constant dark thoughts. But starting today lunchtime would be Bella and Embry time. Embry would run over, and we'd enjoy our lunch together. Lately, he'd been busy with Paul, Seth, and patrolling and we haven't gotten to spend much time together besides working on homework. But starting today that would all change.

School was a drag and seemed to creep along until lunchtime finally came. As soon as the bell rang I zipped out of class, eager to see my sweet boy again. It had been a long time since I had been so excited about anything, and Mike took notice when I almost collided with him.

"Whoa, Bella!" He exclaimed with a chuckle, while Jessica rolled her eyes in annoyance. "What's got you so hyper today?"

"I guess I'm just really hungry." I giggled out before continuing down the hall.

Jessica turned and gave him a sneer before shutting her locker, to which Mike exclaimed with a sigh, "What is it now, Jess?"

I didn't hear what she said, and to be honest I didn't care. There was a cute boy waiting for me outside and I'd be damned if anything ruined her good mood. I ran out the back entrance, peering around for the lanky boy that had become so important in my life but came up empty.

Dang, where was he? Had he ditched me?

"Hey, Bella." The voice made me freeze on the spot.

It couldn't be…Could it?

With a deep breath, I turned to where the voice came from and felt my heart start to hammer in my chest.

Jacob stood there, hair braided down his back and a grim expression marring his features. My shoulders slumped, and a cold sweat started down my back.

"Embry couldn't make it." He spoke again, and I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

"Why are you here?" He took a step forward and I backed up. The lunch in my bag suddenly seemed unappetizing.

"He told me to tell you he wouldn't be here."

"Why would he send you?" I bit out, staring down at my Chuck Taylor's. There had to be a mistake, why would he send Jacob of all people?

"Are you still angry with me?" When I didn't answer he chuckled unemotionally. "You know I couldn't help it."

"You could have had the decency to not ignore me. You were my best friend, my only friend."

"And who's fault was that? You had other friends before you dated Edward, remember? The ones you went to the beach with. What happened to them? They get sick of you pushing them away too?"

"You broke my heart, not the other way around. Don't pin this on me."

"And now you're using Embry as a rebound, huh? Pretty low, Bells. He's like my brother."

"You don't know anything about Embry and me. You have no idea."

Jacob waved his hands at me to continue as he laughed again. "Go on, I bet this is good."

"It's none of your business."

"What did he do? Take you to dinner, a movie? Buy you some lavish gift like Cullen used to do?" My face flushed beet red and my hands were clenched into fists. "Is that it? Did he buy your affection? Did he go out and buy you some nice diamond earrings? Is that it?"

"Shut up!" Everything started to become a mess in my head and I dug my nails into the palms of my hand. I could feel blood seep from the wound at the pressure.

"Some Versace, Gucci? Chanel perhaps?"

"He stopped me from killing myself! Is that what you wanted to hear? That I was so messed up that I became suicidal?" Jacob's laughter died in his throat and his eyes widened. Tears leaked from my eyes and my jaw was clenched as I tried not to cry.

I wouldn't let him see me break again. Not again. He didn't deserve my tears.

"W-what?"

"I wrote you a suicide note, you know. All of you guys. Embry found them and stopped me before I jumped off the cliff. And then he caught me in the kitchen slitting my wrist with a knife and took me to the hospital before I bled out." He remained silent, almost in a daze. "He told Charlie and now I'm in therapy. Embry's been my rock through all my emotional issues, but you think of me as this callous money-hungry bitch."

"Bella, I didn't know-"

"Yeah, you didn't. You've been busy in your new beautiful relationship with your beautiful imprint, while I'm left to pick up the pieces. You had no idea what was going on because you didn't ask. You don't call or come around, or even think to. You aren't my best friend anymore." I wiped my tears and turned to head back, my appetite gone. "I think it's best you go back to where you belong."

"I'm sorry, Bella."

"Bye, Jacob." The finality hurt me more than I could put into words as I entered the school again, my whole body feeling sick and my hands shaking.

I needed to get out of here, go home. I didn't want to deal with anything anymore.

Embry would explain when he got home. He would never send Jacob to speak to her. Something was fishy about that. I was going to get to the bottom of it sooner rather than later.

As I got lost in my thoughts as I walked down the hallway someone bumped into me, almost sending me to the floor. When I looked up, Lauren's fishy green eyes stared back at me, a grimace on her face.

"Pathetic, truly. Flirting with Mike right in front of Jessica?" What was she going on about now?

"What are you talking about?"

"No wonder Edward left you, you're just a slut who can't keep her legs shut."

"That's not true-"

"Sure, it isn't, skank." With a tinkling laugh, she left me awestruck and alone. My whole mind became blank as I walked to my locker and got my stuff together, slinging my bag over my shoulder halfheartedly.

Everything would be okay once I made it home, once I was able to be alone. I would be okay.

When I was in my truck, I had finally been able to drive myself after pleading with Charlie, everything hit me like a truck.

Was I nothing but a whore getting boys hopes up? Tyler, Mike, Eric…Jacob. They all had liked me at one point, but I shrugged them off like measly flies and went after the prettiest boy in school. Even Edward had been enamored with me, but why? I did nothing but throw myself at him, regardless of the dangerous consequences that I faced. I was such a damn tease.

And Embry made a mistake saving me the second time. I should have bled out on that kitchen floor instead of being rushed to the hospital.

Well, this time would be different. He was god-knows-where doing god-knows-what and I was going to finish what I started. Finally.

A rush of excitement flooded my system as I started up the truck and drove off, not really paying attention to my surroundings.

Everyone would be better off without me. No more zombie Bella to bring down the mood, no more clumsy Bella to cause collisions in the hallway. No more slutty Bella breaking hurts with every step she took.

Everyone would be free of the walking catastrophe that was Bella Swan.

I made it in record time to the empty Swan residence and unlocked the door before heading to the kitchen. I left my things by the door; maybe it would be harder to get into the house and save me if someone came home early.

The drawer opened and, in my hand, glinted the silver knife.

It beckoned, it begged to cause pain.

My mind instantly thought of Embry again, and after a few seconds of thought I pulled out my phone and texted him a simple goodbye message. He deserved it for all he had done for me.

A smile graced my lips as I slid it across my pale wrist, the cut burning but the high it gave me so much better.

I kept going and soon my vision became blurry. Blood covered me, the floor. It was like a horror movie. I closed my eyes and felt it slip from my hands, and I was falling.

The world was falling away, and I was so excited to leave it. It would all be over soon. Everyone would be free of me. And I would be free from this exhausting life.

The door slammed open as I began to lose consciousness.

Embry's POV:

"You went to her school when you knew I wouldn't be there. You cornered her and for what? To figure out if she truly cared about me? What the fuck, Jacob!" I screeched, my body held back by Jared and Brady. Rage coursed through my body and all I wanted to do was rip his throat out. "You know how she feels about you, you know how you fucked her up! Why would you do that?"

"I'm sorry." That was all he could say. Jacob looked like felt like a huge sack of shit, and he deserved it. I struggled against their holds again, snarling.

"She's not okay yet, Jake! You probably set her way back. In this state, anything could set her off." I knew my gut feeling was right. Something was wrong with Bella.

Please be okay, please be okay.

"Why didn't you tell me she tried to kill herself?" My heart skipped a beat and I stopped fighting against their holds as I took in the words that he said. Jared and Brady let go as I started to calm down, and for that I was grateful.

The room was silent until Quil asked, "What, Bella tried to kill herself?"

"It wasn't your business." I retorted back, ignoring the other clueless pack members.

"The hell it wasn't! She's my best friend."

"Yeah, some best friend you are. You haven't given a shit about her since you got with Leah!" My cellphone pinged, and I looked down at the incoming message. My face paled.

From: My Sweet Baby

Thank you for everything. See you on the other side.

Sam broke me out of my trance as he asked, "Embry, what is it?"

"Bella's in trouble." I felt sick to my stomach. "I've got to go now!"

"I'm coming with you!" Jacob exclaimed as he started to follow me, but I growled in warning.

"No, hell no! You're the cause of this mess!" I was seconds away from ripping out Jacob's throat again when Sam stepped in between us, his face grim

"We'll all go, we care about Bella too." Without another word I ran past them out of the house and phased on the fly rushing back towards Forks.

Hang in there, baby. I'm coming. I won't let you go that easily.

When the house came into view I phase back and pulled on a pair of shorts that I placed on the side of the house before rushing inside the back door.

The house was eerily quiet.

I sniffed the air and gagged. Blood, so much blood.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I exclaimed. I walked a bit further and stepped into something wet. Looking down at my foot, I felt my body go cold.

Bella lay a few feet away, clothes and hair soaked in red. It almost looked like she was sleeping, but I knew better. I grabbed the hand towel and went to work covering the wound as tears started to fill my eyes.

"Bella, baby. Please don't do this to me again. Please, wake up." But blood just kept coming. How did she have so much of it? A sob broke through my throat. "I can't lose you."

The others ran into the house at that moment and all stopped dead in their tracks. Sam was already on his phone calling an ambulance, but part of me knew it was futile. Who knows how long she had been laying here for. Who knew how much blood she had lost.

"Bella, wake up. Open your pretty brown eyes for me and fight. Please!" Paul joined me on the floor and pulled off his shirt, tying it around her arm to create a tourniquet.

"Come on, Swan. Don't leave us now." Bella still lay comatose on the floor, her body losing more and more blood. Thoughts swarmed around Embry's head like a hive full of bees.

This is all my fault. If I had met her for lunch none of this would be happening.

Her heart sounded so faint now. She was going to die, and there was nothing I could do about it. But still, I tried to stop the bleeding, tried to help in some way. I couldn't give up on her that easily.

"Baby stay with me. Stay with me." I could barely see her through my tears, but I refused to stop the pressure I held on her wounds. There were so many of them.

"They're close, they'll be here in five minutes," Sam exclaimed, but he sounded a world away.

Bella's heart became even fainter if that was possible.

Time felt like it was passing too slow.

Finally, the ambulance arrived. They rushed in and took over from Paul and me, and he held me tightly against him. We were both covered in her blood. My senses were overtaken with Bella.

I followed them out the door and tried to jump in the back of the ambulance with them, but the refused to let me come. I watch helplessly as they drove away with the girl I loved.

I had no idea if I was ever going to see her again.

"No, no!" I cried, my chest starting to ache. My breathing came out in short pants. I probably looked like a crazy person, but I didn't care. What would I do without her?

The vivacious girl that I had grown to love over time; the worst bowler, the cheesiest goofball, the smartest person I knew. The best kisser and cuddle partner ever.

And that could all be gone in a matter of seconds. And it was all my fault.

Paul pulled me back into a tight embrace as I started to freak out, rubbing my back soothingly. But nothing could calm me down. Over Paul's shoulder, I could see Jacob leaning against a tree and covered his eyes with his hands. He was bawling his eyes out.

Quil ran full force at him without warning and decked him. As Jacob lay on the floor limply, Quil continued to punch him over and over. Jared and Collin pulled him off, but Jacob lay there crying again.

I closed my eyes and wished everything could go back this morning when Bella was laughing over a bowl of cheerios and everything was right in the world.

But the smell of blood wouldn't let me disappear.

"Let's go to the hospital." Paul murmured before steering me towards the truck. He made sure I was buckled in before driving off, speeding like a bat out of hell.

Part of me wished we would crash and I could follow Bella on the other side. But I knew she wasn't gone, at least not yet.

I sobbed into my hands again and hoped to god she would be alright.

Please, Bella, please. I can't live without you. Please.

Charlie's POV:

My heart stopped when I got the call from Sam. My first instinct was confusion, but after hearing what he had to say, I rushed to Forks Hospital with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat.

She was in surgery to close the wounds she had made on herself. I had no idea how long it took, but it felt like years. Thankfully, she was okay. This time.

Guilt covered me like a blanket at the thought of what could have happened. I could have lost my little girl.

"I thought she was doing better." I murmured to myself as I looked over at Embry, who seemed to be in a daze. He was covered in blood and only wore shorts and shoes. He looked traumatized.

So much for a kid to witness. So much for anyone to witness, period.

Hours passed before she was wheeled to a room and we stationed ourselves in two hospital chairs. Bella lay in the bed with tubes and cords surrounding her.

I swallowed another lump in my throat and I tried to stay strong for Bella, for Embry. I tried to think positive.

Bella was still here. She was still alive. She would be okay again.

But part of me knew it was going to be a long road from her. Recovery wasn't linear and there would be setbacks.

Hopefully, nothing as bad as this, I thought to myself with worry.