Author: balai PM
Bella Swan stands at the edge of a cliff, yelling at who she believes is a hallucination. But he's not. Edward came back. Does she jump? Complete, Five part.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 5 - Words: 7,771 - Reviews: 28 - Favs: 26 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 01-02-10 - Published: 08-22-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5321881
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Author: .Forever Frozen.
Disclaimer: I don't own twilight. If i did, the cast for the movie wouln't make me double over in laughter.
So, this is AU. Takes place in New Moon, The cliff thing. I honestly just found a little sniplet of this in a random book half an hour ago and decided to write this up. This far, it's just a oneshot. I might change my mind though.
Bella swan couldn't stand the lies, she couldn't stand the hallucinations. The rain was pouring down, streaming in light rivulets down his face, over hers, and soaking them both in the storm's outburst.
Her hands were clenched by her sides, her fists straining against herself to keep from shaking. She was sure she'd have welts in her palms by the time she stopped imagining him. She was sure she was only imagining him. Because he couldn't be there. He didn't really care, he'd said so himself.
"Bella, please listen—"
But she couldn't listen to him. She'd listened to every word he'd said before; she just opposed him each time. Why should this time be different?
"I love you."
No. "You don't love me." If he'd loved her, he never would have left. If he loved her, he…
"You don't love me."
"I do." He took a step closer to her, holding his hand before him as if she was a frightened animal. She glared at him and forced her feet to move back, not towards him. She couldn't give in again because when he disappeared it would hurt that much more.
"No." She was at the edge of the cliff now, and if she even leant back too much she would fall back. Her head whipped around to look at the churning water, the long drop that it took to get down there…
She wondered how long it would take to fall. Er…dive. Bella Swan wasn't suicidal.
The man she loved so much was still before her, which bothered her deeply. He normally didn't last this long during a single apparition. But she'd take what she could get.
"I was wrong to leave you, Bella!" He was shouting to be hurt over the wind. She could hear him just fine though, she would always hear him even if he was whispering. It's not like she could block out someone in her own mind. "If I could take it back—"
"You can't take it back," She found herself yelling back. She wondered what she must look like from an outsider's view, standing on the side of a cliff in the rain screaming at nothing. But she'd long since stopped caring what others thought. Except him. "You can't ever take it back."
"Bella, please, walk back this way. That's not safe." His golden eyes were so much more vivid than she remembered…
She laughed mirthlessly. "Safe? That's what this is all about, isn't it!? You don't love me; you just want me to be safe so that my blood isn't on your conscience!" Her jaw jumped, tears were streaming down her face, mixing with the rain. A shiver ran through her body, shaking her very core like a spasm.
"NO! I do love you! That's why I wanted you to be safe—so you could have a normal life!"
"Normal?" What did he know of normal? He was Edward Cullen. He was too perfect for anyone to ever mistake as normal, and he never had to worry about normalities. Because he was too. Fucking. Perfect. "I've tried to be normal. Unless you haven't noticed, it's not working!"
She'd forgotten that he wasn't real. She'd forgotten that he was only in her mind, that he was only saying what she imagined him to.
He would do whatever her mind imagined…
"Do you really love me, Edward?" Her voice croaked, trying to reach above the roar of winds. Her knees had locked and she didn't think she could move even if she tried. But this was it, wasn't it? He couldn't haunt her anymore.
"Very much so." She watched him take a few steps closer to her. Now or never…
Bella threw her arms to the side, backing slowly until her heel slightly overhanging the face of the cliff edge. She shook her head and smiled almost wistfully—Goodbye.
"Prove it." Then she fell back.
"Searches for one Isabella Swan are still going, police forces have found no sign of a body. Her father, Chief of Police Charlie Swan, is leading the investigation—"
Jacob growled, hurling the remote at the small glass screen in a scream of rage. He stood fuming, staring at the broken smoking glass, his body quivering.
Suddenly encased with sobs, Jacob fell to the ground, his hands pulling at his hair as he rocked back and forth on the floor. It was an odd sight to see, such a strong, independent man reduced to a sobbing mess.
He cried and couldn't stop crying for more than a day. And no one tried to stop him.
Bella Swan had screamed her last. Carlisle held a syringe up, eyelevel, and watched as a measured drop oozed its way from the needle tip. He looked beyond the tool to his son, his face tortured at the idea of what they'd done. Not that he was too thrilled with it either, but if they hadn't, they would have lost Bella and Edward, if not to death, to their own tortured minds and hearts.
He sighed. "It had to be done."
Edward's red eyes narrowed in on him. "Did it? If I had just stayed away—"
"Then she would have died for sure." Carlisle placed a hand on his son's shoulder and crouched down to his level. "Son, leaving her hurt you as much as it hurt her. There was no conceivable way that you would have been able to stay away. If you hadn't shown up when you did, we'd be burying her now instead of this." He held the sedative up.
"Are you going to come with me?" Edward nodded sullenly and followed his father through the narrow hallways to the room that Bella was in.
She was no longer strapped to the bed to keep from attacking herself—Carlisle had deemed her stable enough several hours prior to her silence. She was sitting in a dark corner of the room, her knees drawn tight against her chest, her eyes wide and violently red. What resembled tears streamed down her cheeks, to her trembling lips. She rocked back and forth in the corner.
Carlisle approached her and she stared at him, her eyes sad as he injected the tranquilizer into her system. She shook and muttered to herself, the same thing over and over.
"You're not real. You're not real. You're not real."
Carlisle sighed and turned to Edward. "Try to talk to her."
Edward sat across from her and smoothed her hair away from her face. Bella was still shaking. "Bella, I know what I did was wrong—I see that now." His thumb traced her lips as she continued to mutter her insecurities, and her wide eyes stared up at him in amazement. "I promise you I'm not going to give up on you."
"I love you." Edward's hands cupped her face, holding her head still so he would look straight into her eyes. "And I promise I'll spend forever proving it to you."
I guess i have a little obsession with writing people that are off the deep end. Reply? Might make this longer.