Author's note: I do not own anything, Stephenie Meyer owns the characters. I just own the concept of this story.

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Is it normal to feel this way? I feel lost, confused, weak and empty. EMPTY. Mostly that's how I feel; but there's no reason to feel empty – or so I tell myself – I'm longing for something, someone. There's no other way of saying it, I need him, probably more than he needs me. Wait – I'm sure of it, I need him more than he needs me.

I've been laying in bed for more than an hour already with all these thoughts running in my mind. I'm getting frustrated, so I take my phone and just play, trying to relax and contemplating about what I should do next. But as I fail miserably, my thoughts go back to the day that I was in the hospital.

"Ouch, that hurts." I remember telling the too cheerful nurse.

"It will be over in a minute," she reassures me.

I close my eyes, trying to endure the pain and I let my thoughts run loose so I wouldn't notice the pain, I daydream for awhile, then all of a sudden I see pitch black and I forgot where I was. I can hear panicked voices calling me, asking me if I was okay and then I jolt back to reality.

"I'm fine. Just – just a bit faint." I tell them, dazed.

But I wasn't fine, I could barely stand up and they had a wheelchair ready for me. Uh-oh, no wheelchairs please, that would be unnecessary and embarrassing I thought to myself, this is why I hate hospitals and needles. It makes me queasy. I rest for a while in the waiting area, no need to go to the emergency room; I just need time to breathe.

My mom goes to my side and worriedly asks

"Are you ok now?"

"Yes mom, I'm alright" I answered, still faint from the incident.

"They still have to take blood from you; they said that the blood they took earlier wasn't enough."

I shuddered at the thought and I made it clear to my mom that I was deathly afraid of needles and a million thoughts suddenly rushed into my mind.

"You know, we can reschedule if you're not yet okay."My mom said, interrupting my thoughts.

I just smiled at my mom and said "No, let's do it today."

The sooner we finish this, the sooner I can leave, I muttered under my breath. As I unwillingly dragged myself to the laboratory I thought about what happened earlier, one minute I was fine, then I don't know what happened. It was all so weird and unusual, my thoughts were about to take on a different turn when I noticed that I was in front of the laboratory already.

I smiled at the different nurse and asked her, "This isn't supposed to hurt right? And it's supposed to hurt only when you insert the needle?"

She saw the fear in my eyes, she smiled reassuringly and said "yes, you're supposed to feel pain but only when I insert the needle to your arm but then after that you should be numb."

I prepared myself for the pain and in less than 5minutes it was over and I was happy about that.

A million things ran through my head again as I remembered that day. Hm, I wonder why I fainted, I'm usually stronger. This has to stop! I need a distraction. And suddenly, as if I was being humored by some being, my phone rang. Thank you! I thought to myself. And when I answered it, it was Brooke whining on the other end.

"Bella!" she shrieked, "I hate him! I hate him! He is so insensitive and he doesn't care about me! All he wants is attention; he wants to be noticed all the time, just Jasper all the time! No time for Alice, oh, let's ignore Alice; let's not give her the time of day, let's ignore her and her needs."

I just smiled, imagining her infuriated face on the other end. Alice is my friend; I met her during our first year in high school. She was always calling me and telling me stories. She's also really pretty. She has short black hair and she had these gorgeous hazel eyes. She's also nice and for someone who's really tiny she can sometimes get annoying, like right now and then I remembered that I should respond.