It was just the way it was supposed to be... everything was in place. Now it was time for the game to begin. Nothing would be the same again, not for her, not for Bella.
She survived the attack which loomed over her like a bad nightmare, something she couldn't forget no matter how hard she tried. A few months after the horrifying attack she felt as though she was being watched, she could feel someone's gaze burning at the back of her head. Whether she went out for a walk in the early hours of the morning or a late night stroll, she could feel their eyes on her, always. She soon stopped going out altogether, she couldn't deal with it. She grew very paranoid the following days she stayed at home, every time she turned she would see a shadow move behind her, every breath at night she took, she could hear someone else breathing beside her. She went mad; she got too scared to even leave her room.
Her parents grew concerned each passing day she stayed in her room. They couldn't live with her anymore; they couldn't stand to see her in so much pain, fear. They had to do something, anything that would help her, make her better. They decided to transfer her to an asylum. They couldn't deal with it, she wasn't the same any more, they hardly recognized her.
She stayed there, at the asylum, day and night, never moving from her place, only when she was forced, some would say she was catatonic but she knew better, she was waiting. She had her eyes glued onto the window, waiting for her angel to come and free her from this prison, from this life in hiding, from fear. Her faith faded everyday he did not appear. Day by day it got weaker as did she, she soon forgot of everything else in her life and her only aim was to meet her angel. He never did come though. He promised he would come for her, but he didn't. It broke her heart.
She was on her death bed when she saw a light coming through the window. She silently wept; thinking of nothing but her angel, her saviour whom didn't come. As the light got closer she got weaker. She thought she was going to die, she could feel her heart beat slowing down, her body felt weak, worn out, lifeless. She shut her eyes tight when the light came over her. The wind blew in through the windows, she felt cold.
"My love," the angelical whispered. "You've been waiting every day for me and I never came, for that I am deeply sorry, forgive me love."
Her eyes shot open; there standing by her bed was her angel, her protector, her redeemer. He took her hand and kissed it softly.
"You're...forgiven." She whispered amazed at the sight before her. He slowly brought his hand up to her face and brushed his fingers against her once blushed cheek.
"I'm sorry for what I'm about to do, but I can't live in a world in which you don't exist." He said sorrowfully.
"What..?" She choked, startled.
"Shhh, relax and go to sleep. I'll make you better my love. It won't hurt too much." He whispered to her. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back into her pillow, waiting for death.
That's when the pain started; it felt like she was burning. She thought she was dying, she thought it was all over, she wouldn't see the face of her angel anymore. The pain grew from her neck to her arms and then her legs. She couldn't stand this pain; it was so new to her. She had never felt anything like it. Wasn't death meant to be peaceful, easy? It shouldn't be like this, she thought. She tried to stay quiet; she did not want her angel to be worried for her. She let out a whimper as she fell into a dark abyss. The only words she heard after were the words of her angel, Edward.
"Be strong my Bella, I love you."