Trouble : Twilight (Edward Cullen x Bella Swan.)

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- Syd

Waking up was groggy and disorienting. As I sat up I felt as if I were forcing myself through thick liquid led. The only lighting was natural, and it took a moment to separate the shadows from my dreamlike state, and a breath of fresh, cool air flooding my lungs for everything to come back to me.

Those moments of liquid led and brilliant mindful bliss were ones I wished I could crawl back into. I was sure it was whichever drugs Rosalie had given me now that were numbing the wound of my arm; which was now cleanly bandaged up. There was no more blood running to the tips of my fingers.

After I finished inspecting my throughly patched up arm, I noticed alice and edward at the door. Alice was watching me, almost anxiously, and Edward stood beside her, a stiff look in his face- almost like he was hiding some immense feeling I couldn't read- a negative one I was sure about- mixed with guilt. The look made my gut twist with guilt of my own. I felt the muscles in my jaw tighten as I looked away.

Edward wanted to come over to me, I could see it in the complex emotions his face displayed- the subbtle wrinkle in his brow and the same stubborn tightness in his face.

We wanted each other, but I knew that wouldn't happen. His company- his support. Him. I tried to shake the fantasy. I didn't truly want it to, I was sure. My desire for Edward was just a response to my injury to match the ones I'd had before- the motorbike wipe out, the tripping and falling, even those horrid dreams that riddled my sleep. He knew how to make it all go away.

How could I not resent him for that? For everything?

He was the only thing to cure me- out of all the treatments I'd been put under, he was mine.

I gave him one last glare, and hoped he wouldn't see the softness behind my eyes. Resentment was hard. Then I rolled away, now focusing on the decorations that cluttered Alice's wall. I wish I could have just got up and left, but I knew that would have caused a much bigger problem with Alice and Edward. They would insist on keeping me just to make sure I was okay. I was a prisoner, and likely for my own good too.

"Bella." Alice spoke from closer now, and I felt her hand trace through my hair. "How are you feeling?"

I missed the tranquility her voice brought too me, and within seconds I relaxed. It was a pleasure I'd tried to forget, but now it seemed silly to ever give up. Was Edward the same? No, of course not. He had orchestrated this entire thing... Still, even with my frustration, I wasn't scowling or pulling away from her touch. I was relaxed.

"Heavy." I responded. "Like you got new bedsheets made of metal." I scoffed,
And allowed a small smile. Alice giggled quietly, and suddenly it was like we had reverted back to our old selves. For just a moment we'd- or at least I'd- forgotten all about everything. All there was were the two of us as what we'd always been; best friends.

soon the laugh died as the remembrance fell back over us. The silence was uncomfortable and full of dread.

Alice shifted, and though it was with discomfort I knew she looked as graceful as ever doing it. She put her chilly hand in my hair again, weaving it through. She had done so to comfort me in the past, mostly when she knew I was truly hurt- she kept physical contact to a minimal. When the rare affectionate moment occurred though, it was peaceful. I could feel those feelings return- the ones

"I'm sorry." Alice sighed. I could tell she was frowning, and her optimistic personality had disappeared for the time being. She felt bad. "I should have never allowed Edward to do what he did, I should have never participated. I can see how you feel manipulated and untrusting towards us- both feelings well warranted of course- and this is in no way an duel apology from Edward as well, but I know that he's also extremely sorry. He's not the same without you."