Addicted

Chapter 21

Bella P.O.V

I got home with a bit of a head rush that afternoon after work. I was still a bit freaked out that Ms. Smith was interested in me. It's not that I had something against lesbians or anything but I was just not prepared for her interest.

After a long bath I looked at myself in the mirror and it was like I was looking at a whole different person. That was not me. It wasn't. She had clear blue eyes, black hair, pail skin. She looked sad, like a ghost. Her clothing looked like designer but she had a big blood stain on her left side.

This is not me, where am I? This isn't real, it can't be. Who is she? Why is she where am I suppose to be. Where's my reflection? Who is she? Why is she looking at me? What happened to her?

I moved my head to the side, she did the same. I moved my head to the other side and she copied. I slowly raise my right hand, she does the same and touches her lips just as I'm doing.

"Who are you?" I asked her. A goofy grin appears on the corner of her mouth, without answering me. "Who are you?" I asked, again.

She doesn't answer.

"What happened to you?" I look at her side where the big blood stain is located. "What happened?"

She smiled and with a ghostly voice that echoed through the room, she said, "They warned you. They told you to stay away." She lets her hand fall on her side and her face expression turned into a murderous glare. "Now, you're next."

I turn away, ready to run out but I run into a dark room. There on the hard ground, she lies, dead. Blood coming out of her mouth and her side. Her eyes are open, but lifeless. There's a gun on the ground right next to her with two bullets next to it. I look around and I see them, my parents, on the ground next to each other, dead. They're wearing wet, soaking clothing, their skin is pail and... rotten... Oh, my God.
Click. I slowly turn around and see a big, dark, manly figure standing a few feet away from me, holding a gun up high, pointing at me.

Boom!

"AH!" I scream, jumping on my couch. My entire body is shaking and sweaty. My heart is pounding hard against my chest. I'm panting hard.

I'm at my house, on my couch. Alone. I'm in reality but for some reason, I want to cry. I want to cry. I'm alone, I'm scared. I run off to the bathroom, undress myself except for my bra and panties and let the shower run.

I sit on the cold floor of the shower, pulling my legs up against my chest, letting the warm water fall over me. I spaced out the entire time. I'm sitting there for I don't know how long, looking off at space, shivering.

There's a click outside, then shouts for my name. But, I can't move. I just sit there. There's are heavy footsteps going around through my house, then the bathroom door flies open - I don't even flinch or look at the door but I know it's him -. He opens the shower curtains and sees me.

I don't know what's he saying, but he's touching my face, trying to make me look at him but I can't. The water stops running and get carries me out of the bathtub. I shiver when I feel the cold top of the toilet touch my back when he places me on the ground. He grabs two towels and wraps them around my shivering body.

His scared green eyes come into my sight. He's hovering over me, touching my face, talking to me but I just don't know what he's saying.

"Bella, baby, please, answer me!" He shakes me, touching my face. "Bella, what the fuck happened?!"

"Edward?" My voice cracks.

"Bella," he sighed, relieved, kissing my forehead. "Baby, what happened?"

I shake my head. "I'm really tired," I say, keeping the low cracked voice. "I'm scared, I'm really scared. I... I think there's... There's... someone who's trying to say something to me... I'm just... I can't handle it... what does that person want...? Why me?"

"What happened, Bella?" He asked, stroking my face.

"I don't know," I say, "I... I... this nightmare with my parents... I..."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

"No," I shake my head, "I just want to rest, be in peace for at least a couple of hours." I lean over, placing my forehead on his. "Please, I just want to feel safe," I cried.

He hugged me and said, "I'll do whatever it takes for me to keep you safe, Bella," he promised. "I really am. I'm gonna find that son-of-a-bitch and kill him with my bare hands," he growled, filled with anger.

"I just want to be in peace," I sighed.

That night I slept wrapped around his arms. He was hugging me really tight, almost half his body was on top of mine, like if he wanted to protect me, even from my nightmares.

The next day I called in sick, I didn't have the strength to do anything but to lay in bed. Edward promised to be back by five to be with me but called Alice and Rosalie to come and keep me company.

"Bella, you look... Dead," Rosalie said, holding Ava in her arms. "What happened?"

I sighed. "I had this dream yesterday... there was this women, she was looking at me but she looked more like a ghost and she was wounded. I saw my dead parents, they were rotting and then a man was pointing a gun at me... I don't," I cried. "I'm going crazy."

"Maybe it's just pressure from work or-"

"No," I snapped, "this started the moment I felt someone follow me. That person has been sending notes to my boss, to me! I feel like someone is following me every time I walk out of that door! That person sent me a picture of my parents before they died! It's not pressure from work!" I cried, wrapping my hand around my hair and almost pulling it. "I'm going crazy! There's someone following me, you can't understand!"

This person is tearing me down physically and emotionally. I can't bare it anymore I need Edward, I need him to find that person, I can't handle this any second longer... I'm going to end up insane.

Author's Note:

Someone is having an emotional break down! *0*

March 21, 2015

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