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14| REGRETS

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The weak rays of the moon brightened the room, it lit up a small path towards her bookshelf, specifically the dirty diary she had found on the forest.

Angelina's gaze stayed on her ceiling, she had been sending messages to Bella's phone but no one answered. Their fight was still raw in her mind as it played relentlessly like a movie behind her eyes.

She sat on her white comforter, her bones cracking as she moved quickly. Her hair fell on her back, the small waves curling up at the ends. Her eyes trailed across her room, taking in everything and stopping at the brightened book.

Angelina stood from her bed, walking towards it and grasping it before sitting back on her bed. Her mind was now on the small diary, the fight quickly flying to the back of her mind.

Should she open the book? Or maybe give it back to mother nature... The leaves rustled outside, a small sign of denial. Angelina slightly blew on the oldened cover, revealing intricate gold drawings of leaves, the title of the book had been erased by age, making it impossible for Angelina to understand the written words. Her hands struggled to open the book, it had been closed for quite some time, its pages stuck to each other.

As she finally opened the diary, her eyes widened at the notes scattered across the first page.

Right in the middle of the page, her name was written in an oddly familiar handwriting. Arrows surrounded it, pointing at different words, forming a web of connections that left her bewildered. The language seemed foreign, and her attempts to decipher it proved futile.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, she took the book back to its spot in her bookshelf, promising to uncover its secrets another time.

The next day dawned with a hesitant light, casting a muted glow across Forks. Angelina awoke to the persistent buzzing of her phone on the nightstand. Groggily, she reached for it, her eyes adjusting to the incoming call from Charlie Swan.

Her heart quickened with worry as she answered the call. 'Charlie, what's going on?'

The weariness in Charlie's voice was palpable as he spoke. 'Angelina, it's Bella. She's in the hospital. The Cullens told me she tripped on a staircase and flew through window.' His words only seemed to worry Angelina more. 'She's been asking about you...'

Angelina hesitated, Bella's stinging words still fresh in her mind. After some quick chatting with Charlie about the location and time she rushed to get ready, her hair was tied back messily with a black ribbon. After putting on her shoes she rushed downstairs, left a small note to her grandmother, who was still sleeping, and called a cab to the hospital.

Her leg was bouncing up and down repeatedly as she fidgeted with her hands. The trees outside the small window swayed rapidly, giving Angelina more nerves at their quickened pace.

As she arrived at the hospital she rushed to pay the man, and briskly walked to the entrance. As she entered she was met with a part of the Cullen family, Alice and Esme sat straight in their chairs, each casting worriedly glances towards Angelina when she wasn't looking.

'Hello, I'm here to visit Isabella Swan. Is she okay?' Angelina's words rushed out of her mouth, as she stared at the woman behind the counter.