Living with Styles

eighteen

*Bella's POV*

Have you ever felt so sad and angry and upset, but you can't let it show because you're afraid people will judge you for it?

I have.

Have you ever had a memory that you wish you could forget, but it just constantly replays in your mind and haunts you until you feel like your going insane?

I have.

Have you ever freaked out and threw a complete tantrum when someone mentions one little thing or you hear something that reminds you of that memory?

I have.

Have you ever watched your own mother die right in front of your own eyes?

I have.

You haven't? Then why do you try to comfort me by saying, 'I understand.' Clearly, you don't. You don't know anything about how I feel. How I live everyday wishing it was me instead of her. Or maybe at least both of us.

So, no, you don't understand. Stop trying to act like you do.