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Two Wrongs Don't Equal a Right

Summary:
Despite her efforts to keep the visions of Bella at bay, one slips through and then they assault her with a fury. So when she decides to act, it's just for self-protection, because a few more of these and she may go crazy... At least that's what she'll tell Edward in her defense. I CHANGED SOMETHINGS RECENTLY PLEASE RE-READ CHAPTERS 6&7 AND NOTE THAT THEY HAVE SWITCHED; ALONG WITH THE ADDITION TO CHPTER 7!!


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5. The Eiffel Tower and a Drastic Change

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I was leaning against the railing, looking out over Paris from the top of one of the most famous structures in history, but truth to be told I wasn't really seeing anything. I couldn't forget Bella eyes, wide with pain and fear, gleaming with tears. I was trembling, incredibly nervous with anticipation over my most recent vision of her. What could be so important about a window? I was thinking about that window, focusing every ounce of my attention on its smooth surface, picturing it in my head, trying to discover it's importance when the vision hit me. I sighed in relief glad that the almost painful anticipation was absolved.

Bella was sliding the fingers of her left hand, the hand not grasping the locking mechanism gently over the glossy surface of the glass, stopping for brief moments to contemplate a series of hairline cracks that spread from a small area in the lower corner.

She opened her eyes and they were fierce with desperation. She was reaching down with renewed vigor, turning the lock and throwing the window open with enough force that it trembled in it's open position, all the air escaped her lungs in a quiet huff and then she was hurling herself our into the night, a single exhilarated piercing scream floating from her lips. I matched her scream with my own, though mine was shrill with desperation and terror; she was halfway out the window.......................

She opened her eyes and they were once again dead, sad, and hopeless. She carefully turned the lock and gently slid the window up. Another series of screams tore from my throat; I was begging her, pleading with her not to do it, to make a different choice. She did not hurl herself out the window this time, once she had it opened; she slowly ducked the upper half of her body outside, sucking in huge gulps of the freezing fresh air. Her eyes had closed once again as she tried to regain the composure her dream had stolen......................

She opened her eyes and they were tortured, frustrated. She lifted her hand from the bottom of the window, instead raising her arms and gripping onto the window frame until her knuckles turned white. I was fine with this; let her take her emotions out on the window frame. She closed her eyes and again leaned her forehead against the glass; she began to very gently thump it against the glass. She was murmuring to herself, quiet yet fierce abominations filled with self-disgust. "Why couldn't you be enough Bella? Why couldn't you be beautiful and strong and smart? God, you act as though his leaving was a surprise, but did you honestly believe something about you could hold him?" Her voice was rising in volume, becoming more venomous with every word. She was beginning to pound her head harder now, her frustration with herself, with life coming out in this unintentional pain. I was vaguely certain she didn't even know she was doing it. Bella was in her own world now...........

She was half way out the window, then all the way her body curled and graceful in it's fall, it seemed to me as though she was falling in slow motion, every inch she dropped was long and painful, her eyes were closed, her mouth formed into an O of surprise. Her limbs were twisting whirling as though in he graceful motions of a ballerina, it was incredible and awful. In all of the time I had known her, I had never seen Bella as beautiful, as wild, and fierce, and unrestrained as when she was trying to kill herself. It looked for brief moments as though she would land on her butt, on her legs, most likely breaking something, but surviving, then at the last minute she spun and landed on her neck and back. She bounced, once, twice. Her face contorted in pain for countless moments, then relaxed and unrestrained joy, the likes of which I had seen in her features only when she was in Edward's presence, spread across her face........................

Her eyes had closed once again as she tried to regain the composure her dream had stolen, she attempted to take deep breaths, but the result was a series of shallow gasps. She hung out the window for immeasurable moments, clutching her chest and trying to take a single deep breath before she sighed in resignation and jerked her upper body back into her room. Only it didn't make it back into her room, she forgot to duck and her head rebounded with a resounding crack off the glass, she was tugged forward by this new momentum and as the glass shattered from the impact of her head she was thrust toward the night.

The back of my mind, the logical part, the apathetic part reasoned that the glass, seeing as the window was relatively new shouldn't have broken. And then she was tumbling, falling in gentle rotations, which with a simple twist of the imagination could have been graceful flips off the diving board. She hit the ground and same as the last time bounced, only once though. She opened her eyes, just so that they were slivers, but enough that I could watch the life flit from them. Her lips parted and with her last breath she whispered his name............................

Bella was in her own world now. She was unaware of how hard her head was hitting the window, leaving it vibrating after every blow, I was scared, but a small bit relieved, as long as the window was closed she couldn't fall, I wouldn't have to suffer the torture of watching her hit the ground again. She couldn't do permanent brain damage anyways, she could give herself a concussion at worst, but she would live. "He never loved you, how can you blame him, you were probably getting clingy. This just shows how helpless, how useless you are. He is fine without you. He's happy and fine. You, you're having nightmares and you risk your life to hear his voice! Pull it together for God's sake Bella! He doesn't love you anymore!"

She was almost shouting now, her head hitting the window so hard that gong like sounds were echoing through her room. It seemed to slow down, each of the hits seconds apart instead of milliseconds, I watched her face, noting how she didn't flinch when her forehead hit the glass. I had been right in my earlier assumption, she still thought she was just tapping it against the glass. She wasn't meaning to do this. Her head broke through the glass, the window shattered, she continued through the now empty frame, landing awkwardly one her legs, flopping against the grass. I had been right, the glass was weak, and with a deep groan I remembered the hairline cracks Bella had fingered. Her head hitting the ground with a soft thump. The blood seeped into the ground, flowing from her head where the glass had ripped her...........

Her face, contorted in pain for countless moments, then relaxed and unrestrained joy, the likes of which I had seen in her features only when she was in Edward's presence, spread across her face. She lay there for endless moments, until I heard the cruiser pull into the driveway. Charlie's head appeared out the window. I watched the shock that spread across his gruff face, he shook his head, once, twice, three times and then I could hear him bounding down the stairs, throwing open the door so hard that the small panes of glass in it shattered, sprinting across the lawn. He fell to his knees beside Bella's twisted body, then at a loss reached out two trembling fingers to check for a pulse he knew he wouldn't find. He pulled her into his arms, cradled her against his chest.

He dragged in a gasp of a breath, then chocked out a sob as the tears began to roll down his cheeks so quickly that one merged into another. He was carrying her, with slow, grief-burdened steps into the house, grabbing the phone on his way through the kitchen and dialing 911. He paused then kneeled with her still in his arms at the foot of the stairs. I dragged in a chocked breath feeling the tears that would never fall tingling in my eyes. His last favor to her, he wouldn't let her cause of death disgrace her. Her was preserving her honor, letting everyone believe she had fallen down the stairs. His voice shook, almost inaudible behind the tears. "It's Bella. She's not breathing, the stairs, she's fallen down the stairs........................

Her lips parted and with her last breath she whispered his name, her unseeing eyes gazed upward, the stars reflecting in their lifeless pupils. The cruiser pulled into the driveway. I could hear Charlie opening the door. Calling for Bella. Clumping up the stairs. He shut the window, not bothering to look out. Called out again. He had given up. Assumed she was out with one of her friends. A dark shadow appeared in the trees; a hulking shape that became more defined as it crept towards Bella's form. A giant dog, werewolf I realized, sidled up beside her, nosed her and then sprang backwards with a yelp. He squeezed his eyes tight and then the boy from La Push, Jacob Black, was standing their, his features twisted with emotion. He dropped to his knees beside Bella, a strangled cry ripping from his throat. "Dammit Bella! No!" His voice was raw, tortured. The tears were pouring from his eyes. He gently stroked her cheek, his finger shaking. Then his whole arm was shaking, vibrating, his chest and head and legs were shuddering.

"How could you let them do this to you Bella!" The words changed into a howl as a ripping sound pierced the night and then the werewolf was crouched over Bella's corpse. He gently nosed her cheek once more. He turned away, unable to hold his shape due to his anger, with us, I assumed. An agony filled howl built deep in his chest, exploding as he arched his back and stared up at the stars. A tear dripped down his snout, and he was escaping into the night as his howl still echoed around Bella............

The blood seeped into the ground, flowing from her head where the glass had ripped her, she opened her eyes slowly and I sucked in a breath. She was alive. She twisted on the ground, trying to take the weight off her broken legs. She struggled into a laying position, and then stared blankly upwards, her breathing raspy and labored. The cruiser pulled into the driveway, the door opened and Bella was gasping, trying to shout. The best she did was a normal speaking voice, but it was enough. Charlie rounded the corner, his eyes open in shock at the vision of Bella, lying twisted on the glass covered ground, her legs bent at painful angles, her head a bloody mess. A hand reached out and she squeezed out his name.

"Charlie..." He takes a step backward, rushes forwards, and then stops. His hands clutching his chest. His face contorts in pain and then he's on the ground, feet away from Bella. A new wail, louder than those before, echoed from my throat. Bella stared at Charlie with wide eyes, her breathing stuttered, tears slid down blood-coated cheeks. And with a final release of breath she was gone..........

I was gasping, clutching the railing so hard that it had broken through. I could hear the crowd of people around me, muttering and whispering about the crazy screaming girl on the top of the Eiffel Tower. Then Bella was once again standing at her window, her choice made. My rasping breath held as she opened her eyes and they were once again dead, sad, and hopeless. She carefully turned the lock and gently slid the window up. Another series of screams tore from my throat; I was begging her, pleading with her not to do it, to make a different choice. She did not hurl herself out the window this time, once she had it opened; she slowly ducked the upper half of her body outside, sucking in huge gulps of the freezing fresh air. Her eyes had closed once again as she tried to regain the composure her dream had stolen, she attempted to take deep breaths, but the result was a series of shallow gasps.

She hung out the window for immeasurable moments, clutching her chest and trying to take a single deep breath before she sighed in resignation and jerked her upper body back into her room. Only it didn't make it back into her room, she forgot to duck and her head rebounded with a resounding crack off the glass, she was tugged forward by this new momentum and as the glass shattered from the impact of her head she was sent hurtling towards the night. With a strangled cry she staggered back wards, her legs reeling back into the room, somehow pulling her upper body back in with her.

I was laughing now, a vaguely hysterical laugh of sweet relief. She would have a concussion, there would be no Bella lying mutated on theground. No Charlie dying of a heart attack or Jacob crying. She stumbled backwards, tripping over a foot and falling to the floor with a thump, not unlike the one of her head hitting the ground that I had been dreading. With a few muttered curses she slowly rose. Her arms out to her sides to catch herself if she fell. She looked down at her feet as though they were detached from her legs, her face transformed into a mask of shock as she stared at the ground. There at her feet, where she had fallen, the floorboard had sprung up. She shook her head wearily and fell into bed.

I, on the other hand, stared at that loose floorboard. Remembering a vision from what seemed like forever ago. Edward, shaking with dry sobs, peeling up that very board and sliding all of her possessions related to him underneath it. He stood, reached onto her desk and in his elegant script wrote a few words. He once again kneeled over the gaping hole in her floor, he let the note
flutter down then, with grim determination, replaced the floorboard. I opened my eyes to take in the vastly unchanged scenery and gasped.

Things were about to change.