Bella has a nightmare about her wedding day where her beautiful, but mysterious groom is attacked by a monstrous wolf. After she wakes up, she goes looking for the groom where she remembered she had noticed him in real life only a few days before. When their meeting is interrupted she wonders, why is everyone trying to make decisions for her? and why is Edward so dangerous? Banner courtesy of Eternitys_Charm Based off of the movies (and the book) Ever After, and Twilight.
21. Chapter 22
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That night I woke up in a fit. I couldn’t remember what I had been dreaming about, but I could tell it wasn’t pleasant.
I sulked out of bed, mechanically running my fingers through the knots that were my hair. I sat back down by my vanity, it was still dark out, so I lit a candle.
I was immediately able to see myself in the mirror. I had horrible bags under my eyes, partly from not sleeping a full night, and partly from crying. No. Crying wasn’t the right word, sobbing. All color was long gone from any part of my skin, and there were no traces of a smile. I looked like a ghost whose soul was just taken away, and in a way, it was.
When Edw- I couldn’t say his name. When he left, he took my heart and soul with him. He had complained about not wanting to take my soul if he changed me, but this was entirely worse. He probably used that as an excuse not to stay with me, which is understandable. I’m entirely too boring to ever be with anyone as fantastic as him. He looked like a Greek god, and his personality was caring and selfless. They were both easy points to prove; if anyone so much as saw him they would fall over like I nearly did the first time I laid eyes on his gorgeous face, and his selfless attitude was proved by staying with me this whole time, and it was the happiest time of my life.
I don’t know how long I just sat there, staring at my transparent face reflecting back at me through the mirror. But by the time someone helped me out of my absorption, it was well after dawn. One of my maids had knocked on the door, allowing herself in. I hardly looked toward her, but she rushed toward me and placed the back of her small hand on my forehead. I looked back to her blankly when she finally spoke.
“Do you feel alright, highness? You look horribly sick.” She said, worry engulfing her tone.
“I don’t know.” I replied. My raspy voice had betrayed me.
“You should lie back down right away! I’ll go call for a doctor.” she rushed out of the room and closed the door softly behind her, probably thinking I had a headache.
I obeyed her orders and started to walk back to my bed, but became distracted by the scenery outside of my window. I walked toward it, resting my elbows on the stone. I had looked out on all these same trees and valleys before, but I had never noticed the true beauty of them. It was a simple beauty, just nature living. I wished I could go into the trees, and run forever. I could be free, but I would probably trip along the way. And I also wouldn’t have the strength to carry on.
I quickly let go of that small dream and finished the walk over to my bed. Directly after I had lied down, the maid came back in with a doctor and my father. She must have thought that I was truly sick, maybe on the brink of death. I didn’t blame her.
“Bella, are you alright?” Charlie rushed toward me and knelt by my side. His forehead was creased and he looked so worried. If anything, I would have to get through this for him. I could pretend for now that I really was sick, but I would have to go on with my normal life and try to get over it. To get over him.
“I’m fine, dad.”
“Are you sure? You look pretty awful. I mean, sick.” He corrected himself. It didn’t offend me at all.
“I don’t know, I think we should let the doctor tell us if anything is wrong with me.” I glanced over at the doctor who was waiting patiently with the maid on the other side of the room, signaling that it was alright for him to come over.
I had mostly told Charlie to have the doctor diagnose me because I didn’t want him to have the chance to think that this was about him. If he had asked me about it, that wouldn’t have turned out to be a pleasant conversation for either of us, but mostly me.
Charlie moved out of the way, and the doctor took his place. He checked my pulse through my wrists and felt my forehead with the back of his large hand. There wasn’t much else he could do with the tools we had today.
“Princess Isabella?” he called for my attention, “Do you feel up to answering a few questions for me?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Alright, do you feel dizzy or nauseous?”
“You can see clearly?” I took a quick scan of the room.
“Is there any part of your body that is in pain or is numb?”
Yes. I answered mentally. But I knew that he wasn’t talking about emotional, or emotionally caused pain or numbness.
He looked at me thoughtfully, then up toward the ceiling. I guess he was taking all of the points into consideration.
“Well,” he looked to my dad, “I don’t see anything that is medically wrong with her, but you might want to get the psychologist in here, just for endorsements sake.”
“The psychologist?” Charlie repeated.
“Yes, but I highly doubt that she is mentally ill in any possible way. She may just be tired. But there’s nothing else I can do, I’m sorry.” He bowed and left the room, the maid following quickly after, and Charlie came to sit by me, a bemused look on his face.
“Huh.” came from out of the silence. His jaw waddled back and forth for a moment before he looked back at me. I waited patiently.
“Bella,” he paused for a moment. I knew what was coming, “do you think this might have anything to do with Edward?”
I closed my eyes and my breath hitched in an uncomfortable way. Just his name. That was all it took for me to shatter. If I wasn’t already completely lying down, I would have fallen down.
“Are you sure? I mean, the boy left you with nothing.” He looked at me sympathetically. I know that he wasn’t trying to hurt my feelings, but right now I didn’t even want to think of him.
“Dad, I don’t really want to talk about this right now if you don’t mind.”
“Okay, Bells.” He got up. I tried to give him a smile, but that probably wasn’t what it turned out to be judging from the reaction he gave me. Well, that was nearly painless, or as painless as it was going to be.
Charlie was nearly through the door when I called after him.
“And dad?” he turned around, “can you please not call for the psychologist?”“I promise I won’t for now. But if you begin to look any more sick than you already do, I’ll have no choice.” He chided. “Rest for now. I’ll see you in a little bit.” He closed the door behind him and left me in a reverie of my non-existent family. It was nearly too painful to remember, but I was so petrified of forgetting it all and it being a dream that it was worth the pain. I would have to get used to it anyway.
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