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Who's He?

Summary:
In this story Bella is torn between two guys, but will she pick the right one?


Notes:
I hope you like it. This is my first fan fic so please review!


10. Torn Bandages

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“Calm down, Mom,” I said in my most soothing voice, walking slowly away from Alice. I wasn’t sure I could lie as convincingly with her eyes on me. “Everything is fine, ok? Just give me a minute and I’ll explain everything, I promise.”

I paused, surprised that she hadn’t interrupted me yet.

“Mom?”

“Be very careful not to say anything until I tell you to.” The voice I heard now was as unfamiliar as it was expected. It was a man’s tendor voice, a very pleasant, generic voice - the kind of voice that you heard in the background of luxury car commercials. He spoke very quickly.

“Now, I don’t need to hurt your mother, so please do exactly as I say, and she’ll be fine.” He paused for a minute while I listened in mute horror. “That’s very good,” he congratulated. “Now repeat after me, and do try to sound natural. Please say, ‘No, Mom, stay where you are,’”

“No, Mom, stay where you are.” My voice was barely more than a whisper.

“I can see this is going to be difficult.” The voice was amused, still light and friendly. “Why don’t you walk into another room now so your face doesn’t ruin everything? There’s no reason for your mother to suffer. As your walking, please say, ‘Mom, please listen to me,’ Say it now.”

“Mom, please listen to me,” my voice was pleaded. I walked very slowly to the bedroom, feeling Alice’s worried stare on my back. I shut the door behind me, trying to think clearly through the terror gripping my brain.

“There now, are you alone? Just answer yes or no.”

“Yes.”

“But they can still hear you, I’m sure.”

“Yes.”

“All right, then,” the agreeable voice continued, “say, ‘Mom, trust me.’”

“Mom, trust me.”

“That worked out rather better than I expected. I was prepared to wait, but your mother arrived ahead of schedule. It’s easier this way, isn’t it? Less suspense, less anxiety for you.”

I waited.

“Now I want you to listen very carefully. I’m going to need you to get away from your friends; do you think you can do that? Answer yes or no.”

“No.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I was hoping you would be a little more creative than that. Do you think you can get away from them if your mother’s life depended on it? Answer yes or no.”

“No.”

“Well then….”

I woke up screaming and soaking in sweat. I looked beside me to see that Jake was still asleep through my ear-piercing cry. My dream was terrifying, how could I let someone kill my own mother. I felt betrayed by myself even though it was a stupid dream. What am I thinking, it was a nightmare.

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, when I got there I splashed cold water on my face to try to get the horrible thoughts and images out of my mind. I looked at the clock on the bathroom wall, it read five o’clock. I should get up now because, lets face it, I was never going to get back to sleep with that all this mounting up in my head. I grabbed some clothes out of the dresser and put them on as fast as I could because I didn’t want to wake Jake up. Even though I knew that if he didn’t wake up with me screaming then he wouldn’t wake up now. I went down stairs and out into the back garden, I couldn’t deal with the stuffiness of the house right now.

The heavy fog lay thick all around, I couldn’t even see to the back fence. I walked over to the bench in the corner, falling over twice on the way, partly because I couldn’t even see my feet, the fog was really that thick. I sat down on the bench and finally felt alone, like being in my own bubble, you couldn’t see anyone and they couldn’t see you. I couldn’t see the house or any of the surrounding plants that sat next to me.

I had to sort things in my head again, I had finally ok with everything yesterday until Edward came and now its just like before, a mass of confusion and unanswered questions. Why was he lying there soaking in the rain, yet he had an umbrella? That wasn’t normal, its in a humans nature to not like getting wet, unless intended. Maybe he wanted to lye there, surely not. The confusion was becoming stronger, why was everything happening to me at once? Why was he so eager to be with me? I’m just a stranger to him, a no-one, someone off the street. But I did see him a lot, maybe that was intended too. But that would make him a stalker, he cant of been stalking, why would he want to follow me around? Maybe I had something valuable, I searched my memory and tried to think what was so precious that he had to follow me around. Nothing. Unless he’s a murderer, but then why would he want to kill me. I have never done nothing to upset anyone, I’ve never even got into a proper argument. The questions came one quicker and quicker. Why was this all happening to me so fast, I couldn’t take it and it wasn’t even something I could fix.

I laid down on the bench and began to cry, it was the only thing I could think of that would clear my head. I lay there cold and wet with my own tears, what had I become, a sad, depressed nineteen year old. I couldn’t do this anymore, it all had to stop. The only thing that could stop it is suicide…..

Suddenly I heard something that ripped me out of thought and I stood up startled. It was rustling of leaves followed by a thump. The day became darker, making me more unable to see, I couldn’t even see my own hands now.

You know when you feel like someone is watching you, well I have it now. I felt someone was in the garden with me, like they were too close, in arms length. They could easily reach out and touch me right now and I know I’m not paranoid this time. It was real. I was shaking uncontrollably, I was scared yet didn’t care.

I stood there and willed for whoever was watching me to grab me and stick a knife right through my heart, there and then. I couldn’t take my life anymore, the stalking, my ugliness, the confusion over Mom’s dairy, my uncontrollable dreams. Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhh!!!!! Please just make it go away. I let my emotions all out in rage and sadness.

“I know your there,” my voice started out nothing but a whisper and grew louder. “I know your there. Your in my head too, aren’t you. Messing with me. Your setting my up.” I was shouting now. “I know your there. Show your self. I wont run off. Do whatever you want to me. Do it now. Do it! Kill me. Kill me. Please!!! I cant take it. Make it stop. Kill me! KILL ME!!!!! Please!” I sank down to my knee’s and cried louder and louder.

Soon I ran out of tears and lay there unwilling to get up from off the ground. I didn’t want to move, I could still feel someone was watching me and I wanted to see them.

“Show yourself!” I shouted again. “Now!”

I grabbed hold of my broken arm and started to tear the bandages off, it had only been two days since I had broken it and it was far from mended. I tore and tore viciously with my one spare arm until all the bandages where scattered on the floor around me. My bare, naked arm was now exposed, it had long, unhealed cuts from where I had fell on the rocks, I couldn’t bare to look at it. You could hardly see a flake of skin, just red.

“Show yourself! I know your there,” I was already regretting what I was about to do.

I picked up a rock from the ground and pushed it in to my arm until it pierced my skin then dragged it all the way down to my wrists. The pain was incredible, but somehow I found joy in it, but more than joy I found anger in it.

“SHOW YOUR SELF, NOW!!!” I screamed and pushed the rock into my arm once more. The pain was unbearable, but yet I carried on.

“STOP!” I heard a voice scream back at me.

I looked up to find a misted shape coming closer. I dropped the rock and stood there unable to move, what the hell had just happened.

“What are you doing?!?” his voice had anger and sympathy in, it was incredibly familiar.

I fell to the ground, when he stood there over me. It was Edward.

He picked up the bandages up off the floor and tied them quickly around my bare bleeding arm, his touch was ice cold, just like Dr Cullen’s (it must run in the family). When he had finished he didn’t let go of my arm.

“What were you thinking?” he questioned puzzled.

I didn’t answer just stared back, amazed that he really was following me, although I found myself liking it.

“I hate myself,” I was now able to tell him everything, I trusted a complete stranger. “My life is an complete mess, so what better to solve it that to kill myself.”

He grabbed my arms with his. “Don’t kill yourself, you’ve got more to live for than I have, trust me.”

Before I even got to answer he was off, in fact I didn’t eve see him walk off just disappearing into the thick fog.

My feelings where all turned around now, I didn’t want to kill myself and it was all because of this guy who I hardly new. God, I’m crazy!!!