When a horrible accident happens to Angela, Edward and Bella must make a life altering choice. And it's not an easy one. Choose something selfish? Or something right in the long run? Which is which?
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There are many things someone can learn from watching the news. Sometimes things they don’t want to know, but they need to. Sometimes it was affect them one way: crying, or not caring, because it does not affect them. Sometimes it affects them in many ways.
But sometimes there are better ways to learn about horrible things.“Yesterday Forks High School Junior Angela Weber was walking along a La Push beach with her friend, Ben Cheney when she fell from a cliff. Cliff diving, although I popular game to the local Indian tribe, is very dangerous and reckless. It is said that Ms. Weber slipped and fell from the cliff and was not, in fact, cliff diving. Her friend Mr. Cheney contacted authorities immediately. It does not appear to be a suicide attempt. Today the victim is in the Forks hospital and it looks as though she will not pull through. Many of her friends will be hoping for the best in the next few days, although it looks as though there will be no recovery. I’m Janet Thompson, thank you.”
I rewound that clip a total of fourteen times and I still couldn’t believe it. Angela.
How could it happen to Angela?
No, I had just talked to her yesterday morning, she laughed, telling me she was so glad summer was coming because she had been studying for hours.
There was a knock on the door and I jumped, though not taking my eyes off the screen.“Come in,” I mumbled. If it was who I think it was it didn’t matter if I spoke quietly or not.
Edward stepped into the room then, seeing the screen and coming over to wrap his arms around me, I didn’t react, “You heard.”
“Have you seen her?” he asked.
“Do I want to?” I said. My voice was dead.
He flinched. It was bad, it was very bad, “You know you’ll regret it later if you don’t.” he answered.
Slowly I nodded, he was right. He was always right, but for some reason I really didn’t want to.
I walked to the door, “I can drive you,” Edward said. And for once I didn’t argue.
“Oh my God, I’m so stressed!” she said.
I laughed, “Yeah, me too. Finals in two weeks!”
“Yeah, sorry if I called at a bad time, I just need a break – studying for hours – and need someone to listen, Jess is great, I love her, but I’d never get two words in.”
"Yeah,” I giggled, "No big."
“Okay…so…” she took a deep breath, “Ben.”
“Ooh, what about him?”
“Well… I… um…”
“Spit it out!”
She laughed, “Okay, so Ben and I have been dating for a while you know? So…” she shrieked in excitement, “He gave me a promise ring!”
“Oh my God! I’m so happy for you!”
She signed, “I’m going to the beach with him tomorrow. I can wait until summer, I’m so flipping sick of studying. But then, it’s probably just a whole new pile of scholarships. I got a letter from an Ivy – oh, never mind! I really don’t want to talk about school! Hey, how are you and Edward doing?”
“Is he still trying to buy you stuff?”
She laughed, “At least you know you’re not a gold-digger.”
She sighed, “I guess I should let you go now, get back to studying and what not. Bye, Bella. Love you girl!”
“Love you too, bye.”
She hung up.
That was the conversation. It lasted one minute and ten seconds. Exactly. I don’t know how I remember that, but I do. That was the last time my best friend talked to me. The last time she would be conscious enough to.
“Bella,” Edward said gently, I jumped ever so slightly, “Sorry, but we’re here.”
I looked around, “Yeah, sorry.” My stomach felt as though it was ripped open. I grabbed my middle. I’d never talk to Angela again. Never laugh with her. Never whine about school with her. Never again. She just didn’t exist anymore. Almost, anyway.
Edward gently grabbed my arm and lead my through the hospital. Pain was in his eyes, horrible, screaming pain. He knew I was suffering, and he knew there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. I think he cared about Angela too.
We walked in the room and I got to where I could barley breath.
Angela. Sweet, kind, forgiving, caring, Angela. Angela was on the hospital bed, attached to so many machines. I knew they were the only thing keeping her alive. She was cut up and had a bandage on her arm, her whole arm. Her chest barely rose and fell. Ben was sitting in a chair next to her bed, holding her hand and crying, it looked like he had been for a while. I choked and ran out of the room.
I threw myself at the wall, falling to the floor in a wilted heap, sobbing harder than I ever had in my life. My stomach hurt, I shook uncontrollably, sobs were shaking my whole being. I curled up, trying to forget the pain I felt, trying to forget Angela’s accident, trying to forget I ever met her, trying to forget I ever moved to Forks if it could stop the pain, if it could have – somehow – stopped this from happening. But I didn’t forget, and the hurt never stopped.
I had an urge to run, run far away from here, from this hospital, from everything. From everyone, even Edward, and I think he knew that.
He wrapped his arms around me, “Bella please,” his voice broke, “How can I make this better? How can I stop this pain?”
“She’s dying, Edward,” I sobbed, “My best friend. She’s dying.”
“I know,” was his only answer, and he nuzzled his face into my back and my hair, and I felt his cool breath on my neck. But I didn’t feel it, not really. I knew he was there, but I felt nothing, I didn’t react.
He hugged me a little tighter, “Bella… I…”
I turned to him.
“What if we… made her not die?” he said.
I didn’t understand.
“What if we… made her live… forever… would that ease your pain?” he was unsure, but panicking, as if this was his last resort and he could only hope it worked.
Suddenly I understood, and I didn’t want to understand. I didn’t want to understand any of this. But I did, and it hurt. It hurt so bad.
“Oh, Edward!” I said, throwing my arms around him in an embrace, “Thank you, I know you love me, but… although I want that, I could never wish that on anyone else. Or make that choice without them. I could never make that choice for them.” Or could I? What if she did want to live? I’m sure she didn’t plan on dying, Angela just wasn’t the type.
People die all the time.
But it hurt so bad, and she didn’t want to die, not yet.
How can someone make that life-altering a choice?