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Hollowed Existences

~spoiler warning~ What would have happened if Bella hadn't jumped?...

I sort of just started this little story for fun because I wanted to see as to where it might go. hehe xD. The chapters are going to be short, why? I don't know. My brain doesn't tell me its reasoning most of the time but I bet it has something to do with the fact that if i squished it all together it wouldn't sound right. Thats my guess. hehe xD. Oh and of course, I don't own Twilight, New Moon, or any of the characters. They are all Stephenie Meyer's creations. ^_^

2. Chapter 2

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“Bella! Why don’t you move? Why won’t you go up to Jacob’s like you had been for a few weeks? Did you two get into a fight or something? Bella, talk to me.”

I was just staring at Charlie with a blank face. It had been a little over a week since I had nearly died from jumping off the cliff. Every day that I left the house my life was in danger. If I were going to stick around for Charlie and Renee’s sake then I had to make sure my life wouldn’t be jeopardized. The only way I knew how to keep my life as safe as possible, was to not have a life. Therefore, I crawled back into my shell and became the solitary person once again.

Charlie’s face brought me out of my thoughts. It was full of concern. He knew the symptoms of my shell-like state and he was trying with all his might to get some sort of reaction out of me. I decided to budge… for the moment at least.

I looked up into Charlie’s face and met him eye to eye. He wasn’t going to like what I was about to say but he’d have to deal with it anyway.

“Charlie, I’ll answer your questions in the order of which you asked. I don’t move because I don’t feel like moving. I don’t go over to Jacobs because I’ve lost interest in going there. And no, we didn’t get into a fight,” I sighed. “There, I talked to you.”

I looked back at the television when what I had said sank in and a look of pure anger crept into his eyes. He had been kneeling beside the sofa, which was where I was seated, but he now rose to his full height.

“Isabella Marie Swan,” he roared. “I’m warning you. If you do not get up and start acting…for lack of a better word, normal, I swear to you that you will be sent off to live with your mother!”

I jerked my head up to look at him. He knew I wouldn’t go and that if he forced me to go that I would put up one big fight. I hadn’t been able to feel much of anything in the past week but the look of anger on his face made me feel guilty. How could I do this to Charlie? To see his daughter being so lifeless must make him sad and angry at the same time. But then I remembered how I could have so easily ended this pain of mine, but I stayed alive so Charlie wouldn’t feel pain. And this was how he re-paid me? A fresh wave of anger incased me and suddenly I was on my feet.

“Try and make me!” I stormed up the steps, tripped once, stubbed my toe twice, went into my room, slammed the door with all the strength I could muster, fell onto my bed, and cried myself to sleep.


When I awoke the next morning I was very disoriented. I could tell I hadn’t slept well last night and that that was a contributing factor. I looked out the window and saw it was very bright. Then I turned my gaze to my clock and saw it said two twenty-one.

“Well it obviously isn’t AM,” I mumbled to myself.

Of course, I did not set the clock last night and as a result I slept in. As I shifted under the covers and went to get up, I heard something softly hit the floor. I looked down and saw an envelope. On the front was Charlie’s handwriting and of course it was addressed to me. I found that very strange but then again knowing Charlie, he wouldn’t have wanted to talk to me in person because he knew another fight would have broken out. I slowly opened the envelope, careful not to cut myself. I drew out the piece of notebook paper and opened it up.

Morning Bella, I heard you tossing in your sleep, among other things, and decided to not wake you up. I am very sorry for yelling at you last night Bells but you were acting very irrationally. I didn’t just write this note as an apology, I also have something else I need to say to you but considering what it is I know another fight would’ve broken out and I couldn’t have another one this morning. Bella, I want you to know that I love you very much but your behavior and attitude have put me in quite a predicament. I only want to do what I think is best for you so that is why I called Renee and talked with her and she seemed to agree with me… reluctantly, but she agreed none the less. We both feel that if you do not return to your normal behavior, one of two things is going to happen. You will either be sent to live with Renee and Phil or, I am very sorry Bells, you will be sent to a mental institution until such a time as the doctors see fit that you are alright for every day life again. Please understand what your mother and I have agreed upon and realize we just want to do what we think is best for you and this town obviously isn’t what is best for you now. If you need anything just call me, the number is on the fridge as always. Love you. Dad

A mental institution; they are planning on sending me to a mental institution if I don’t snap out of this state or move in with mom?

I sunk to the floor and sat there, without a thought in my mind as to what was going to happen to me.

Why won’t anyone let me do what I want to do? Why are they always making decisions based on what they believe to be right for me? It isn’t fair.