"I'm fine," she told Edward a little too quickly, and she mentally scolded herself for it. She wasn't fine. She was going to make him completely miserable. She knew it the moment she decided what her plans were out on the Recreational Field. She knew, and yet she did it anyway. ... But was it any different than what she had done before? Leaving to deal with James and meet her death. Going to see Jacob when he had practically pleaded for her to not go.
You are the monster, Isabella Swan. Not him.
"I don't want to get yelled at. Or. You know. Whatever it is soldiers do for punishment. I'm sure whatever it is, it's not pleasant." And ... there was the nervous talking. The words came out before she could even stop herself from talking. Who did this to you?
You did. Or, someone who looked like you did.
She didn't know where to start. His finger against her face instantly calmed her, and she couldn't help but slightly lean into his hand, eyes falling shut for a moment before opening. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for lying. But ... if I didn't, you wouldn't have let me go. I ... was told Venom had been released earlier yesterday, and ... and I knew you needed help getting ... something to eat, so I ... I went to the Chapel. And ... was ... attacked by some kind of ghost child that burnt my arms. But I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel anything - it was like I ... something was wrong, and I don't know what happened."
Bella didn't want to look at him. Didn't want to see the anger, even if it was well deserved. "Be mad at me. I deserve it. I deserve every kind of hateful thought you could have. I'm sorry."
"But I'm not sorry for going," she continued. "Because ... I accomplished what I wanted to do. I got what I wanted. ... And I was helped. By ... by Venom. The nurses - they must have lied, because ... because he found me when I was ... attacked," she paused then, and she hung her head, knowing he would understand. "I ... I was attacked. By something. Pretending to be you. And I was helpless."
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You are the monster, Isabella Swan. Not him.
"I don't want to get yelled at. Or. You know. Whatever it is soldiers do for punishment. I'm sure whatever it is, it's not pleasant." And ... there was the nervous talking. The words came out before she could even stop herself from talking. Who did this to you?
You did. Or, someone who looked like you did.
She didn't know where to start. His finger against her face instantly calmed her, and she couldn't help but slightly lean into his hand, eyes falling shut for a moment before opening. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for lying. But ... if I didn't, you wouldn't have let me go. I ... was told Venom had been released earlier yesterday, and ... and I knew you needed help getting ... something to eat, so I ... I went to the Chapel. And ... was ... attacked by some kind of ghost child that burnt my arms. But I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel anything - it was like I ... something was wrong, and I don't know what happened."
Bella didn't want to look at him. Didn't want to see the anger, even if it was well deserved. "Be mad at me. I deserve it. I deserve every kind of hateful thought you could have. I'm sorry."
"But I'm not sorry for going," she continued. "Because ... I accomplished what I wanted to do. I got what I wanted. ... And I was helped. By ... by Venom. The nurses - they must have lied, because ... because he found me when I was ... attacked," she paused then, and she hung her head, knowing he would understand. "I ... I was attacked. By something. Pretending to be you. And I was helpless."