Bella dropped the subject, not wanting to talk on it anymore. She knew she hurt him. She would know forever. It was just something that would happen until the day she was changed. Another reason why she couldn't wait to become a vampire; not causing him (or anyone else.) any more useless pain.

It was funny. If she could read his thoughts, she would have rolled her eyes at his thoughts as well. She could turn all of his arguments against him. But no matter what she did, or no matter how she told him she wanted to do it, he still would take the blame for everything. Everything she did that was painful was wrong. Everything she did that was right (in her eyes) was wrong. Could she ever do anything right?

And ... Edward was still cleaning. Bella sighed, a deep, shuddered sigh, and shook her head. He always yelled at her for not doing what he asked. But he never did what she asked either. So.

Please don't cry. The words made her want to cry all the more, and she lifted one bandaged hand up to her eyes, poking at them in hopes of that making her want to stop crying. "I can't help it," she sniffled at him, shaking her head. "I'm just so fed up with this place. And these stupid rules and these stupid uniforms and the fact that I want to touch you so badly it's almost painful but I can't is just driving me absolutely insane.

"And it's a stupid hat," she said with a laugh, turning to him with teared eyes. "You're just biased. I could wear the most hideous thing in the world and you would think I look okay in it."

Bella continued to look at him, not being able to tear her gaze away. At least they couldn't stop her from looking at him, right? "You never told me what happened to you. How you got that sling. And I want the truth. I told you everything."