Once again, Bella awoke in a sweat. Even though she knew Edward was here – or was he? Was it a dream? No, she told herself as she walked through the halls of the mental asylum, he was here – the nightmares still were relentless.
Bah, at least she had her pipe.
The teenager sat on the bus in silence, her head resting against the back of the seat. Eyes shutting, Bella took in a deep sigh and released it soon afterwards.
Her hands brushed silently over her now clothed legs in a curious manner; it felt odd to be wearing jeans again. The sweatshirt she had tossed on was a little too big, but still comfortable. She was quite sure she looked like shit – but hey, what did she care anymore?
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Once again, Bella awoke in a sweat. Even though she knew Edward was here – or was he? Was it a dream? No, she told herself as she walked through the halls of the mental asylum, he was here – the nightmares still were relentless.
Bah, at least she had her pipe.
The teenager sat on the bus in silence, her head resting against the back of the seat. Eyes shutting, Bella took in a deep sigh and released it soon afterwards.
Her hands brushed silently over her now clothed legs in a curious manner; it felt odd to be wearing jeans again. The sweatshirt she had tossed on was a little too big, but still comfortable. She was quite sure she looked like shit – but hey, what did she care anymore?