posted by bitten_byedward
Ch 8 My Sick Days
A/N: I own no characters.
Sorry to keep you waiting so long. There's a bunch of excuses and I know you don't want to hear them!
Finally, I woke up. It was 3:00 AM. I wondered how I had slept so late.
I wrote Charlie a note. Explaining I was sick and would not go to school the next day, or, technically, today. I felt really crappy. And, my head hurt! At least I had something to distract me from my heart.
Anytime I even thought of them, the little edges around the hole would tear and burn. Sometimes, I even regretted ever finding out who they were. I mean, on a day to day basis for the rest of my existence, I would wonder if they really were real. Well, I know they were real, but, what they were, was that real? Was I crazy? I never really knew. I mean, I had memories, but who even knew if those were real? They could be from my subconscious or imaginations.
I went back to bed and fell asleep, thinking deeply made my head hurt even worse. Then I had a nightmare.
I was in the forest. Just walking. Then I realized, I wasn't walking, I was searching. Then I realized that there might not be anything to search for. That I might be overly obsessed with finding nothing.
"Bella! Bella! What is it?" Charlie asked, worried.
"Nothing," I assured him, "Just a bad dream. No damage done. Now go to work. It's almost 6:30!" I told him. I didn't want the Chief to be late on my behalf.
"Okay. See ya later, Bells. And, I got your note. I already called in sick for you at school."
"Thanks, Dad." Then, Charlie left. I was glad when I heard the cruiser pull out, I was already hyperventilating in fear. I don't know what it was about the nightmare that scared me. I ended up fainting.
Everyday after that, I was "sick." I went to bed early, actually, not even leaving my bed, excpet to go to the bathroom. I ignored my friends calls. I was lifeless, Charlie had to fend for himself in the kitchen or order in. I even ate in bed.
I didn't really care, I mean, what did I have to live for anymore. I didn't even know if my truest of true loves exsisted. How crappy would that be. Yes, people remember them, but, how did I know he was the true love, my Romeo, if he was no vampire.
That was mostly why he was my true love. And, now, in the condition I was in, true love made me sick, since, what I had been informed, I had lost it.
Sunday was the day Charlie was tried of my "sickness."
"Bella? Can you come down here?"
"Sure......Dad." I wasn't sure why he wanted to.
When I got downstairs, I saw irritation in Charlie's eyes.
"Bella, are you still sick?" Charlie asked, I wondered why he was wondering.
"Yes," I replied, I tried to make my voice raspy.
"I think maybe I should take you to the doctor maybe. If you've been sick this long." NO! I couldn't go to a doctor. I wasn't sick!
"No, I'm actually going to school tomorrow." I anwsered. "I feel alot better."
"Good, I was starting to get worried." I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying after that. I was thinking heavily, having a heated debat with my own mind on whether I should find out if he was real or not, why it would matter to me, how it could help me. The pro's and con's, as you could call it. I was wondering how I would be tomorrow, I didn't feel like I wanted to sit and chit-chat with everyone. I figured out what I was going to do on Monday.
I would be anti-social. That would help me uncover the mystery of my fictional past, I wouldn't have to worry about talking to everyone while figuring things from my memory.
Perfect, I thought. I never thought I would want to be, but, I had to, it was them or friends, and right now, to prove, to myself, I wasn't crazy, they won.
A/N: Did you like it? Sorry I've kept you waiting! I've been busy. Plz R&R and Tell me what should happen next!!