Chapter 4: Worthless Months

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When I went over to the Swan's house, Bella was awake. She told me that Edward came, they talked, he told her that he didn't love her. That they could never work. That he didn't want her. That night she cried and cried, and when she woke up she cried some more. I understand her pain, well maybe not really. I mean I was only their so call friend, Bella had her boyfriend, her lover, and he left her saying lies. Man, we are just two fucked up girls. When she went back to sleep, Charlie and I talked, I told him that the Cullens left town. That I didn't even know until one of Billy's friend informed him. He asked if I was okay and I told him that I will be. I also told him he shouldn't worry about Bella, she'll get better soon. 

But she didn't get better instead she got worse. She was like a zombie, didn't eat, sleep, nor moved from the same damn spot. Staring out her window. She didn't go to sleep, Charlie and I take turns watching her. I would go to school and he'll take care of Bella. And at nights he'll work and I'll take care of Bella. I would talk to her about my day, what's going on in school and that Angela is worried about her. It was like talking to the wall, you'll talk and talk, but the wall won't reply, it was pointless. I still did it because I wanted back my Bella. The girl who would stay up all night talking about the Cullens, the girl who would make me feel better even if she didn't feel comfortable. I just wanted my best friend back, I just wanted everything to be okay again. 

October-

Bella hasn't moved from her spot. Still the same zombie as before. My favorite holiday came around Halloween and just like last year I gave out candies. It wasn't so much fun, but at least the kids liked my candies. Jake would call every day, asking how was she, and I'll always have the same reply. Still the same but she's alive and breathing.

 Oh, and it was my birthday. Bella didn't even say a word to me. Charlie was to busy worrying over his daughter that he didn't even know what day was today. October 31, my 18th birthday. Not one single happy birthday. Well if you count the little cupcake I bought from the store and light a candle then yeah. Happy birthday to me. What a birthday. 

November- 

As the holidays approached, I tried to be as normal as possible. Thanksgiving came and I tried to make a turkey. Keyword tried. I heard that if you're stressed your food won't come out as good. I burned the damn turkey, the food and the desert didn't even bake correctly. But I was stayed positive, Christmas was going to get better. 

I'm okay. I still feel the massive pain, it grows every day, but that doesn't stop me from doing the things that need to be done. I would see Mr. Wolf and the others around often. I would see him around my home, whenever I decide to go and get away from everything. I should really sell this place. 

December-

Something changed this month, I saw bells on her laptop. I was hoping she was doing her homework or something, but instead, she was sending emails to Alice. Emails that she won't be receiving because that email was disconnected. Halfway through the month, Bella came to school this month. However, sometimes she wouldn't even bother in showing up. I had a fight with Jessica. I heard her call Bella a lowlife and that's why I beat her ass. No matter what's going on with Bella, I'll protect her. I got suspended for a week and Jessica had to get stitches on her forehead and lip. Let's just say two days later she called saying she was sorry. Told her that since Bella doesn't know, I'll be her 'friend' but when she's not there to fuck off. One morning Charlie and I came home from the store, with Bella on the couch. She was making an attempt to get back on her feet and I was proud of her. 

I woke up one morning feeling super weak. I knew this wasn't a normal cold, but I didn't know what it was. Times like this, I'm glad that I didn't sell my house. No one would find me weak and sick. One the second day, I could barely open my eyes, let alone get up. So I stayed in my bed, suffering I was in pain. I was sweating a lot, moaning because my body ached so badly and I couldn't do anything about it. My eyes were halfway close, I was in and out of consciousness when I felt a hot hand on my sweating forehead. I didn't know who it was, pretty sure it was either Mr. Wolf or his goonies but I'm so grateful. The person took care of me for two whole days. Never leaving my side. When morning would come he would cover my eyes, saying since I'm sick I shouldn't open them as much. Whatever, but I still listened to him. That voice sounded familiar like I heard it not too long ago. The last thing I remember was that voice saying goodnight, Nani. 

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