Bulls In the Bronx | PTV [ROUGH EDITING]

Currents Convulsive *

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Bulls In The Bronx [Fan Fiction] Project - By RainPierce

Currents Convulsive

Bella's P.O.V

I can't get him out of my mind. I can't forget him.

Who am I talking about?

Someone I shouldn't be even be thinking about it even the slightest. But, the memories are haunting, and for some reason, as much as I try, they can't get out of my mind. Just thinking about it brings in a big headache. My head is in a current state of chaos, it's throbbing and its as if there's an earthquake going on, and it's just bothering me. My thoughts overrun each other, and I'm almost close to crying. it's like a disease I can't cure, and it's aching me. I'm just itching to rip him out of my thoughts.

I told them I can sleep, but I can't. I'm a liar, and I admit it.

Until, it's eight in the morning the next day, and my eyes are slowly starting to close. Until, I begin to hear voices, and I'm questioning my sanity. No, I'm not going crazy... right? For the next few seconds, I remain in silence, tangled in the bedsheets, the side of my head on the pillow, keeping an ear out to listen. Who's there?

"Jaime stop! Don't ... don't... jaime!"

"That's what she said."

I squirmed in my bed, annoyed by the erupting noises. I'm not crazy, people are just shouting too early in the morning. For a couple of seconds, I try to ease my breathing, and close my eyes and go to sleep. But my eyes are just closed, and I'm just listening to everything around me. For a moment it's deeply silent, I hear my own breathing, my heartbeat, and the birds chirping outside of the window. But then, I keep hearing noises that are coming from somewhere, and I figure it's downstairs. Just then... I'm slowly starting to fall asleep.

"JAIME!"

Bang. Bang. BANG.

"YOU IDIOT!"

What the hell is happening? Is somebody dying? I squirm on my bed, with my troubled thoughts. Then, it's starting to feel hot and I'm quickly pushing the bedsheets away from me. I groan, now feeling completely awake rather than sleepy. What is happening?! I'm trying to get some goddamn SLEEP.

BANG BANG BANG.

"JAIME GET OUT THE FUCKING KITCHEN!"

Someone's laughing, but this time it sounds like a girl. I raise an eyebrow, in confusion. But, I'm the only girl that's in this house? I'm not downstairs. I'm not laughing. I'm in bed.

I jolt up, eyes wide, completely in shock. Who's there? My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I look around the room, well, my room. (I gotta get used to saying that term, since, well, it kinda, is, my room, now) The sunlight is completely shining inside, blinding me. I groan, and hold my head and it felt slightly heavy due to the fact that I just woke up, and I am lazy in the morning. Besides, I was disturbed by my beauty sleep, and the sun can kill your eyes even more in the morning.

I blink a couple times and rub my eyes, completely adjusting to what's in front of me. Everything's clearer now, and I'm more awake. I quickly get up, shaking my legs, and my whole body (to wake them up too) and sigh. Just the thought of it, I realize my hair is obviously messy since every time I sleep, I either end up on the right, the left, the bottom, or the front side of the bed. So yeah, my hair probably makes me look like a hobo sleeping under the bridge for ten years straight. But, just thinking about the amount of work just to go downstairs to check, braiding my hair is a lot of work.