Friday, 11 November 2011

Chapter 9: Obituary

Chapter 9: Obituary
Jacob POV

In desperation we do strange things, Bells. You just don’t stop to think about them before you’re doing something insane without reason.

It was so hard Bella, for all of us. Fake-smiles and flowers were all that stopped us from trying to think about, let alone answer, that nagging word that silenced the room.

You go into this state of ignorance for the world around you. Time doesn’t matter any more. Days blur into weeks, clocks have no purpose – the rules of night and day don’t apply to you any more. I found myself fighting with the nurses as they told me to leave, my friends tried to drag me out in the night as I listened to your soothing heart monitor – the rhythmic buzzing became my favourite song, a lullaby that reminded me you were still in there. You were still alive. It got to the stage where I was sat opposite him. You’re probably happy at that I guess. Your internal melody kept us from fighting talking – both joined by the shared faith in your survival and infuriated when that beautiful silence was interrupted.

Anyway, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, and I’d rather you hear it from me first. Here it goes. I kissed you when you were in your coma, on the lips. I wish I could say that I had dreamed of your fairytale awakening, Bells, but the truth is a lot more twisted than that. They were out hunting; I was alone, with you… looking so radiant. The partitions between the room were closed; the curtains open to let the sunlight stream onto your porcelain skin. It sprung out of nowhere, I swear! I know you’ll hate me; I’m an idiot and a creep. I shouldn’t have even considered it, trust me Bells – I wasn’t in my right mind, I wasn’t myself! The Docs were giving up hope, it was months Bella, they didn’t think you’d make it; they said… they said we should consider ‘letting you go’. Never! I would never, Bella, I wouldn’t even consider it! I will never give up hope on you. You’ve got to believe me, I wasn’t thinking straight. They said you should die ‘peacefully’, I guess the blood-suckers decided to clear their heads and ran away, but I faced it Bella, I stayed with you as they left you. Alone. I would’ve done anything. Just to know that there was something there, that you were inside, hearing my screams.

What had I been dreaming about? - You’re probably wondering. There’s a reason I kept this to the end, Bells, because it has been haunting me since the day you fell and up until now it’s been incomplete, but now that missing detail that I needed to finish it was found.

I planned it – my death – vowed that if you didn’t wake up, if that monitor skipped one small beat, then I was going with you. I will always follow you Bells, into the darkness. I stayed as close as they would let me, making sure that you were still there, counting each precious tone in my head. It would be the same way you went: I would go to the cliffs we had been at so many months ago. I was going to take some peonies, white ones – your favourites, aren’t they? I would put them there with my note, so everybody knew it was not an accident, but a declaration of my undying love for you, Bella. A purposeful; meaningful act of sheer courage that was never to be mistaken for a drunken leap or idiotic dare that a childish teenager would do. I would slot the note in the flowers and tie it with some black ribbon – embroidered with gold thread to bind the words onto the silk fabric forever. “Sleep tight, princess.” Then I would jump, near the rocks, the day after your funeral. It wouldn’t hurt, Bells, because I’d know I would be with you soon. Hear your laughter again, like the soft chime of bells. See you smile, just one more time.

You know in some cultures, taking a picture of someone is as personal as cutting off some of their hair, because it is like capturing a piece of their soul. I don’t want to just have the memories, there is no soul in the newer pictures I have of you. You don’t smile with your eyes, I can tell. Because when you really smile it melts my heart and the heat flashes through my body like a firework. I just want to see you smile, Bells. Just to show me this was an accident, not an escape-route – I know you’re smart, Bella, but you wouldn’t. Would you? It makes me wonder if I really know you at all.

I know I’ve been looking for too many ‘signs’ over the past few weeks, spent hours asking you to move a finger, flutter an eyelash, anything just to reaffirm my faith, reassure me that this is worth it. But I’m serious here; Bells… just, just pull through this. Wake up. I guess it makes no difference to me though; I’ll be with you wherever you are. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there. I know, I know, you probably don’t feel the same about me yet, but I can deal with that. Just as long as you’re safe, Bells. Happy.

Sweet Dreams,


Jacob


I watch as the water swallows the final word and the waves drag the sodden rag into the darkness. Nobody has to know about this. I don’t know why I even decided to write it. It seems so pathetic and weak. At least she’ll never have to see it, feel the lies sink into her cold skin. I got sucked into that black hole of remorse, just begging for her sympathy. The biggest lie, the most difficult to write is by far the worst. She’ll never be happy, so long as he is here. And I will never be able to deal with that.

Bella POV

It was like a deeply rehearsed play. Carlisle shot them with rubber bullets in the forest near their house, to knock them out. Alice and I had some fun arranging them on the sofas with strewn blankets and half-empty coffee mugs, the dregs swirling at the bottom. Edward said I should lie down, get some rest, build up my strength – but I didn’t want to waste any second they were with me. We continued with our life-size doll house game and added an open packet of biscuits, sprinkling some crumbs over the floor, much to Esme’s dismay, and set up a horror movie to play the credits as they were waking up. I put a magazine on the couch next to Renee and her phone in her hand. It was all rather convincing until we had to devise the reason they were at the Cullen’s recently refurbished house as far away from the hospital as it could get.

‘Ooh, I know, we could bring some equipment to the cliff,’ Alice said, enthusiastically, turning to Carlisle in need of approval.

Edward rolled his eyes and her voice became background noise as I stared into the amber jewels, our gazes locked instantly, the room becoming a hazy blur. Alice had been coming up with many extreme ideas and everyone was starting to lose patience, but it seemed that this one had caught Carlisle’s attention.

‘Well, if we just move this here, we could bring some equipment back, then set it up over there,’ He walked from the room, Alice in tow, pointing widely with his arms.

I looked to Edward and he shook his head indulgently.

‘We’ll leave this up to them, just make sure you don’t laugh during our little performance’ He smiled, and I felt my heart thud slowly into my ribcage like a hammer on a over-filled pillow, quickly remembering to return his smile.

It had been so long, so long since I’d seen him, touched him, felt his marble torso as we clung together.

Only a few hours ago I was blasted into thick, blinding darkness, suffocating in this heavy fog that was pushing on every cell in my body and being swallowed into the damp core of this strange being, nothingness, hacking at every part of me.

And in the deafening silence something grabbed me.

Then I was choking, it felt like I would explode, a balloon fit to burst and was still being pumped with astonishing light and forced down my throat with no space for it, but it was a magnificent feeling, thousands of blinding butterflies floating through my bones and caressing each inch of me until I was luminous and the butterflies dissolved until I feel a razor slide into my lungs. Then another, and I realise it is air. So I intake all I can, the familiar thump of my heart charging up, ready for the finale. My eyes flickered and I saw a bizarre pink glow penetrating through the darkness. My eyelids! So I concentrate, feeling the cool breeze brush onto my cheeks like stone, willing with all of the trapped energy inside of me that had been dormant for so long…

And then they were open. And he was there.

And all was right with the world.

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