I Love You," I Said In A

Non-reality Was Black, And It Didn't Hurt So Much.

At Least He's Alive And Well. I Love Him Enough That I Want That. I Want Him To Have What's Best For Him." She Sighed. "i Just Don't Want To Stick Around To Watch.

Um, Bella? You've Got A Huge Cut On Your Forehead, And It's Gushing Blood," He Informed Me. I Clapped My Hand Over My Head. Sure Enough, It Was Wet And Sticky. I Could Smell Nothing But The Damp Moss On My Face, And That Held Off The Nausea. Oh, I'm So Sorry, Jacob." I Pushed Hard Against The Gash, As If I Could Force The Blood Back Inside My Head. Why Are You Apologizing For Bleeding?" He Wondered As He Wrapped A Long Arm Around My Waist And And Pulled Me To My Feet.

Two Voices Struggled Inside Me. One That Wanted To Be Good And Brave, And One That Told The Good One To Keep Her Mouth Shut.

I'm Really Glad Edward Didn't Kill You. Everything's So Much More Fun With You Around." — Emmett Cullen