Ch 8 My Sick Days

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Bella POV

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 siguiente 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 día to día 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 o imaginations.

I went back to cama 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 buscar for. That I might be overly obsessed with finding nothing.

I screamed.

"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 tu at school."

"Thanks, Dad." Then, Charlie left. I was glad when I heard the crucero 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.



TUESDAY


WEDNESDAY


THURSDAY


FRIDAY


SATURDAY


Everyday after that, I was "sick." I went to cama 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 cocina o 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 amor made me sick, since, what I had been informed, I had lost it.




Sunday was the día Charlie was tried of my "sickness."

"Bella? Can tu 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 tu 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 tu 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 o not, why it would matter to me, how it could help me. The pro's and con's, as tu 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 o friends, and right now, to prove, to myself, I wasn't crazy, they won.


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