Bella hung up the phone, and gulped. She sniffled as she looked around the empty hotel room. James had her mother, was going to kill her. Hurt her. She sniffled again, then stood up off the hotel room bed and stared out the window.
"If only I had the time to call Edward," she said as rain poured down.
Bella watched the rain fall, and suddenly on her phone got a text message from Twitter.
"Tupac wsa the shit. Not only is he good at makin' raps, he faked his own death too!"
Bella, for the first time in her life, had an idea.
"Bella, so glad you could come."
"Where's my mother, James? Where is she? Let her go!"
"Your mother isn't here, Bella. I fooled you." James laughed.
"I knew you were going to do this. I know you just want me dead." Bella pulled out a vile of red liquid. "You just want to have the satisfaction of killing me!"
"Not just the satisfaction of killing you, Bella. But of killing Edward's heart."
"It's too bad I can't let you do that. This vile is poison. I'm going to kill myself, before you even get a chance."
"You foolish girl, why would you want to die if you found the love of your life?"
"Because like every misunderstood teenage girl in high school that happens to be in love with a vampire that's thousands of years older than her- I'm a bit emotional." She drank the vile, tears running down her eyes. She collapsed onto the floor, convulsing.
Just then, Edward burst through a window in an overly dramatic fashion.
"James! What have you done with Bella!"
"Edward, I have done nothing but call her here. She has simply killed herself with a vile of poison."
"No. You killed her!"
Edward lunges at
"Oh Bella, my sweet Bella! You are dead. Why? Why would you do this?" Edward let out tears from his withered old face. He looked around the room, barely seeing through his eyes now filled with tears. On the old wooden dresser that stood in the corner with one wobbly leg, a knife- just visible by its handle, lay. Edward got up, slowly, moving towards the knife.
He grabbed it and looked at it, shining and sparkling in the twilight.
"With this, I will come to you my love. I will come to you." He took the knife and pointed it at his own chest, then plunged it through his heart. He was dead.
Bella awoke to find Edward and James both dead in the room.
"What have I done?" she said after assessing the situation. "My love, the only man I have ever loved besides that family friend of mine that I thought about for like, a minute, but then decided it was you. But if you hadn't died, I probably would've been fickle about it and made a lot of drama over it. But instead, you're dead my Edward."
She took the small knife out of his heart and looked at it.
"This is my fault. I'll come to you, my love."
Jacob then burst through a glass window, as Bella lunged the knife into her heart.
"No!" he yelled. "Why Bella? Why would you kill yourself?" he lifted her head up a bit.
"Didn't you get my text message? To tell Edward that I was faking my death?"
"No, the message was delivered to me. I never told him."
She then died in his hands. Jacob, pissed off that he wasn't getting any from even an ugly chick that looked homely as if she had a crack cocaine addiction, got better, and then got on crack cocaine again but then got better enough to be on welfare because she decided to go all emotional and kill herself because the wimpy douchebag that wasn't as ripped as Jacob was, decided to kill himself because he thought she decided to kill herself but she was just faking it- decided to burn the place down.
He lit a match and walked away, turning into a wolf-like creature that wasn't really a werewolf but just like a wolf. He ran off into the woods, where a hunter shot him.
The house burnt down slowly, Bella and Edward actually still alive inside and burning in the fire to their horrible deaths.
Every anniversary of that fire, if you look into the stars you'll see Bella and Edward sitting there talking about how shitty that girl in History whose name Bella no longer remembers treated her. What a bitch.
The End
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