#wasntfair

❝ i don't even know who i am anymore. i've lost myself in trying to please everyone else. ❞

𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃. there was only a little sting, a little blood, but as time went on the cut on her arm had gotten worse in pain, in the blood that stained the side of her arm. how did she manage to hurt herself ? it was simple, really, & a reason she wants to kick herself for. walking in the woods, as she often did taking in the nature that surrounded their home or the meadow, eyes failed to look carefully at the ground. a tree root covered by overgrown plants had caught her foot causing the teen to fall forward. when she did, as she tried to catch herself, her arm had gotten cut on a rock. ❛ it didn't seem so bad on the walk home . . ❜ she says almost sheepishly, cursing her apparent in inhertiance of being clumsy. ❛ does it look like it'll need stitches ? please say no-- ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 of her jacket. hands stuffed into pockets as bella exits her truck, careful not to step in the wrong mud puddle that could mean sending her straight onto her face. approching the red barn, hand gently rasps knuckled against wood as her way of knocking. lips wear a smile, friendly, but on the inside she feels a tight ball of guilt. why was she here ? to see jacob, but also to apologize for how much of a bad friend she's been. ( her excuse isn't really an excuse. but, after edward left her the way he did . . mentally she hadn't been in the best spot. so, she distanced herself when she shouldn't have. ) ❛ hey, jake, ❜ spoken as she takes a step inward. body is slightly tense, awaiting what she assumes will either be the cold shoulder or understanding. ❛ your dad told me you were out here. i, uh, . . what're you doing ? ❜