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    Elliptical

     Chapter 17- Alone

    I walked, I flew on a plane at some point, and I walked some more. Always at night it seemed. The Volturi never traveled during the day. I only began to think again when we reached the courtyard of my nightmares. Volterra. I was back. For the same reason as before, to save Edward, except this time he wasn't here. The gates opened for us as we passed through them, I shivered. 

    "Bella we all hope you will be comfortable here." Aro said leading us in side a frightening hallway. If I wasn't so drained of emotion and thought I probably would have laughed.

    "Where is my room?" I asked with no sentiment.

    "Marcus, would you please show Bella where she will be staying?" Aro inquired glancing over his right shoulder. Marcus acknowledged Aro's words and brushed passed me. I hand to jog to catch up with him. Marcus refused to look at me as we walked. He led me down a long hall, which I hand not been in before. He stopped suddenly and I ran into him. He jumped away from me as if I had burned him.  If I had been in my own mind I might have apologized but as it was, I could have decapitated him and not cared. I opened the door and slammed it behind me. 

    The room was full of books (bribes I bet), a balcony over looking the courtyard, and a huge bed. I ran and threw myself onto it. I felt nothing for hours. Eventually I curled into the fetal position. The sun rose over Italy, which would have been beautiful if I had cared. I didn't know what felt worse. Being separated from Edward knowing he didn't love me anymore. Or knowing he is out there still loving me. Equal, I suppose. I fell asleep in the end, because of my lack of movement. I didn't dream and I didn't have any nightmares, why would I? I was in mine. 

    Knocking woke me. I pulled the pillow over my head. Edward would get it. The knocking persisted. I threw the pillow and sat up. I wasn't at home. I was still here, alone. That was when I broke down. I was really here. Against my will. I lay back down onto my back. Let whoever wanted to talk to me knock forever. I could careless.

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