Title: Imaginary Friends

Author: Olivia-Jade-W

Rating: NC-17/M

Category: Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Some graphic scenes

Spoilers: New Moon

Summary: After Edward leaves Bella in New Moon, Bella invents herself an imaginary friend. What happens when this imaginary friend takes over Bella's mind and heart? New Summary. Dark, very dark.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the Twilight characters that come up in this story.

Quick A/N: Okay, here's the deal. I haven't written anything this dark and I am kind of nervous about it. So I will need A LOT of reviews to keep me going and give me a lot of constructive criticism or just plain criticism. Any type of review helps. So please, read this with a critical eye and point out everything wrong with it. But tell me if you think I should keep going with it. Thanks so much, guys! Okay, story time!!

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Bella POV

After Charlie ushered Renee out of my room, I sunk to the floor and gripped my knees, shaking hard.

It's okay. I heard a faint voice whisper to me. I didn't look up. I didn't change my position, I simply sobbed harder. It wasn't the voice I wanted to hear. It wasn't his voice, it wasn't velvet. Just soft.

He'll be back. It's okay.

"I don't believe you." I whispered. The voice said something. Whoever was talking wasn't talking very loud. I could hardly hear them over the patter of rain outside my window. "What do you want?" I asked, still buried in my knees.

I want you to be happy.

"Well, I'm not." I said; a sob ripping from my throat as a fresh batch of tears ran down my face.

I could make you happy. I swallowed the next sob.

"Who the hell do you-" As I tore my face out of my legs and looked around the room, my hostile question died in my throat. There was not a soul in the room besides my own destroyed one. Great, I thought. Now I'm hearing voices in my head. Just like- I didn't allow myself to finish that. I just curled up on the floor and begged sleep to come.

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Sometime between the next morning and the afternoon, I felt myself being dragged from the mindless sleep that I had somehow gotten. I didn't bother opening my eyes, knowing they would be disappointed when Edward wasn't beside me. I could feel two voids, one where he usually lay, waiting for me to wake up, and the other inside of me, tugging me deep inside the black hole.

Good morning, sunshine. I grumbled and turned over in my bed. My mind slowly processed the soft voice that spoke the words. The voice was familiar, but not strikingly so, only distantly recognizable. My eyes shot open. It was the voice that I had heard the night before, while I was curled on the floor. I peered around the room. It was blurry. It took me a minute to realize that it was the tears in my eyes that were obstructing my vision, not the remains of a good sleep. I wiped my eyes hurriedly and gazed anxiously around the room again. It was empty. I felt the serrated knife at my chest, digging out my heart as I moaned softly. I pulled the covers over my head and positioned myself firmly in a tight ball. I distantly heard my mother's feather light feet, pattering softly as she ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I registered that she would be coming in, but I didn't make a movement to welcome her. I wanted her to leave me alone for the first time in my life. And, consequently, for the first time in my life, Renee was refusing to do just that.

"Bella?" she asked quietly from my doorway. "Bella, are you okay?" I didn't acknowledge her at all. After a moment, I heard her footsteps approach the bed. It sank as she sat on the edge, carefully tugging back the blanket and stroking my hair. She mouth was moving and her eyes looked sympathetic.

Hey, genius, she's talking to you. The soft voice spoke, not matching any of the movements Renee's mouth made. I shivered slightly and tried to focus solely on Renee.

"and I think if you gave things a chance, you would find that this Edward boy wasn't-" the moment Edward's name came out of my mother's mouth, I felt a sharp pain in my side. I could feel the sting of tears behind my eyes, waiting to break.

Oh, baby, don't cry. That soft voice caught me off guard.

"I am not your baby." I whispered fiercely, looking around for the perpetrator.

But I love you. I cannot live without you. You are my life now. The voice had an edge to it, a sharp edge as I realized who had uttered those words to me before. I screamed out in pain.

"SHUT UP!!"

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Renee POV

"Charlie- I- I don't know what to do." I said quietly. Bella had fallen asleep on her floor last night around eleven, and Charlie had moved her onto her bed at midnight, to avoid waking her. "I've never seen her like this. What did that boy do?" I asked, anger flaring up inside me.

"He- well, he-" Charlie stuttered. "I don't know what he did, honestly. When we brought her inside she was just repeating the words 'He's gone.'" Charlie looked defeated. Bella moaned from upstairs. I threw a glance at Charlie and we quickly decided that I should be the one to talk to her. I then headed upstairs to talk to Bella.

She was curled in a ball under her covers. I pulled them back and stroked her dirty hair. She had been refusing to wash it for the past week. Neither Charlie nor I could figure out why, so we just allowed for it. I started talking to her, not really paying attention to what I was saying as much as I was paying attention to her expressions. I watched her closely. Her face was twisted in pain, but in her eyes there was a familiar spark. As the spark grew, her face quickly masked over, and anger was evident in every calm feature.

"I am not you baby." She whispered coldly, looking around the room with a hostile ewpression filling her face. In a quick moment I watched as her face burst through the mask, the pain too unbearable to look at.

"SHUT UP!!" she screamed loudly, thrashing on the bed, her eyes closed tight as the tears pulsed down her cheeks.

Das ende kapitel

I love German. It actually means 'the end chapter', but that sounds so much cooler in a foreign language!!

Okay- thoughts? Likes, dislikes, constructive criticism, not-at-all-constructive criticism… I want to hear what you guys think. I'll post another chapter before I make the decision of whether or not to toss the story. The next chapter will be a lot clearer, and will take place a few months after this little episode. Please review and tell me if I should continue this mess.