Bellas point of view x!

I was fretting over what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. This day was the day I was going to get married to my angel Edward Cullen. The word fiancé and wife still freaks me out. None of that matter's thought as long a can be with my saviour for ever.

The wedding was three days away. I coundt wait, even though I was very and when I say very I mean it, nervous. I think I had sent jasper into panic overload. I was round at the Cullen's and Alice, my best friend and soon to be sister was assigned wedding planner. NOT BY ME! She assigned herself the job we knew she would make the day perfect but over the top as well.

"Bella, LOOK! Your dress has arrived" Alice squealed as she came running in.

"Alice it is in a box" I said looking at her oddly"

"Yes I know that, silly bella!" she replied and then she gave me the look.

Oh crap, help that look I new any day! Alice+excted+wedding dress = Barbie doll me for hours. I need an excuse quick.

"Come on bella!" and with that I was dragged up the stairs and into Alice bedroom.

On the way up I looked over at Edward, Emmet and Jasper who were laughing their heads off. I scowled at all of them.

After hours of hair pulling, make up and dress fitting, Alice had everything she wanted. I loved the dress it was perfect. The dress was white. It was a boob tube type dress. The top was tightly fitted witch gave me an impressive cleavage and scattered with real pink swavaski crystals. The dress was detailed along the hem with a trim frill and the dress was floor length with slightly puffed out skirt.

I thanked Alice with big bear hug, and made my escape. Finally!

I decided to go and take a shower in mine and Edwards's room.

I stepped into the hot water and it was so lovely, I went to grab my strawberry smelling shampoo with out thinking I ran to get it and slipped and hit my head on the sink. I knew the others wouldn't have heard my fall because of the noise of the electric power shower. As I slowly began to sit up I felt dizzy. That's when I smelt salt and rust and knew I was bleeding. I got up and steadied myself by holding onto the sink. I examined myself in the mirror. I was not sure what to do but it was to risky to go downstairs, I decided I wasn't going to make a big commotion I wound clean this up myself.

The cut was actually quite deep and ran from my left eyebrow, diagonally to just past my hairline.. Id caught my forehead on the hook that held the towels. Stupid mare I thought to myself. First of all I got some tissue and started the cold tap running splashing the cut and cleaning it. The blood ran down the sink in big drops. Then I decided to make a little bandage of tissue and keep it compressed to my head. I needed a fist aid kit but couldn't risk any of my family smelling my blood up close. So before I called someone up I decided to pull on a white towling robe with one hand. Then while keeping one hand on my head pressing hard on the tissue I worked on cleaning up the blood. Being carful not to miss a spot I finally let my head drop over the sink again and blood came pouring out more slowly and sticky this time.