按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
〃No； I'm not。〃 My voice sounded defensive； but it was true。 I wasn't suicidal。 Even in the beginning； when
death unquestionably would have been a relief； I didn't consider it。 I owed too much to Charlie。 I felt too
responsible for Renee。 I had to think of them。
And I'd made a promise not to do anything stupid or reckless。 For all those reasons； I was still breathing。
Remembering that promise。 I felt a twinge of guilt。
but what I was doing fight now didn't really count。 It wasn't like I was taking a blade to my wrists。
Jess's eyes were round； her mouth hung open。 Her question about suicide had been rhetorical； I realized
too late。
〃Go eat；〃 I encouraged her； waving toward the fast food。 I didn't like the way she looked at me。 〃I'll
catch up in a minute。〃
I turned away from her； back to the men who were watching us with amused； curious eyes。
〃Bella； stop this right now！〃
My muscles locked into place； froze me where I stood。 Because it wasn't Jessica's voice that rebuked
me now。 It was a furious voice； a familiar voice； a beautiful voice—soft like velvet even though it was
irate。
It was his voice—I was exceptionally careful not to think his name—and I was surprised that the sound
of it did not knock me to my knees； did not curl me onto the pavement in a torture of loss。 But there was
no pain； none at all。
In the instant that I heard his voice； everything was very clear。 Like my head had suddenly surfaced out
of some dark pool。 I was more aware of everything—sight； sound； the feel of the cold air that I hadn't
noticed was blowing sharply against my face； the smells coming from the open bar door。
I looked around myself in shock。
〃Go back to Jessica；〃 the lovely voice ordered； still angry。 〃You promised—nothing stupid。〃
I was alone。 Jessica stood a few feet from me； staring at me with frightened eyes。 Against the wall； the
strangers watched； confused； wondering what I was doing； standing there motionless in the middle of the
street。
I shook my head； trying to understand。 I knew he wasn't there； and yet； he felt improbably close； close
for the first time since… since the end。 The anger in his voice was concern； the same anger that was once
very familiar—something I hadn't heard in what felt like a lifetime。
〃Keep your promise。〃 The voice was slipping away； as if the volume was being turned down on a radio。
I began to suspect that I was having some kind of hallucination。 Triggered； no doubt； by the
memory—the deja vu； the strange familiarity of the situation。
I ran through the possibilities quickly in my head。
Option one： I was crazy。 That was the layman's term for people who heard voices in their heads。
Possible。
Option two： My subconscious mind was giving me what it thought I wanted。 This was wish fulfillment—a
momentary relief from pain by embracing the incorrect idea that he cared whether I lived or died。
Projecting what he would have said if A） he were here； and B） he would be in any way bothered by
something bad happening to me。
Probable。
I could see no option three； so I hoped it was the second option and this was just my subconscious
running amuck； rather than something I would need to be hospitalized for。
My reaction was hardly sane； though—I was grateful。 The sound of his voice was something that I'd
feared I was losing； and so； more than anything else； I felt overwhelming gratitude that my unconscious
mind had held onto that sound better than my conscious one had。
I was not allowed to think of him。 That was something I tried to be very strict about。 Of course I slipped；
I was only human。 But I was getting better； and so the pain was something I could avoid for days at a
time now。 The tradeoff was the never…ending numbness。 Between pain and nothing； I'd chosen nothing。
I waited for the pain now。 I was not numb—my senses felt unusually intense after so many months of the
haze—but the normal pain held off。 The only ache was the disappointment that his voice was fading。
There was a second of choice。
The wise thing would be to run away from this potentially destructive—and certainly mentally
unstable—development。 It would be stupid to encourage hallucinations。
But his voice was fading。
I took another step forward； testing。
〃Bella； turn around；〃 he growled。
I sighed in relief。 The anger was what I wanted to hear—false； fabricated evidence that he cared； a
dubious gift from my subconscious。
Very few seconds had passed while I sorted this all out。 My little audience watched； curious。 It probably
looked like I was just dithering over whether or not I was going to approach them。 How could they guess
that I was standing there enjoying an unexpected moment of insanity？
〃Hi；〃 one of the men called； his tone both confident and a bit sarcastic。 He was fair…skinned and
fair…haired； and he stood with the assurance of someone who thought of himself as quite good…looking。 I
couldn't tell whether he was or not。 I was prejudiced。
The voice in my head answered with an exquisite snarl。 I smiled； and the confident man seemed to take
that as encouragement。
〃Can I help you with something？ You look lost。〃 He grinned and winked。
I stepped carefully over the gutter； running with water that was black in the darkness。
〃No。 I'm not lost。〃
Now that I was closer—and my eyes felt oddly in focus—I analyzed the short； dark man's face。 It was
not familiar in any way。 I suffered a curious sensation of disappointment that this was not the terrible man
who had tried to hurt me almost a year ago。
The voice in my head was quiet now。
The short man noticed my stare。 〃Can I buy you a drink？〃 he offered； nervous； seeming flattered that I'd
singled him out to stare at。
〃I'm too young；〃 I answered automatically。
He was baffled—wondering why I had approached them。 I felt compelled to explain。
〃From across the street； you looked like someone I knew。 Sorry； my mistake。〃
The threat that had pulled me across the street had evaporated。 These were not the dangerous men I
remembered。 They were probably nice guys。 Safe。 I lost interest。
〃That's okay；〃 the confident blonde said。 〃Stay and hang out with us。〃
〃Thanks； but I can't。〃 Jessica was hesitating in the middle of the street； her eyes wide with outrage and
betrayal。
〃Oh； just a few minutes。〃
I shook my head； and turned to rejoin Jessica。
〃Let's go eat；〃 I suggested； barely glancing at her。 Though I appeared to be； for the moment； freed of the
zombie abstraction； I was just as distant。 My mind was preoccupied。 The safe； numb deadness did not
come back； and I got more anxious with every minute that passed without its return。
〃What were you thinking？〃 Jessica snapped。 〃You don't know them—they could have been
psychopaths！〃
I shrugged； wishing she would let it go。 〃I just thought I knew the one guy。〃
〃You are so odd； Bella Swan。 I feel like I don't know who you are。〃
〃Sorry。〃 I didn't know what else to say to that。
We walked to McDonald's in silence。 I'd bet that she was wishing we'd taken her car instead of walking