I am sat here with a coffee and chocolate fingers as I am preparing to write a truly sad chappie. D: Make sure you have your tissues at the ready! Meet you at the bottom. Xx

 168 … 169 … 170 … 171 … 172 … 173 … I stopped dead in my tracks outside room 173 on the 4^th floor. I looked to see the blinds drawn and wondered if that was good or bad. I heard Charlie wheezing behind me, and felt him snake his hand with mine. I could hear Mum and Phil muttering to each other and the occasional whimper or sniff. I don’t know how long we just stood there, staring at the door, before he reached for the door handle, twisted it, and pushed the door wide open. I dared a look in, and an empty bed.

I felt my knees buckle from beneath me as I stared at the empty bed. Charlie’s arms gripped mine and pulled me into him for support, but it was no good; I broke down. My screams echoed through the halls and several nurses and doctors came out from different wards to see what was going on.

“Bella honey,” my mother tried to say in between my increasing shrieks for help, “Listen to me; baby listen to me, please…” It was no good; my screams were painting the white plain walls around me.

“Hey, hey,” a voice hushed, “Bella? Remember me? Sam, Sam Uley from before; the one you beat.” He chuckled as he huddled me together and lifted me up into a muscular hold. “Don’t worry Charlie, I’ll take it from here. Get some sugar into her, clean up her wounds and do what I can to calm her down. She’s in good hands, I promise.”

“I don’t doubt you Sam, but just … please … help her.” Charlie sniffed before trying to take my thrashing hands in his. Sam backed down when he failed to catch my hands and walked me through the maze that was floor 4 until we ended up in a large private room. I gave up thrashing; mainly because I had completely no energy left what so ever from the past events. I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was 8:46pm. Just a mere 5 hours ago, we were a happy family; I was engaged, I had my mum and dad in one place and had Cain, my protector. Now look at my life. The tears began again when I realised again my life was slowly unravelling; and honestly, I don’t know how much more I can take.