“I was just trying to be what you wanted.”

As soon as the words left her lips it was if Bella had broken free. The truth, at last. A deep, oppressive silence followed, pressing at her lungs, her brain, her chest. Geve’s thin mouth pursed, her dark, unyielding eyes burning into Bella’s. “Don’t talk,” Geve snapped, pressing the gun to Bella’s cheek. “I don’t care what you have to say.” Sobbing clouds drowned Geve’s last words, pelting down from the sky, each drop landing on Bella’s skin. She breathed in the feeling of the rain around her, the feeling of being alive. Geve stared at Bella and pressed the gun harder on her skin, standing so close she could feel her breath warm on her cheek. Pressed so hard the sharp metal opened Bella’s cheek, hot blood spurting from the ugly red gash. “Please,” she whispered, feeling the tears come. “Geve…” “That’s not my name anymore.” The words were hard, cold. Forced. “The new people I’m working for. They changed my name. I’m…Isobel now,” Geve said. “You…you can’t be in my life. I’ve moved on, Bella.” Geve looked as if it murdered her to say the words. It killed Bella to hear them. Bella looked up at Geve. She had once been her best freind. Geve had been like a sister to her. Now she had black hair instead of blond and a new name and played with guns instead of Bella. The freindship they had shared had dissapeared, replaced with misery and sufffering and a new Geve. An Isobel. “Geve, I can help you,” bella said softly, slowly, gently placing her fingers over the gun. “You can’t,” geve sobbed. “No one can ever help.” “Geve-“ “Isobel,” she rasped, her eyes bleeding, her voice dripping with poison. “CALL ME ISOBEL.” She forced Bella’s fingers off the gun, pushing her to the floor. “Or will we have to practice until you say it right? Isobel. Say it!”No,” Bella sobbed. “Then face the consequences.” And she fired the gun.