He shifted his weight, throwing his good leg off the bed as if he were going to try to stand. “What are you doing?” I demanded through the tears. “Lie down, you idiot, you’ll hurt yourself!” I jumped to my feet and pushed his good shoulder down with two hands. He surrendered, leaning back with a gasp of pain, but he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me down on the bed, against his good side. I curled up there, trying to stifle the silly sobs against his hot skin.

Edward's only human Bella. He's going to react like any other boy.

I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak,” he laughed.

She wasn't speaking to me - in the juvenile, petty sense of the phrase.

Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?

How sad. How frightening. To be filled with so much hate that you could not even rejoice in the healing of a child...How did anyone ever come to that point?

Hasn’t anyone ever told you? Life isn’t fair.