I woke up to a bright light that shone through my closed blinds. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. 6:45.

Great. That's the earliest I've woken up in my life. And I won't be able to go back to sleep any time soon. I got up and went to my laptop. I hated using the wifi here and my modem was sadly outdated. When I looked at the screen, I got lightheaded. Ah-not really eating enough for two months in a row really does a number on you. I gripped the table with unmistakable tension to keep myself from passing out.

I closed my eyes and breathed in and out my mouth to calm myself down. I heard the door open and felt a strong but gentle grip on my shoulders, pulling me from the desktop.

I looked up, half conscious, to see Charlie behind me. Charlie layed me back onto the bed but I was unconscious before my head hit the pillow.

It was about four in the afternoon when I awoke. I felt groggy and tired. My body felt stiff and weak and I couldn't make myself move, so I sat there starting at the pillow paralyzed. I looked around the room and tried to remember what happened. I recalled myself sitting at the desktop when I felt like passing out. Someone pulled me away from the chair but I didn't remember who it was.

The light coming from my windows was awfully bright to be the afternoon. When I was sure my body had recovered from sleep, I pushed myself up and held onto the door as I tried to walk, but only succeeded in half limping, half crawling downstairs.

When I made it to the top step, I heard murmurs from the kitchen. I could half see Charlie sitting on the couch probably watching football or baseball, but he was talking to someone I couldn't see. I was thinking of crouching down and trying to peek through the railing, but I yawned and the conversation cut short. Damn. So much for the element of surprise.

I gave up and limped/crawled to the living room and stopped short.

Jake was standing in the middle of the freaking room.

I stood there embarrassed and surprised. Surprised because I didn't know he was here and that Charlie didn't come and wake me when he arrived. Embarrassed because I was barely wearing clothes. Only very, very short shorts and a half shirt. Plus my hair was a mess. My face probably made me look like a zombie. By the look they were both giving me, I was right.

"What are you doing here?" My voice went back to that deadness that came from sleepiness and isolation.

"Um, Jacob wanted to come and check on you since you didn't answer your phone or the door." Charlie looked embarrassed and didn't look at me while he talked. Jake however stared at me like there was no tomorrow. He even had a big ass smile on his face that I wanted to smack off.

"I'm fine, Jake. Why are you here through?" I yawned.

Jacob looked at Charlie.

"Can I talk to her for a bit?"

"Sure." Charlie left the room in a hurry.

Jacob looked at me and crossed his arms.

"What?" I was getting sick of this. Why can't he just tell me what he wants to tell me and leave? I could still be sleep right now but I'm listening to his interrogations.

"Care to tell me why you haven't been eating for the past four months?"

"Technically it's been five-" I corrected.

"That's even worse! Why didn't you tell me?" I have never heard him raise his voice and it honestly made me excited for no apparent reason.

"Because it's none of your business."

"Bella, you can die. Are you trying to kill yourself? If you go one more week you will. I'm not going to let that happen." Jake walked to the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I didn't follow him because I was afraid of what I would find.

"Come here" I didn't move.

I heard a sigh and felt myself being towed to the kitchen.

"Hey! Let me go!" I struggled miserably.

"That is really sad, Bella. You feel like a feather and you look like a skinny chicken." Jacob chuckled.

"Ha ha." I coughed.

"See? That proves my point." Jacob turned around and shoved a bowl of soup in my face. My face twisted in disgust.

"You expect me to eat this?" I stared disgusted at the soup as it swirled around innocently.

"If you want to live then yes." He only nodded.

"Well, then. No thank you!" I shoved the food back at Jake which caused it to splatter a little on his gray tank top.

"Really? You don't really care what happens to yourself?" Jacob sat the bowl down and grabbed a wet towel to wipe the stain off.

"Depending on what it is." I called from the stairs. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to sleep."

I tried going to my room, but they suddenly disappeared from underneath me and I fell down the stairs. Jake ran to me, picked me up, and sat me down on the couch.

"What the hell are you doing to yourself, Bella?" Jacob looked at me with anger.

"W-what do you m-mean?" I slurred.

"You can barely walk, talk, and see. Your going to kill yourself. I'm trying to help you but your being annoyingly stubborn!" Jacob looked me in the eyes.

"I-I'm F-fine. I'm just going to sleep." I tried to lay down, but the only thing I did was close my eyes.

"No! no! Don't close your eyes!" Jake shook me with caused my brain to rattle.

I moaned "Mn! Jake! Ow!"

"I'm trying to keep you from dying! If you close your eyes I don't know if you'll wake up. So don't! Just in case!" He continued to shake me.

I groaned and tried to tell him to stop but I couldn't find by voice.

"J-jake...Stop-"

"Are you awake?"

"Yes?" I lied. Not really convincing.

"Then, no!" But he stopped shaking me and sat down next to me.

I moaned in pain. What was this feeling? Pain? Sadness? Hurt? What?

"Hey, are you ok?" Jacob turned to me and felt my forehead.

"I'm f-fine." I looked at Jake sleepily.

"No, your not. Your forehead's hot. I'll be right back." Jacob gently got up and slowly ran to the kitchen to get the damn bowl of soup-

"Here." He held it out to me.

"No." Turned away from him and layed down on the couch with my head hanging off the edge. Jacob sat in the small space at the end of the couch and held my head on his very, very warm chest.

"Will you, Isabella Marie Swan, do the honor of eating this soup for me?"

I looked at him sleepily, barely hearing him. I felt terrible so I thought, What the heck. I took the bowl and Jake slowly sat me up so I could be upright.

I looked at the food infront of me and took the first bite.

The first though that came to my mind was, what the heck did I just put in my mouth?! I dropped the bowl and spit it out. Yuck! Never eating that again!

"Well, I tried" Jacob muttered.

"What the hell was that?" I suddenly felt sick. Did he try to poison me?

"It was soup. I didn't expect you to act that way. I'm sorry..." Jacob lowered his head.

Great. Now I felt two percent bad. I done busted a hole in the boy's happiness. I didn't know what to do. Stay here and watch him or actually try to comfort him. Comforting someone was not my strong suit.

Soon enough, he strengthened up and held me closer to him which caught me off guard. He doesn't waste time showing how he feels to me does he?

I suddenly felt my heart speeding up so fast that I thought it would break through my chest. What was this feeling?

Jacob pulled me to his chest and hugged me.

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I really am. I wish I knew what was bothering you so much that you are willing to kill yourself or just hurt yourself in the process. If only I knew how to help you." Jacob murmured softly to me.

I then understood what I was feeling the past couple of times when Jacob was near me. The feeling that I haven't had in so long since He was here and left me. The only feeling that came to me as quickly as it left.

It was love.