Love Me, Hate Me

I know, I should tell him.

Really I do ... but what if it scares him ... or he thinks I'm crazy?!

Man, I need Bella.

"Bella!" I yell out into the seemingly empty temple.

"Wha-at!" she yells back.

"I need you!" I yell. Suddenly, Bella comes running out, of one of the hidden rooms, long slick robe dress thing flowing behind her.

"What? What's wrong?" she asks franticly.

"I don't know how much longer I can play this," I say, nearing a brake down.

"Just another week or two..." she says enveloping me in a hug. Bella can only speak in this realm. She's still being punished. Leave it to our father, to punish some one, in a way where it fucks over every one around them. Thanks Dad... thanks.

"I-I think, I've really fallen for him..." I mutter trying to compose my self.

"It's okay, really it is," she consoles, flashing us to her room.

I like her room. It's black and purple marble, with thing or shear black and purple panels of fabric hanging from the high ceilings. Lovely.

"But .. what if he thinks I'm crazy?"

"He wont. He loves you," she says.

"Oh no, you know! How can you?!"

"By being Bella."

"Which is he?"

"... both. He's gotten a lot better, after hanging with you so much."

"Yeah, but he's making me..." I say sadly, as she hugs me again.