He stared at me, burning holes into the back of my head as I crouched on the floor, head bowed low. His incessant staring was not enough to make me stand up and look him in the eyes. His piercing gaze could not make me look up into the eyes of judgment. He had stumbled upon my pathetic scene only moments ago, but those moments felt like hours...The longest hours of my life.

I looked up fractionally, expecting him to be looking at me-Judging me. But all I saw was Him, staring in horror at the pool of red dripping down my arm. He looked up at me finally, for he had been silently staring at my wrists for so long. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. The eyes that held so much pain- so much agony, even I could see it in the mirror. He looked so deeply into them, finding all of my secrets. He knew everything and all I wanted to do was hide. But I couldn't...I could hide no longer.

His eyes flickered between emotions: Confusion, horror, fury, pain, and so many more that I could not name. All he could do was stare- he stared for so long. Finally, he spoke,

"Bella"

He whispered my name so low it was a miracle I could hear him. His whisper was a throaty one and when I looked deeply into his face, it looked as if he were tearlessly crying. My name on his lips was a question, a statement, an answer and a song all at once. I could barely keep up.

He said my name once more, a question this time. He looked at me pleadingly, as if begging me to laugh and say,

"HA! Just kidding, Carlisle!"

But I couldn't.

His final gaze of pity was all it took. I stood, crying helplessly. He opened his stone arms and I stumbled into them sobbing. There was no joke here, nothing funny. He whispered soothing words to me as I cried. Rocking me gently, he took part of my burden and promised to help me.

All I could do was fall apart in his arms and hope to God that he knew how to put me back together.

* I may continue with Carlisle's point of view, but only If I get some good reviews *