There are many conflicts happen and the conflict exists in whole of Bella’s live. This conflict divide into three types, they are physical conflict, psychological conflict, and social conflict. And the three types of conflict has undergone by Bella.
“And I flung myself off the cliff.That was when the current caught me, I’d been so preoccupied by the size of the cliff, by the obvious danger of their high, sheer faces, that I hadn’t worried at all about the dark water waiting. I never dreamed that the true menace was lurking for below me, under two heaving surf.It felt like the waves were fighting over me, jerking me back and forth between them as if determined to share by pulling me into halves. I know the right way to avoid a riptide. Swim parallel to the beach rather than struggling for the store. But the knowledge did me little good when I didn’t know which way the share was.I couldn’t even tell which way the surface was. The angry water was black in every direction, there was no brightness to direct me upward. Gravity was all powerful when it completed with the air, but it had nothing on the waves—I couldn’t feel a down ward pull, a sinking in any direction. Just the battering of the current that flung me around and around like a doll.
The current won at that moment, shoving me abruptly against something hard, a rock invisible in the gloom. It hit me solidly across the chest, slamming into me like an iron bar, and the breath whooshed out my lungs, escaping in a thick cloud of silver bubbles. Water flooded down my throat, choking and burning, the iron bar seemed to be dragging me, pulling me away from Edward, deeper into the dark, to the ocean floor.
As I began to loosen my grip, I was shocked to be interrupted by a voice that didn’t belong to the boy standing next to me.“This is reckless and childish and idiotic, Bella,” the velvet voice found. Oh!” I gasped and my hand fell of the clutch the bike bucked under me, yanking me forward and then collapsing to the ground half on top of me, the growling engine choked to a stop.
“Then what did happen? He asked when were inside, he pulled the afgan off the back the sofa as he spoke and wrapped it around my shoulder.” I realized I was shivering still, my voice was lifeless, “Sam Uley says Jacob can’t be my friend anymore.
“I realized we weren’t alone. Behind him stood four others at tall and russet-skinned, black hair chopped short just like Jacob. They could have been brother –I couldn’t even pick Embry out of the group.Every pair but one. The oldest by several years. Sam stood in the very back, his face serene and sure. I had to swallow back the bile that rose in my throat, I wanted to take a swing at him. No, I wanted to do more than that. More than anything, I wanted to be fierce and deadly someone no one would dare mess with. Someone who would scare Sam Uley silly.