Bella

Life had started to take its toll on me. Its bad enough living without him, but I have also started to notice changes in my health.

My eating patterns have grown more seldom as time goes on. I felt more like I was supposed to eat, than I actually feeling the need for food.

I still cooked Charlie dinner each night, but as he ate I was usually in my room asleep. At first I blamed my fatigue on my period. But my period came and passed and my fatigue still lingered.

Everything was starting to become an endless pattern, each day ending the same as the one before. School, dinner, homework, shower, then sleep.

I convinced myself I was taking a "nap" in the afternoons, around 6 pm. But a nap was a hour or two of sleep; mine was twelve hours.

It exceeded the necessary eight hours, but that wasn't what scared me the most. The most terrifying part, was I was still tired after that unusual amount of sleep.

I even tried going to the doctor for it, they just assumed that it was depression because of the Cullens absence. I gasped in pain at the thought of their names, it opened a door to my memories that I tried desperately to keep locked.

Memories of all the times I've spent with them flooded my mind. Rosalie's ever present glare sending shivers down my spine, Alice dragging me onto those terrible shopping sprees, Emmett's jokes at my clumsiness, Esme's compassionate heart always trying her best to make me feel at home, Jasper always keeping his distance since he was the most vulnerable to human blood, Carlisle stitching me back up after one of my many accidents, and Edward..his memories hurt the worst.

His crooked smile that I loved, his kisses that always took my breath away, his touch that sent shocks throughout my body, his golden eyes scrutinizing my face in a feeble attempt to figure out what I was thinking. My mind seemed to enjoy causing me physical pain as it replayed the day that Edward left me in the woods.

I grasped at my chest, desperately trying to keep the hole from tearing me apart. I screamed in agony from the physical pain these flashbacks caused me.

I could feel the room spinning, dots dancing across my vision, and unconsciousness finally seeped in and knocked my body to the floor.

When I finally woke up I wasn't on my bedroom floor. I was in Forks Hospital with Charlie pacing across the short room.

He was mumbling incoherent things, his face a mask of worry and fear.

"Dad?" I called. He stopped walking and looked over at me, relief flooded his features and he scrambled over towards the empty seat beside me.

"I'm so glad your awake. How are you feeling, honey?" Charlie questioned. He still had his police uniform on, which made me wonder how long I had been out.

"I'm fine. How long have I been asleep?" I questioned. He seemed reluctant to answer, fidgeting with his cell phone instead of looking me in the eye.

"A couple of days," he mumbled so softly I almost didn't hear him. I was shocked to say the least. Two days? Is that even possible?

Charlie took in my surprised expression and was about to say something comforting when a doctor entered the room.

He was average height with wavy brown hair that barely touched his forehead. He had brown eyes with a nice tan to go with his dark features.

"Hello Bella, my name is Dr. Carter. We have run some tests and have come up with a new diagnosis that contradicts your last one. Since you are eighteen it is not required for you to have your guardian with you, would you like him to stay or leave?" he asked. I like this man, he doesn't drone on and on like most doctors do. He just cuts straight to the chase.

"He can stay," I assured. I didn't want to keep anything from Charlie and he shot a grateful glance at me.

"Alright. Well there's no easy way to say it, but you have leukemia. The hospital here doesn't have the right treatment for your cancer and we have called another hospital, that was the closes we could find, who have the right equipment for this. It's Alaska and they said they'd be more than happy to treat you. I know it's a lot to take in, so I'm going to come back in a little while for your decision." Dr. Carter explained.

I numbly nodded towards him, or at least what I thought was his figure. It was impossible for my eyes to focus on anything after just learning this terrifying news.

I glanced over at my father and he was in the same state as I was. His posture was tense and rigid, his eyes glazed over, and I felt terrible for him.

I didn't care about what happened to me, I just didn't want Charlie to suffer along with me. My hand grasped his and gave it a gentle squeeze, he glanced at me with tears in his eyes.

Seeing him so fragile and vulnerable made my decision to leave Forks easier. I was all he had left and I don't know how he would take it if I were gone as well.

"I'm sorry, Bells. I should be the one comforting you." Charlie apologized. I shrugged it off, knowing that we both would need to rely on each other.

"It's fine, Dad. Can you go get Dr. Carter? I've made my decision." I requested. He nodded glumly and slowly got up from his seat, giving me a kiss on the forehead before exiting the room.

"I'm thinking of Charlie, of course. He needs you. Take care of yourself— for him."

I winced at the memory. But he was right, Charlie needs me. I will take care of myself for Charlie.

Poor Bella. Will she pull through this deadly cancer, or will it overpower her? What happens in Alaska? Reviewers get a sneak peak of the next chapter :)