The One We Used to Be
By Impulsed
Summary: We all end up changing once in our life, for better or worse. For Edward Cullen, it was worse. Before, Edward and Bella had been best friends. Then when Edward moves away, it leaves Bella broken beyond compare. Now, seeing each other again in years, it seems to have done the exact opposite for Edward. He's an arrogant bastard who only seems to love himself. But a lot can hide under the surface. Can Bella love the new Edward she hates so much, or is he so lost in his new self for things to ever be the same?
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Chapter 1- The One I Knew
Who was Edward Cullen?
Edward was… My soul mate. The other half of my heart, whatever you wanted to call it. He was what made me, me. And as much as I tried, I couldn't help it. I needed him like I needed air. We've always been the best of friends. Well, that is, until he turned into a fucking prick. Sorry, that's beside the point; we'll get to that later.
Some say we had even been perfect. How was I supposed to know it would turn out like the mess it did? I mean... We were made for each other; No, literally. My mum, Renee, and Esme, my God Mother, made us for each other. That story was not one meant to be forgotten.
Renee and Esme were legends at Fork's High School. Everyone knew their names and respected them. They had the best money, looks, grades, and sex. They teased the boys, charmed the teachers, bitched the girls, and stuck threw it to the end. They never even let anyone in. Their whole life would just be one big party. Then they went to college, and Hell, life just seemed to be starting. But too soon, it was over. Reality stepped in.
They had to get jobs. They figured out college was great, but they had to move on. Renee became a teacher, as ironic as it was, and Esme became a nurse. Renee met Charlie, my dad, and Esme met Carlisle. They moved back to Forks, both wanting to live in a small town. Looks like their lives played out perfect. Except for one thing they wanted: kids.
Of course they could easily have had them, but honestly, they were scared. These were the girls that had divorced, drunk, drug addict parents. They had relied on each other since first grade. They didn't know how to raise kids. What if they messed up? If they didn't be good parents, who would they rely on? How would they take care of themselves? Then the simple answer hit them. They would rely on each other. They could take care of each other; Just like they had done.
They thought fate would make it happen: it would be a boy and a girl, they would grow up, fall in love, and get married. They didn't wonder about the problems or what the consequences might be. They just knew. And they were right. Nine and a half months later, Edward and I were born. He on September 2, and I on September 13. We might as well been twins.
From the day we could walk and talk, Edward and I were best friends. We never even got in fights. And just like Renee and Esme planned, we took care of each other.
Honestly, I was always bullied when I was little. I was an easy target. My coordination was zero to ton, my glasses never really fit right, and most of the time I was looking at my own feet. Edward was different. He could have easily been the most popular guy at school. He was the best at sports, by thirteen already muscular, and the girls thought he was good looking. But Edward had a temper. We worked together: He looked out for me, and I was the one who made him calm down. Sometimes I wonder if that was all I ever was.
I remember this one day back in fifth grade; this kid named Mike Newton was teasing me about my hair or something stupid like that. Let's just say being upset was an understatement. I ran home bawling my eyes out. I figured no one really liked me. My parents tried everything for me to calm down. They didn't even know what was wrong. Edward came over and helped me relax. He was my cure. The next day Mike came to school with a black eye. He told everyone he fell, but the way he looked at Edward told me otherwise. Edward told me he had nothing to do with it, but I saw threw him. That day was the day I knew Edward would always be there for me.
One time, Edward got in an argument with his parents in the 6th grade. He yelled at them for over an hour. It was over something stupid, but Edward had this thing for needing to be in control. That was his flaw. He ran away that night. I searched for him with his and my parents. When we found him, he was fuming. He wouldn't let anyone near him. I walked up to him and tried to calm him down. He started hitting me, leaving me bruises and yelling in my face. But no matter how many times he kicked or screamed at me, I went at him. I wrapped my arms around him and whispered, "I know your right." It seemed like it triggered something in his brain. He calmed down.
Edward never forgave himself for what he did that day, though everyone else did. There were never enough apologies for yelling and hitting me. That day was the day I knew Edward cared for me as I did him.
We loved each other as we loved our parents. Nothing could break us apart. Or so I thought.
It was the summer after 6th grade. Edward and I would be going to middle school together. I was so worried, but Edward was fearless. He promised he would never let me down, and would help me threw. We had almost every class together, thanks to his parents. I knew I would be okay with Edward there.
It turns out Fate had other plans. Carlisle and Esme were having trouble paying the bills. Then Carlisle got a job offer in L.A. so good that he couldn't refuse. His family had no other choice. Edward told me a week before school started.
That was the worst day of my life.
"Bella, I'm moving," Edward announced.
I was in shock. We were just sitting on a bench by a park, talking.
"Wh-what?!" I half shrieked.
"I'm moving," he repeated. His expression was unreadable; blank. How could this be happening? Edward was my everything! I couldn't spend a moment without him.
"Where?" I asked, trying to keep calm, but even I could hear the desperation in my voice. He couldn't be moving far away. Maybe just to the other side of town. I could live with that.
"To L.A."
I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. I felt my stomach drop, and there was this pulling feeling to it. My body slowly became consumed be pain, starting from my chest. I clutched my hand to my chest as my body stilled.
"My dad got a job offer, we're leaving tonight," He continued calmly and quietly.
"No! No, you can't leave!" I tried to yell, but my voice cracked. Tears were running down my face in a never-ending flow.
"I'm sorry Bella, I really tried to stay. I'll miss you. It's not like I want to go."
"Miss me?" I asked with rage, getting even more furious."That's all then? That's it!? Just call it off and pretend you never even met me?! Edward, don't do this to me. I'll come with you! Anything, Edward! You know I can't live without you."
Edward let out a shaky laugh. "Bella, you're being ridiculous! It won't be that bad. You'll move on, trust me. Come on now; show me your brave face." That was a saying Edward usual said when I was scared. It had worked every time before, except now.
I tried to protest. Heck, I tried to even speak. But I couldn't. I couldn't move anymore. My pain had turned numb. I could only close my eyes and shake my head. Traitor tears continued to leak threw.
"Good-bye Bella," Edward whispered.
The world seemed to stop. Time had stopped. Everything just... stopped. I tried to focus on something, anything at all, but it just slowly faded away. I was still alive but just not really there. My soul was gone with Edward. I wasn't living anymore; just existing. I never really knew how much Edward meant to me until now. It hurt so bad I couldn't even cry anymore.
Please god, no, let this be a bad dream! Let me open my eyes to find Edward smiling his crooked smile. Please.
I felt someone shaking my arm.
"Bella! Bella, are you alright?!" I heard my mother's frantic voice. I managed to open my eyes. It was dark outside, and Mom and Dad were looking at me desperately. It seem like it had only been seconds. I was shaking as I realized it was freezing. I didn't care.
"Is Edward gone?" I croaked. My voice seemed strange; different. No life. Dead. I would soon find out it would stay this way.
"Oh Bella, God, I'm so sorry! I thought you would take it better than this," Mom said. Even a tear came down her cheek too.
That was the day they became Renee and Charlie. They didn't even tell me. No one told me.
Except Edward.
Edward.
Edward, Edward, Edward.
The pain came rushing back and the numbness was gone. I broke down sobbing, and my body couldn't stop shaking. I had never felt so alone, so deserted. The pain filled every inch of me.
Charlie picked me up, and carried me to the car. The tears were endless flowing freely. They didn't help the pain. I cried all night until I finally went to sleep. Then the nightmares began.
Things weren't any better by the first day of school. It was all downhill from then.
Thank you for reading the first chapter! I'm really just messing around with this one so might not be good.
WARNING: Rated M for language and sexual content. Just a precaution, but you know you love it anyway! A little humor here and there too.
Thanks,
Lauren.