Hey, it's me! This is a new oneshot that I threw together. I just got the idea and had to write it down. Enjoy!

Also, it's in Bella's POV.

He is gone. He will always be gone and never return. My world is broken and dim. The only light is the moon, but it's only surrounded by black night. No stars. No twinkle or glimmer of something that I can wish on. My meteor is gone, my sun has abandoned me. What else is there for me? Nothing but darkness.

I took one final look around my room. The same curtains, floor, bed that has been here since I was younger. These things used to not bother me at all. They used to be things to complete the scenery of a room. Now, they are only things that harbor his smell, stale from all the passing days that turned to weeks then to months. His smell, the areas that used to hold his pictures, the old rocking chair that creaks as I sit in it from being stationary for so long. The pain that emenates from all corners of the small room, and it seems even smaller now that I am te only one in it.

I look to my bed, the last place he kissed me. The last kiss we shared that got my heart racing and my blood pulsing. My blood which cause him so much pain. I bury my face in my hands. my eyes shimmering with tears that will not fall. I bite my lip to keep the tears in. I would cry in a minute, but not now.

I lifted my head slowly. I looked to my computer desk, my dinosaur of a computer black as my life. I looked across the desk slowly, memorizing it for no particular reason. There was a glass flower pot that had wire rods coming out that round off to hold pictures. There was a picture of me and Angela, one of her and Ben, one of me, Mike, Jessica, Ben, and Angela. That was it. The slot that held te picture of me and him is gone, just like all the pictures that used to be in my room and my photo album.

I took a deep breathe. Now was the time. I got up and picked up a piece of paper with a red pen. Red, the perfect color. I began to write:

Dad, I am so sorry. I can not say how much this hurts me. I know this will hurt you deeply. I hate that I must do this to you. It killed me as I thought of doing this. I know I will go to hell for this, but it's the only way. I had to get rid of the pain. I am so, so sorry.

Goodbye forever, Bella.

I folded the note and wrote 'dad' on the opposite side. He would find it soon. I got up and walked into the bathroom, opening the draw for the tool I needed. I held it up in the light. The metal glistened and the rusted blood from my previous tries looked even more prominate. I have tried this a efw times, but just barely grazing the skin, testing the feel. I loved it everytime. It took the pain away. Now it would officially end the pain.

I brought the knife to my right wrist, cutting it and not thinking twice. The pain disappeared slightly. My world began to fade as I cut the other wrist. my breathing shallowed. it was done, over. I was done. I am finished with the pain. My heart slowed, breathing stopped.

"Edward," I whispered with my last breathe.

Yep, it's a suicide attempt, only successful. I'm going to put one in my novel and I want to know if I wrote it well.

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Thanks V.S.A