Yeah, yeah, yeah, so I basically wrote this because I was bored and I had a good story that just needed to come out.

Disclaimer:All Twilight characters are copyrighted to Stephenie Meyer. I own nothing, but I wish I owned Edward Cullen.

This take place 3 days after Edward dumped Bella in New Moon.

Empty

I sit on the cold floor of the bathroom. Next to the bathtub, razor in my hand. I feel sadness,empty. Lifeless. Charlie has been avoiding me. Possibly to give me some space. He's probably fishing with Billy Black down in La Push.

If you're wondering who I am...my name is Isabella (Bella for short) Marie Swan. And my boyfriend, Edward Cullen, dumped me. Three days ago to be exact.

I look at the clock I brought into the bathroom. It's 11:34. From the sunlight coming through the bathroom window, it must be morning. I realize I've been in this spot for the past three days.

I look at the razor in my hand. A few months ago, I wouldn't of even thought about cutting myself. Now, it doesn't matter. Life is nothing. Life is empty, meaningless, without him, without Edward.

I lower the razor to my leg. I press it into my leg. I jump slightly as it pierces through skin.

I feel relieved. I feel....happy. I press the blade to my skin again, making another deep gash in my leg. I giggle. It seems crazy to giggle, now, out of a places, things. But I do anyway.

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After a few more hours, going over everything that I could have done wrong for Edward to leave, I get up, go to my room, get a piece of paper and a pen, then head back into the bathroom.

I set the piece of paper on the counter where the sink is, lower the pen to the paper and write.

"Charlie,

by the time you read this letter, my life will be over.

Don't worry, you had nothing to do with my death, in fact, you helped me through these last few days and for that I'm eternally grateful to you. You've done so much for me since I've came to Forks, even if we did eat at the diner more than I liked.

You and mom take care of each other. Please, for me? There is something else I need you to do. Don't ever blame yourselfs, you or mom. This was all me. Besides, I'll be watching you.

Please don't think to badly of me. I just can't live without Edward.

Always, and I'll forever be your,

Bella."

I fold the letter, I put it into the envolope, stick the flap in and quietly say my goodbyes.

I go downstairs, I get the gun Charlie keeps in the desk drawer. I open it, to make sure there are bullets. There are and I head upstairs.

I go back to the bathroom, close the door, but I don't lock it.

I turn and face the mirror, I put the gun to my temple.

I pray to God that He will not punish me to badly and pull the trigger.

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I get back from fishing at La Push. I put my fishing pole into the hall closet and close the door.

"Bella?"

There's no answer but I figure she's upstairs listening to her music. I hang up my jacket and take the remote to the TV off the coffee table and turn on the TV.

I figure I'll go upstairs and suprise Bella at my being home early.

On my way upstairs, I notice something bright red is coming from the bathroom.

I'm immediately suspicious and I open the bathroom door just a crack.

I see a pool of dark red that I recognize as blood and a brown something or the other.

I open the door and I stare in horror.

I see my daughter, my Bella on the floor of the bathroom surrounded in a pool of blood. My gun in her lifeless hand.

I slowly walk to my daughter, I stare at her for a moment, and pick her body up in my arms. I begin to cry.

I couldn't believe what happened. As I turn to the door to call the M.E., a note falls off the bathroom counter.

I pick it up. I open it and read my daughter's last words.

After I read it, I begin to sob. I turn to my daughter and fall to my knees, sobbing. I pick Bella in my arms, the note fluttering to the ground.

I bury my face in her hair.

"Oh Bella. Why? WHY?"