Set after Edward leaves Bella in New Moon. Three years later and Bella found something worthwhile to do with her broken life. She is a Detective working on a specialist Team. But danger lurks behind a corner.
I Do Not own any characters, they belong to the wonderful S Meyer. I have rated this an M because I am very very paranoid. Please review this all opinions welcome. Lastly apologies for any mistakes but is my first fanfic and I'm nervous! :-)
Chapter One; and He Was Gone.
I stood there alone until the sky turned black and I lost all sense of time. I heard voices calling my name but I could not turn. I could not look away from the place where he had stood, while he took my world away with those five words. "You're not good for me". I never knew mere words could tear my soul apart.
He was gone, they were gone. And without him my world crumbled and fell into emptiness and oblivion.
The voices grew louder, but I could not turn. My eyes held onto the memory of his face as tears began to drown them. My lungs fought to suck in the oxygen they needed as my body began to give way to the panic in my heart.
I felt strong, warm, arms wrap around me and as they lifted me from the ground I did not resist. My eyes were torn from the spot they had been rooted to and suddenly I couldn't breathe as the pain engulfed me, I could not cry out against the wave of terror. He was gone and I would never see him again. Just as he had promised "it will be like I never existed", it already felt that way, the pain of him leaving was torture but the thought that he had not existed, Words could never describe how that felt.
I felt movement and knew I was being carried, I did not care where to or who by, I kept my eyes shut as the hysteria shook my body. The strong, warm arms lay me gently on a soft bed and a voice whispered words I could not understand. A second, more familiar voice called my name, the voice was a concerned Charlie. I kept my eyes closed against his voice, the voices retreated and I was left alone.
When I opened my eyes the sun was breaking across the morning sky. As I lay unmoving on the bed, with know idea how much time had passed, the sun shifted across the sky and sank back into the earth. Light gave way to another night and still I lay unmoving. I heard the door of my bedroom open, I closed my eyes again, and the door quietly closed. I heard the sound of Charlie's footsteps receding down the stairs, leaving me once more to ravages of my bleeding heart. He was gone. I fell into the darkness and I drowned in it.
The days passed in a monotonous blur. I got up, I went to school, I went to work, I came home. The Nights passed more slowly, intent on torturing me. His face swam before my eyes and his voice whispered sweetly in my ears until I would fall into a fitful sleep. I drifted from nightmare to nightmare, where he was just out of reach. I would wake screaming and thrashing, panicked and disorientated. Charlie would rush in and desperately try to soothe me, to explain it would get better soon. It didn't. I couldn't heal. I couldn't live. He was gone. Month's passed, Christmas came and went. I still couldn't live, but I did exist. As January drew to a close Charlie finally snapped.
"Bella, I can't stand this any longer. Bell's please, please. Damn it you have to snap out of this!" Charlie had begged, frustration creeping into his words.
I felt a distant twinge of guilt, Charlie didn't deserve this. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Dad" I realised my voice sounded remote and waif like.
"I think you should stay with Renee, go and live with her in Jacksonville. It's sunny and warm... perhaps you would be happier there. I mean… I would miss you like hell Bella but kid this can't go on..." Charlie carried on.
I started to feel panicked then, I couldn't leave, I had to hold on to something. I had to know he was real. "No! I will try, I will go out... I can't leave, please Dad...I'll go see Jake, go out with the girls, I'll be better. Please let me stay."
I needed Forks. Charlie sat heavily at the table, he seemed lost in thought. I noticed the kitchen clock ticking I watched as the second hand made its way around the face over and over. I realised it was ticking the remainder of my life away, second by second, hour by hour. Charlie needed me, for that alone I had to do more than just exist.