A/N: Hello, my lovely readers! Here we are with a brand new story, Charlie's Christmas. It's been an idea for a few months now, and I hope you all enjoy it. The first few chapters are short, but that is because they are introductions to the bigger picture. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to PM me or review! Now, on with the story!
WARNING: GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND TRIGGERING IMAGERY. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THIS OR DO NOT ENJOY IT, DO NOT READ.
Chapter One.
Bella's POV:
Everything was a blur. Time didn't matter, nothing did. I woke up, went to school, came home. Cycle repeat. The only change was when I had work, but that was once a few times a week.
Inside I felt numb, on the outside, I was a shell of my former self. Lanky brown hair, stick thin body, sickly pale skin. Hollow eyes.
I barely slept and always had nightmares. Only Angela stood by my side, the rest leaving me when my depression became too much. I sat alone at the old table, once booming with the laughter of the Cullen sibling's, but now dead and dusty. I probably looked pathetic, but I didn't care.
He was gone, he had left me. I was all alone now.
Who was I anymore? I had invested so much into us, into our future. My dreams were all torn and scattered all around me.
What did the future have in store for me now? A monotonous lifestyle, the kind my father led? Become a teacher like my mother, and then what? How would I move on when nobody compared to him?
This was it, my life was over. I was done.
"You need to eat, Bells."
"I'm not hungry."
"You haven't eaten in days! How can you say you aren't hungry?"
"I'm just not, okay?" I snapped, pushing the bowl of cereal away from me before getting up from my chair. Milk sloshed onto the tabletop and made a huge mess, but I didn't care. Why did he suddenly care now? Did the past few months not matter?
"Sit down and finish your breakfast, Bella."
"And what if I don't? Are you going to ground me? I'm eighteen, I can leave whenever I want!"
"You can't keep living like this." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Edward's gone, Bella. You broke up and he is never coming back."
"Shut up, shut up!"
"You have to move on! He isn't coming back!"
"SHUT UP!" My voice broke and I started to cry, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. Charlie sighed and came towards me, trying to pull me into a hug, but I retched away.
"Bells, let me in. Let me help you."
"There's no helping me."
"That's not true! I'm not giving up on you."
"It doesn't matter," I whispered as I walked to the front door. I turned to look at him, and my heart clenched at his sad eyes. "I already gave up on myself."