Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction. Thanks for reading, this story is mainly about Bella's battle with realizing the death of her mother isn't her fault. As we get more into the story we'll unwrap what really went down and why is she beating herself up. I really don't know where this story is heading, and if you have any suggestions please tell me! I'd love feedback so I can tell what you guys think I should do or change! Thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer is the lucky one who gets to claim it.
Prologue
As I laid there I finally began to realize the reality. How could one day contain so much? But finally as my eyelids began to cave in against my will, the worst day of my life was over. How was I supposed to know it would only go down hill from there?
I could just make out the light in the distance. I ran farther to see if I could finally reach it, but if just kept getting farther. When all the sudden the voice of that man sent an icy, cold shiver down my back. I ran faster until I could barely breathe but I kept going from the fear of the footsteps behind me getting closer. Finally, I realized that the footsteps were right behind. The air was immediately filled with my high pitched scream. But it was stopped short from the instant pain I felt from just the slightest touch of the man behind me.
I woke up screaming, I stopped quickly knowing it was only a bad dream. I listened for a few seconds to make sure I hadn't woken up my brother or father. Not a sound, I guess they were used to it by now. I didn't know how Emmett and my father Chief Charlie Swan (don't worry I just call him dad) were so…how could you put it, call about it. Our lives have been so rough this last year and I know my constant freaking out only made it worse on them. If only they knew I was skipping the therapy sessions they had set up for me. I felt instantly guilty, reminding myself not to think about that. All that money going to waste, especially when there wasn't much to being with.
My brother was so protective of me and I know if he knew he'd personally drive me over there himself. Charlie and Emmett had been so good to me. But, they weren't there to witness my mother's death, and they don't have to blame themselves everyday for her dying. I should be the one dead not her. I should've declined the invitation that day to go to Port Angeles with my mother, Renee. I shouldn't have made it seem so important that we check out that new bookstore in the bad part of the city because I heard they had an old copy of my favorite book, Wuthering Heights. I should've told her to leave as soon as we noticed the scary looking man in back of us. I should've called the police as soon as we heard his footsteps getting closer. I should've screamed louder when he grabbed mom. I should've done something, but I didn't. And it'll be my fault forever.