Hey everyone, this is my first story on here so I hope you all like it. I did write this story a few years ago but it got deleted and I decided to rewrite it. This is only the 1st chapter so it's not going to be really interesting. But as the story goes on, it will get more interesting and more dramatic.
And of course, I love Twilight but I don't own any of the characters or Twilight or anything related to Twilight. All rights go to Stephenie Meyers. And I also do not own the conversation between Bella and Edward in New Moon (Movie/Book)
Chapter 1: Shadow of the Day
Bella. I don't want you to come.
You don't want me?
No.
This changes things, alright.
But if it's not too much to ask...can you at least promise me something?
Don't do anything reckless. For Charlie's sake.
And I'll promise something to you in return. This is the last time you'll ever see me. I won't come back.
And you can go on with your life ...without any interference from me. It will be like...I never existed, I promise.
If this is about my soul, take it. I don't want it without you.
It's not about your soul. You're just not good for me.
I'm not good enough for you?
I'm just sorry; I let this go on for so long.
Please...don't.
Goodbye…
I woke up from another nightmare about him, the day he left me in the forest. It's been a year since he left. I knew him or any of them weren't coming back. But there was a part of me that just held onto him, and I couldn't let those memories fade away like he did. It was the only thing I had left and I wasn't going to forget...not ever. Sometimes, I'd even question myself if he was real, or just a fabricated memory I stuck in my head.
Charlie is still really concerned about me, and wants me to go to some ridiculous therapist to talk about my… problems. I didn't want to go, but for Charlie's sake- I decided to. Therapists think that they can help and understand what people are going through. Just because they have degrees doesn't mean that they can just barge into people's lives and try to "heal" them with meds and stupid methods to get better. I don't want to talk to a therapist about my problems when in reality I know they don't care and all they want is their paychecks.
I realized that I got caught up in my thoughts and looked over at my clock. It read: 10:52 A.M. in big green bold numbers. Today was a Saturday so I was glad I didn't have to go to school. I decided to go to Jake's today and hang out with him to get my mind off of…things. I've been hanging with Jake for almost 3 months now. Charlie and my therapist both agreed that it would be best for me to start getting more sociable again. I haven't spoken to any of my friends since the Cullen's left. I think they all forgotten about me by now. I know Jessica has…she didn't even really like me in the beginning anyways. Mike is too busy with football that I'm pretty sure he doesn't have time to remember. Eric doesn't say anything about me, and Angela keeps looking over at me with a concerned look on her face. I know she wants to talk to me but I'm just not ready to talk to her or any of them just yet. I just need more time.
I hopped out of bed and went to go eat breakfast downstairs, where I saw a note on the kitchen counter top. I picked it up and it read: GOT CALLED IN FOR MORNING DUTY, BE BACK LATE AFTERNOON. LOVE, DAD. I put the note back down and made myself breakfast, thinking to myself silently. After I finished eating breakfast and got ready for the day, I headed out to Jacob's house. I hope I'm not being an annoying little sidekick to him to the point where he doesn't want to be around me anymore. I didn't want him to leave either, I needed someone that will at least listen and talk to me.
I knocked on his door, to first see his dark chocolate brown eyes and his beautiful full lips that shown off his pearly white teeth.
"Hey Bells." He said as he stepped to the side and let me in.
"Hey Jake." I walked into his house and we headed into the living room, sitting down on the small auburn couch.
"So what do you want to do today? Hang out here, go to La Push beach, go to Port Angeles…anything you want."
"La Push." I said quietly. I've always liked go to La Push-it was so calm and relaxing. I usually would go there with Jake, for that reason. Somewhere we can just hang and talk about random stuff. It was my getaway place-besides the Meadow. But that was our place, I stopped going there after he had left because it didn't feel right. Being there alone made me feel uncomfortable. And if I had went there, all of the memories would have come back rushing into my head. But then I would feel all of the pain and sorrow and suffering that I have been going through and still am. I just couldn't stand that, and to go to our place without him there with me…no...just…no…