A.N.
I realize that this is an overused topic for a fanfic: In New Moon, Edward's gone, but what if Bella did something other than sit with a hole inside her? Yes, yes, I know, I know, but get off my back. This is guaranteed to be a freaking WEIRD fanfic, but deal with it. And I hope that it goes without saying that the "He" with a capital H refers to Edward.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Bella or the other Twilight characters, including Edward (ME:sniff NOOO!!! WHY?!?!? WHY WON'T YOU LET ME HAVE HIM, STEPHENIE?!? GIVE HIM! GIMMIE!!!!
STEPHENIE: No! Back! Back! calls security
SECURITY: forcefully removes me and proceeds to beat me with cudgels).
Bella calmly opened her eyes as her alarm clock beeped loudly. She tore one elegant arm out from under the bedsheets and slammed the snooze button. Bella didn't have to worry about Charlie anymore—she had left him just two weeks after He had left her. Bella now lived in a dilapidated two-room hovel in the middle of Forks, alone. She still couldn't bear to think His name and her heart still twisted in her ribcage at the memory of His perfection—His brilliance. If only He knew what I was doing now, she thought.
She pulled herself out of bed and shuffled over to the bathroom. Bella stepped into the shower and mindlessly washed herself in cold water. After she stepped out, she walked over to the mirror to look at herself. The cracked glass reflected a wretched soul without a hope in the world. Bella's hair had lost its luster, and it hung dripping and tangled around her narrow face. Her skin was whiter than paper from days inside with the blinds drawn. Her eyes, usually alive and twinkling, were now blank and empty. She had lost a lot of weight since He had gone away—an unhealthy amount. Bella had dropped out of school; Jessica and Mike were more irritating than she had realized, and life just wasn't the same without the Cullens.
Bella lowered her eyes and began to brush her teeth—the minty toothpaste and dollar store toothbrush were all she had to worry about right then. Up, down, up, down…Now the hair. Slowly she dragged the brush through it, working out the tangles. By the time she was done her hair was dry. Bella turned and walked back into her room to get dressed. She dropped the towel onto the dirty carpeting and opened the tiny closet. Her thin arm extended to pull a nondescript chain. A dim bulb flickered to life and a moth fluttered to it, smacking into the light over and over again. Bella reached forward and removed her clothing from a shelf, shuddering at the thought of her agenda for the day. But she reminded herself that He had forced her to do this, that it was all His fault, that she had no other choice. She had to make ends meet somehow.