A/N: This is my second fanfiction, and I hope you enjoy! :D Happy Reading!
Disclaimer: I own a can of soda… Not Twilight.
I waited. Waiting for the spark of hope that he'd come through my window and pulled me into his arms. It's been two months since he left.
Two months living in nothingness.
Two months of heart breaks and countless tears.
Two months of waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat and clutching the sheets tightly.
It was a Saturday, and the seconds ticked by. I was in the bed. It was a drafty November morning. I lay under my sheets, trying to ease the pain. I clutched my chest tightly, not wanting to shatter into pieces. Countless tears began streaming down my face and soaking my pillow. I whimpered quietly. I heard the door knob twisting. Charlie. I looked across my bed. The clock read 11:30 AM. I heard footsteps climbing up the stairs, and my door opened.
"Bella, sweetie, would you like breakfast?" Charlie asked quietly. I said nothing and got out of my covers, walking in a zombie sate form down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Charlie had a bowl of cereal on the table and I sat down, and started chewing. My mind registered I was eating, but I didn't taste anything. After finishing, I walked robotically toward the sink and washed it, then trudging up the stairs and under the covers. It was where I spent all of my time, except for homework and school.
This was me, life of Bella Swan, the walking human zombie.
My cheeks were no longer the color of a pink rose; instead, a sickly pale color took over. My eyes no longer "sparkled" and I probably got a bit weight loss. Nothing mattered anymore ever since he left me. The wound in my chest has not yet been healed, and it hurt me by saying his name. The darkness took over my life, and the reason for my living was gone. I lay in bed, wondering what would have happened if I have never met him. The day passed too slow, it was only in the afternoon. I heard a knock on the door. Strange. I heard Charlie gasp slightly. I wonder who it can be.
"Is that you?" I heard my father said.
"Yes," a voice answered. The voice was familiar.
"Well, uh… come on in," my dad said.
"Thanks Charlie," said a too familiar voice. A bulb went off in my head. It was that soprano like voice that rang in my head. It was so familiar, yet so distant. Alice. I jumped out of my covers, and bolted down the stairs. My eyes locked with a pair of honey-gold ones.
APOV
Two months. It was two months since that idiotic brother of mine left the love of his life withering in the forest. We were up in Alaska when I decided to come back and see Bella. Edward was somewhere around South America. He was nothing like he was. His eyes weren't full of life, he didn't do anything with his music anymore, and Emmett literally had to pull him out of his room to go hunting. That's when he couldn't take it anymore and decided to live alone for a short time. He checked in on us regularly. When he checked in with us last week, I knew this situation had gotten out of hand, and I had to see Bella. See that she was living through her life happily. See that Edward's sacrifice has been worthy.
After Edward left, I booked the next flight into Seattle, and arrived in Forks in mid-afternoon. The familiar forest green felt like home. I stopped a bit to take in everything we've left behind. I drove to Charlie's house and parked my rental car on the sidewalk and knocked the door. I heard the thick footsteps and heart-beats of the familiar Charlie. The door swung open and Charlie had his mouth open.
"Hi?" I said.
"Is that you?" Charlie asked his voice a bit shaky.
"Yes," I said quietly. I felt ashamed for leaving.
"Well come on in," he said genuinely, as if taking in the information just now.
"Thanks Charlie," I said, walking in and sitting down on the couch. I breathed in Bella's familiar scent of freesia and strawberries, but something wasn't right. It smelt… saltier? I heard footsteps down the stairs, and my eyes locked with a pair of brown ones. I took in Bella's appearance. She looked skinner and her body was lifeless. Her eyes didn't hold that sparkled, and there were dark bruises under her eyes. It looked like she hadn't slept of weeks. She was in her holey t-shirt and sweatpants. Her tiny-- in the case tinier-- figure was drowned in all that clothing.
"Bella," I said, finally finding my voice. Her eyes were in tears. She rushed to me and had me in a hug. Poor Bella…
A/N: Alright, first chapter up. I hope you like it and I'll try to update soon! Reviews are love! So can I get 10 of them? Please?
Much Loves
-Emilie