DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight all belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
This is my first Fanfict so it might not be that great. I will update when I can and I DO accept constructive citizism. :)
This will be rated T just incase. :)
On to story!
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Chapter 1.
I opened my sleepy eyes and yawned deeply.
"Ugh," I sighed to myself…Monday.
I hated Mondays. It was the worst day of the week.
I trudged to my dresser and pulled out Jeans and a blue top.
I let one single tear fall. Blue was his favorite color on me.
I went over to my calendar. It's been two months since he left.
He left…he didn't want me…he…didn't..love…me.
My tears turned into sobs.. This was a daily thing sometimes twice daily.
I heard Charlie come up the stairs so I dried my tears.
"You okay kid?" He said, "You were screaming all night."
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't even know." I muttered.
He shrugged and walked away, I soon heard the door close and his cruiser drive away.
Charlie has been very worried about me the past two month, I had been very worried about myself as well.
I didn't want to go to school today. Most of my friends had stopped talking to me since He left. I wouldn't blame them. I stopped talking to them pretty much. I laid back down in bed for a long time, not sleeping just thinking. The last time I looked at the clock it was 9:30am. Then I must have fell asleep. I awoke with a scream. And my throat hurt. I must have been screaming a lot.
When…he first left I could remember the dreams, now I don't even remember. Charlie doesn't check on me anymore during the night.
I woke up at 12:30 and I figured I better get something to eat. I stumbled sleepily down the stairs and tripping on the last one falling right on my face. I laid there, not moving. I started crying again because I knew if he was here he would have caught me.
This had to stop. I had to stop thinking about him, it was ruining my life! But the truth was, I couldn't. Edward Cullen is permanently imbedded in my brain, and my heart. I couldn't live without torturing myself. I could try to find him, tell him I couldn't live without him. But I would never be able to do that. He could be anywhere. I couldn't hurt myself. I promised him I wouldn't do anything to hurt myself. But he broke me. Couldn't I break a promise?
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Sorry so short. I'll update soon. :)
Maggie
