A/N: This is a very short fic that may or may not be continued. This is my first Twilight drabble/fic.
I knew it would happen eventually
I knew it would happen eventually. I just didn't want it to. Being who we are, we forget how often these things happen. It's not a reality for many of us. I forget so easily how I was a special case, an oddity, if you will. I knew that someday I'd be here, drawn to the first place I called home. I knew it before I became what I am. We cannot escape it.
What I did not expect was how I would have to be an outsider. I could only sit in the shadows of this old, rundown church, watching while the people I once knew, and even those that I still love mourned for the loss we all took. I look down from the balcony, and I see everyone taking turns saying goodbye. I see the tears falling from their face.
Though I hardly recognize them, I take in the faces of my old classmates. I see Angela, Mike, Tyler, and so many more. Billy Black sits beside the coffin, trying to be strong. The façade fails, and tears stream down his face.
My mother is sitting in the first row, and though I can't see her face, I can tell she's shaking. I look to my left, to Esme, Carlisle, Rosalie, and Emmett. They all have their eyes on the group below us, waiting until I can't take anymore. When I look to my right, Edward gently squeezes my hand. Jacob is sitting opposite of Renesmee, who has Edwards other hand. If anyone can appreciate the intensity of my feelings, then it's Jacob. Jacob knew him his whole life.
Alice and Jasper, though they wanted to attend, couldn't. The emotional strain was too much for Jasper. Perhaps it is better that way. I don't want to feel any differently than I do right now. Jasper would have tried to cheer me up, which would only make me feel guilty.
The entire town of Forks has come to pay their last respects to their dedicated Sheriff.
We had moved to Alaska, since we were in Forks for too long already. Edward, Jacob, Renesmee, and I would visit a still Charlie, every couple weeks. As long as no one else saw us, nobody could suspect that we were still alive.
We arrived in Forks five days ago, for our usual visit. When we got close to the house, Edward started to slow down, "Oh God", he said, "Oh God, no." I asked him what was wrong, but by then we had already rounded the corner.
The ambulances outside the house were warning enough, but then they wheeled out a sheet-covered gurney. Edward pulled over half a block down from my childhood home. I tore my eyes away from the gurney, and looked at Edward. "No, please tell me it's not him. Please Edward," I said with an urgent disparity in my voice, "tell me its not Charlie."
He looked away, which was all the answer I needed.
To think, that just four months ago, my father was sitting in the front row, next to my mother and her fiancé, faking tears for my staged funeral. He was the only one in the room that knew I was alive and well; a comfort I'm not afforded.
Even my own mother thinks I'm dead, and now she's mourning the loss of her once-husband.
A sob escapes from my throat, and I hastily covered my mouth. The damage had been done.
Renee, who would know my sob anywhere, turned and looked directly at me. My eyes widened, as Edward grabbed me, and the entire family took off at the speed of light. I only heard one word, from my mother.
"Bella."
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