Chapter 1 – Great loss

Why was life this unfair? What had I done wrong?
First it was… Edward… But that's really over now. Then there was Jake.
When Jake got sick that Friday night after we went to the movies with Mike I thought nothing more of it, but when Charlie said that he had seen him down town with a group of friends there weren't really much point in denying it anymore.
He had grown tired of a broken down Bella. A Bella that would never be whole again. I can't say that I blame him though, who would want to be with someone broken when they could be with someone perfectly normal without the need to act like you're stepping on glass? No. I would not hold this against him. He deserved better and I'm glad he finally realized that for himself, though I guess I really could have used a friend right now.
The officer didn't offer much support when he delivered the news. He too was pretty messed up when he rang the doorbell to tell me that he was sorry. Sorry for what? I'd asked him. The look on his face told me just about everything then. Charlie. Sweet sports addict Charlie.
I actually fell down then, with no memory of what happened till I woke up on the couch, the policeman's face looking down on me with sadness written all over it. Then he told me.
Charlie was apparently out on patrol when some stupid dog jumped up in front of him. He didn't have time to think about it twice so when he had started to turn the wheels of the car away from the dog it was already too late. The car flipped over in the ditch, went down a steep slope and hit a tree, crushing the roof of the police cruiser down till there was no space left for a man to survive.
The officer left soon after. You could tell he wasn't very comfortable with delivering the news to me, who would have been? While I stayed on the couch, staring at the pictures of me and my father above the fireplace from when we were out fishing a few years ago I could feel the tears start to fall down my face again, how odd… I thought I'd have none left. I had actually thought that I had nothing left no loose, nothing left to cry for and most importantly, I had truly believed there were no tears left to cry. I sunk further down and hid my face in my hands, what was I supposed to do now? I didn't want to go back to phoenix. Forks were the only place still reminding me of him. The only place where I might still believe it wasn't all a dream of mine.
I remember getting up and grabbing my car keys from the counter.

And now, here I am.
Where exactly this "here" is, I'm not completely sure, but I do know I drove my car in the direction of Seattle with the intention of avoiding Phoenix for as long as possible. My beautiful red Chevy didn't quite make it all the way though, the thing does drink fuel like it's nothing more than water. When the car rolled to a stop I got out, not even bothering with the parking brakes, and went into the forest.
I walked and fell, then I walked and fell some more till my knees really couldn't hurt any more. Not that it mattered; nothing could really hurt any more than it already did. I walked for what must have been hours. It had been dark for a while when I fell down for the last time. I simply couldn't muster the strength to pull myself up on my feet again. Instead I sat up against an old tree lying on the forests damp floor.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next time I opened my eyes I was looking at three people wearing black flowing cloaks that were gently brushing the undergrowth of the forest.
"Isabella Swan." The words of the man in the middle was not spoken as a question, it was a statement.
I stood up, my legs shaking so badly I doubted they would keep me up for a longer period of time and then carefully watched the three persons in front of me move a little bit closer. I got a clear view of their faces and felt a smile appear on my face. Looking into the crimson eyes of the man who had spoken I felt nothing but pure relief. I hadn't made them up. They were real. He was real.
The man to his left had some black strands of hair showing underneath the hood of the cloak and little girl to his right looked furious, her brown doll-like hair bouncing with every step she took. I could feel my whole body relaxing as my smile grew bigger and I softly whispered "finally…"

This is actually my first fanfic, and I'm Swedish so English isent even my first language. Please dont be too harsh, but do tell me what you think of it and if I', doing something wrong with the gramar or whatnot.
I hope you like it.