I don't own Twilight.
I was going to end this pain. I walked to Charlie's room and looked under the bed. I found the gun and grabbed it then I went to his house. I walked to his room. The couch was still there. I laid down on it and pulled the trigger. "Goodbye Edward." I said with my dieing breathe.
Other Character POV
I was driving past a huge white mansion when I heard a gun shot. I ran inside and searched the rooms. Finally I saw a girl with a gun on the floor and a bullet wound in her chest. There was blood everywhere. I called 911.
22 years later.
Edward POV
We are coming back to Forks. I wonder if she will be there. Grown older. I hope. When we got there I went to my old room. Oddly it smelled like blood. After I put away my stuff I ran to Charlie's. I knocked on the door. He answered. He was old. I searched his mind but found no anger. "Is Bella here?" I asked. "No." he said. "Do you know where she is?" I asked. "Miller street third row second in." he said. I thanked him and left.
I drove to Miller street. I decided to walk from here. Miller Street seemed pretty short. The only thing on it was a cemetery. I walked in with a really bad feeling. I went up three rows and two in, it said: Isabella Swan 1969-2008 Beloved Daughter and Friend. ( I think 1969 is right) I gasped and started dry sobbing. I ran back to Charlie's. He answered the door."How?" I asked. "She shot herself two days after you left." he said and closed the door. I drove back to my house in shock. When I got there I just sat in the car sobbing. It was all my fault, if I hadn't left... I got out and went inside. "Edward what's wrong?" asked Alice. "She's dead." I said. She gasped. Now everybody was here. "What happened?" asked Emmett. "Bella shot herself two days after we left." I said still in shock. Just then a plate smashed against the wall. No one had thrown it.
Later that night I sat on the couch when I heard someone playing the piano. I walked downstairs. It was her lullaby. I looked at the piano. No one was there but the key were moving. I yelled bloody murder. "What's wrong?" yelled Carsile. He looked at the piano which was still playing. "I think we have a ghost." he said.