This will be a story about attempted suicide and depression. This is your warning, I have been through this and I wanted to get this idea out of my head.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. If you have any sensitive triggers read at your own risk. This is not a happy story in its beginning.

~~Intro~~
"I don't want you. I never did, you were just a form of entertainment for me and my family, we laughed at you whenever you weren't around. You are simply an unworthy human that we grew bored of. Have a desperate, fragile life Bella." His words still haunt me six months later, even after I pulled myself out of the zombie like state.

I made myself get up, bring my grades up so high I qualified to graduate early and get a job to help pay for a new car and college. Everything I have done since the day he left, seemed to do nothing the night that I lost Charlie. Harry, Billy and Charlie were driving to La Push after watching a baseball game at our house when Victoria ran them off the road, she left Harry and Billy with minor wounds, but she made sure that Charlie was the only casualty. The next morning I found out that the Quileutes of the La Push tribe werewolf Shapeshifters and that they hated me for bringing Victoria into their territory and that they'll only protect their own, that I was to fend for myself. I decided that I would begin to care for me and only me, and that I would go on the run from Victoria.

~~Chapter 1~~

It's been a year since the Cullen's left and almost a full year that Charlie has been dead. I've been on the run for a year, I took the life insurance money that Charlie had from the Sheriff's department, which was over half a million and the ten thousand one that Renee had on him, and took off. I've been all over North America and Canada, making sure to never stay in one place for too long. I have been on the run from Victoria, making sure to not speak to Renee or anyone that knows me.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of Charlie's death, so I am heading back to Forks to pay my respects and leave.

I drive past the Welcome to Forks! Sign and feel a weight settle on my shoulders as I pull into the inn and walk in.

"Bella Swan! You're back. How can I help you?" Sherry, the innkeeper, exclaims.

"I need a room for two days please." She nods and hands me the key after I pay her. I nod to her, walk out to the car and drive around the building to get to the room. I drop my bag on the bed and walk back out to the car to head to La Push to see Billy, knowing that he and Harry will be together today.

Walking up to the door I take a deep breath and lightly knock. After a moment Jacob opens the door, an angry cold look on his chiseled face.

"I am not here for you or the Pack Jacob. I am here for Billy, may I see him?"
"He isn't in. Leave." He steps forward, trying to push me off the tiny front porch.

"Jacob Black, I know that he and Harry are going to be together today and tomorrow to mourn Charlie's death, that is the only reason that I'm here." He slowly begins to quiver, I remember that means he is close to shifting. I step back from him, and he steps closer.

"Harry is dead. A few months after you left the red headed bitch came back, Harry was hunting, we were all patrolling and chasing her when she drops down in front of him, scaring him so bad that he has a massive heart-attack. None of us could do anything, but Sam carried him home. It is your fault he is dead. You will not come near my father. If he dies because of this red headed leach, then so will you." My hand whips out faster than I can blink, the sound of skin against skin echoing around us.

"Threaten me again Black and we will have more issues than we already have. The vampire bitch killing Harry wasn't my fault, that is why I left remember? To lead her away from here, and you can honestly blame the Cullens and their compulsion of me for this. I wanted away from the Cullen's when I came here, but they got into my head and shit. I am sorry for Harry, I am sorry for the Cullen's being here, but you are welcome for making the Cullen's leave. At least no more of you have had to shift." My hands are behind my back, one hand softly wrapped around the pistol at my waist. A bullet may not kill him, but it will slow him down if he comes at me.

"I do not want you to come near Billy."
"I don't fucking care! I have to see him." I shout, knowing in my gut that I needed to make sure that the only person left my father cared about was alive. A deep menacing growl resonates from Jacob's chest, "Leave you Leech Whore!" He roars launching himself at me. My gun is in my hand as I step to the side, and fire. I watch the bullet hit him in the shoulder, he twists back toward me and his claws graze my thighs, yet I stand my ground.

The russet wolf in place of my former best friend crouches as if to launch itself at me, but the door behind me opens. In the doorway is Billy Black with an angry look on his face.

"He told you to leave, as alpha of the Pack, he is also Chief. You have less than ten minutes to get off La Push land and to never return. When you left to go live your amazing life with your Daddy's dead money, we've been here taking care of the issue that your stupidity caused. It is your fault and your fault alone that your father is dead and that his best friend is dead. Go home and never return. You are a disgrace to everything your father wanted you to be. If he knew what you had been up to before he died, he would have disowned you." I turn from him, satisfied in the fact that he was still breathing, climbed back into my car and drove to the Forks Cemetery. Charlie may have died a year ago tomorrow, but I will not be here. I'll be long gone. I will never come back to this place.

Here lies Sheriff Charles Swan. Amazing officer, father, brother and friend. Born January 13th, 1964, Died October 8th, 2006.

"Hey, Dad. I know that I'm a day early, but this will be the only time that I will come to see you ever again. I know that you probably know everything I did by now, but I want to apologize. It is my fault you died. I will fully admit that, because I know me getting in league with Vampires was a naive decision, and I will regret it to the day that I die. I'm sorry, Daddy." I kiss my hand and place it on his headstone and stand. As I dust off my knees I see a wolf's muzzle poking through the shrubbery and I growl softly.

"I know that I need to get out of Forks, so I no longer bring Vampires back here. I'll be gone tonight or in the morning. And none of you will have to deal with me or hear from me again." The wolf whines deep in its throat.