Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Twilight. No character, no setting, no plot. Nope, they are all Stephenie Meyer's, who I am not. Sadly. I am just messing with her characters

Chapter 1: Agony Taken Over

How can you see into my eyes like open doors

Leading you down into my core

Where I've become so numb

Without a soul

My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it back home

I could still see the trees surrounding me. Menacing, watching my impending destruction. It was as if the world had stopped. As if there was a broken record in my head, I kept hearing his voice, "I don't want you; I don't want you; I don't want you." I could still see his hardened eyes, black. In the background, I could hear screaming. That shrieking pulled my out of my reminisce…

Quickly, I sat up in my bed. The sheets were tangled around me. There was a faint sheen of sweat was covering my face. It took me a while to figure out where the screaming came from. It was my own voice. I stayed in my bed for a little while waiting for my labored breathing to ease up, once it did, I clambered out of bed. Grabbing my overused bag of toiletries, I walked slowly to the bathroom to get ready for the day. As I washed my face, I saw a glance of the face in the mirror. The face didn't look like anyone I knew. Her cheeks were hollow, the eyes were empty. The girl's face was void of any emotion, as if she was in a zombie-like state of mind. Her hair was a nest, looking like it hadn't been taken care of for months. This poor girl looked catatonic, lost, hopeless.

She was me.

I stumbled down the stairs, looking faintly at Charlie. He gave me a weak smile, which I couldn't seem to give back, my facial muscles didn't respond, seeing as they hadn't been used in weeks. Grabbing the keys to my truck, I mumbled something about going out, but I didn't pay any attention to what I really had said, and what Charlie's response was. As I approached my truck, I tripped over the sidewalk crack. I picked myself off the ground, not caring about the bruising that was going to appear in a few hours. I got into my truck and simply drove off.

To tell the truth, I had no idea as to where I was going. I wasn't even sure if I was thinking at the moment. All I saw was his face in my mind. It loomed in on every thought now. Maybe it would've broken my heart, seeing that face all the time, but only if I still had a whole heart to be broken. Finally, I figured it was time to stop the truck, to see where exactly I had gotten to this time. I got out of my truck, taking my time, I was not anxious to see where my truck had taken me now. When I finally looked around, I could feel the hole in my chest rip even further. My heart was now torn into shreds.

It was a manor. It was a tall, old, white manor looking down ominously at me. There was a long drive way leading up to the house, lined by trees. It was the home that I wished to live in with my almost family, where I would've lead a happy life. But that was all snatched away from me, taking Bella Swan with it, leaving a lifeless zombie in her wake.

I fell to the ground, torn by agony. Every particle in my body ached with heartbreak. I need to get out. I needed salvation. Letting lose the only way I could, I screamed. As I did, tears streamed down my face. I let the scream get louder and louder. It took every part of me, letting lose all of my agony, loss, pain. Then the trees seemed as if they were shaking, but I knew that they weren't. It was just the powerful quakes making their way through my body. Every single thing I held onto had some pain tied to it. Finally, I ran out of breath, the scream slowly disappeared. Suffering ripped into my body once more. I finally let the pain take over, taking every last part of the zombie Bella Swan, and giving the rest to Edward Cullen. I let the agony take over.

Everything went black. My destruction had begun. Bella Swan was no more.