Its Not My Time
He was gone, and he wasn't coming back
He was gone, and he wasn't coming back. Bella Swan laid on the ground where Edward had left her. Who cares if it was raining and a storm was picking up? Nothing mattered anymore. Someone was picking her up but Bella didn't turn her head to see who it was. She didn't have enough strength for the tiny movement, and she was too numb with shock to even care. It must have been a man holding her, his strong arms gave it away. Suddenly they were running, and running fast. Any other time, Bella would be scared to death. Now the numbness overcame her and the blurring forest disappeared as Bella's eyes closed.
Bella woke with a start the next afternoon. Her eyes took abnormally long to adjust to the light coming from her room. She had this terrible dream of Edward leaving, but Edward could never do that. Could he? Then everything came back to Bella, he did. Her mind almost went black again but then the door opened.
"Bella?"
It was Charlie. Bella fought hard to remain awake for him.
"Hey dad."
"Bella, what happened to you? Where's Edward?"
Bella chose to answer only one of these questions, which turned out to be the most painful.
"He's…gone." She whispered as she lost consciousness for the last time.
When Bella woke up again she wasn't on her bed in her room, she was on the lumpy couch downstairs. Charlie must have moved her to keep a closer eye on her. Bella's predicament proved true. As Bella opened her eyes the first thing she saw was Charlie sitting as close to her as possible and staring right down at her.
"Finally," he said gruffly. "You've been out for awhile."
"Good morning dad." Bella said monotonously.
"Are you hungry?" Charlie asked.
"No I'm fine, I'm just going to go upstairs."
"Alright…wait Bella. What happened between you and Edward?"
It felt as if a huge hold erupted in Bella's heart and stomach. The pain was too much to bear, Bella doubled over in her spot on the stairs and screamed in pain.
"Bella? Bella!" Charlie yelled.
Despite his tries, Bella couldn't hear Charlie or stop the agonizing pain. After many horrible minutes the pain subsided to where Bella was able to stand up.
"What was that?" Charlie asked sounding winded.
Bella wouldn't reply, instead she ran up the stairs and into her room, laid down on her bed and sobbed.
During the next month or so, a pattern had developed. Bella would go downstairs to eat, say a few words to Charlie, then go back to her room and stare out the window with a blank look in her eyes. There was hardly a word or a tear from Bella anymore. All that was left was a blank expression and a monotonous voice. Then there were those rare occasions where Bella would sleep and dream of Edward coming back to her. Bella could see so clearly the way Edward walked through the door and grabbed her into his arms. His beautiful face was the only thing she could see. Everything was back to normal in those wonderful dreams. Those were the only times Bella would smile, but when she would wake up the hole in her abdomen would open up even more. Apparently not everyone gets that happy fairytale ending, thought Bella.
A/N: Hey everyone! I finally had an idea for a story! Yay! I got this inspiration from a song I heard on the radio, so thank you radio! I'll tell you the song once I'm done with the story. I'm not sure how long its going to be, maybe just a few chapters or a whole story! You never know, it all depends on the reviews!