Chapter 1: Till Death wake me up

BPOV

I stood in the woods in the same spot Edward left me.

Ironically enough it was also the same spot with the fallen tree I had used to sit and think on whether I'd give him a chance or not. This time I was here to banish him and say goodbye.

I was finally breaking free. Breaking free from him and from Forks.

The day Edward left me I fell into a deep depression. I didn't move, I didn't speak, I didn't sleep. I just laid on my bed staring outside my open window. About a week after that I slipped into a deeper depression. I literally have no memories of the events from that night until the events of Thanksgiving night in Jacksonville.

I was later told that in my depressive state i was a living shell. I went to work and I went to school. I cooked, I showered and I slept. According to Charlie I screamed in my sleep until he had no choice but to ship me off to Renee so he could get a decent night's sleep when my nightmares and his lack of sleep almost caused him to shoot Mike's dad who startled him in the diner.

I had pictures of Phil, Renee and myself in a big party boat. Now who's idea was to have a Santa in beach shorts is beyond me but Renee was smiling like a toddler all hyped over. The boat somehow got sank.

First thing I remember is being underwater. just standing underwater, seeing him walk away from me. I don't know how long I was underwater but at some point I could only focus at the burning in my chest. I remember opening my lips and saying

"Fuck you"

To his retreating back before giving a sharp kick in the water and swimming up. My head hit the surface as a few boats with lifeguards arrived. I was the sole survivor of the party boat.

I stood alone between the two coffins that held Renee and Phil. His family had written him off when he chose to marry what they called a cougar and Charlie's flight was stranded in Seattle because of the snow. I was alone as I packed their stuff. I was alone as I sold their house. I was alone as I emptied their ashes on the ocean breeze as neither wished to be buried. I was alone as I flew back to Forks.

I was alone but with a newfound strength.

It was the day I chose to move forward. It was the day that I went back to being me.

I started talking to those that were still around and willing to talk to me. I made up with Charlie; I salvaged friendships and studied hard. I was rewarded with good enough grades to actually go to college in Seattle and major in English and minored in Psychology. I lived in the same dorm room with Angela; I graduated in the top of my class and even managed to land my very first teaching gig right out of college. And not in Forks!

Right after the graduating ceremony was over I was approached by a tall man a tailored suit, who identified himself as Mr. Eli Gold. He all but offered me a job. I would be teaching elementary and preschool classes in a small town in Maine.

I immediately replied 'yes' and Charlie helped me pack. We went out on a celebratory weekend in Seattle and gloated to everyone that his baby girl landed a job only days after graduation.

That's why I'm here, in this spot right now. To tell Edward Anthony Masen Cullen my last 'Fuck You' before I board that plane.

A/N: Kind of small, short and dark I know. It's gonna pick up I promise