A/N: Hey, now I hope you like this. It's called 'If She Knew…' and is all-human. Thanks for taking the time to read this. :)
Prologue: A Lie That Killed Me
I wept and wept and wept. My heart ached and my hands shook. I wanted to rip my heart, throat and stomach out. I was useless without him. He was my whole world and I miss him like hell now. I missed my chance to thank him for saving me, to tell him that I love him and to say… yes.
Pools of tears flooded and blurred my vision. I denied it at first; that he had been killed. Then I pleaded for them to change their cruel and cutting words and tell me that he was alive. Scarred but alive at the very least. My hands had become fisted. My nails dug into my palms, engraving little crescents.
I did not deserve to live. As I tasted my salty tears which had trailed to the edge of my lips. I remembered the last time I saw him. He must have thought that I didn't want him, when in truth I loved him as I did to no one. My body shook as I tried to control myself.
He was soon carried off to the morgue, too disfigured for me to recognize him and for them to recognize him. No health records could certify that it was he, but I could tell, he wore my gold locket. The one with a picture of him and me in Italy. I wept over his burnt carcass, holding onto his soft blue-sheeted corpse. Alice unsuccessfully tugged at me when it was time too leave, though I hesitated with the force of a mountain lion. I never wanted to leave his side again. Alice's own tears similar to mine. But she didn't show her pain. I howled like a banshee that morning, at his side. Jasper wept with us, holding tightly onto Alice; afraid that she would leave him like my Love left me.
The others, Carlisle, Esme, Rose and Emmett, grieved outside the cool, tilled room, through a pane of glass. Carlisle looked as if ready to hang himself to join his son, but he would never leave Esme in such a time of pain. Esme in her muddy, wet clothes sobbed and screamed with me. Our voices could have raised the dead that night. Rose was paler than ever before. Paler than I'd ever seen anyone ever before and hoped never to; paler than any ghost. Her hand was pressed against the glass as if reaching out to my dead Love.
Emmett would've been clarified as second worst, if I were not there. He wasn't crying, sobbing or showing any emotion. He truly looked as if he were deceased. The look on his face that morn frightened me.
With a few more rough tugs and sweet, loving, caring whispers Alice, the doctors, Jasper and Esme freed Edward of me. They strolled his body off to put away. He would be buried in lush coffin with poetic engravings on the lid.
Esme took me in her arms and kissed my face repeatedly. Whispering, "It not your fault Bella, It's not your fault. Please sweetie, please stop crying. It's not your fault. Be happy for him, huh?"
She was wrong, it was my fault. If I had not been in the way, he would never have had to save me and now… he would never… be… dead. My angel from heaven. My burnt soul.
My Edward Cullen.
A/N: If you would like more then please REVIEW! Thank you again for taking your time for reading this, and please trust me. I know you might flame me for what I have done to Edward, but please trust me. Okay? This story will have a twist, a big twist and no, this isn't vampire, it's all human. HUMAN! Anyway, thank you for reading and please don't hate me for what I have done… -sighs- R&R and tell me what you think or felt about this prologue. By the way that is smallest piece of fiction writing I've ever done and you can hope for long or okay-lengthened chapters. I will be updating after about a week, a week for you to tell me if you hate it or love it. Again, R&R!
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