Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
This is my first Fan fiction, I hope you enjoy it.
I'm not calling you a liar,
Just don't lie to me.
I'm not calling you a thief,
Just don't steal from me,
I'm not calling you a ghost,
Just stop haunting me,
And I love you so much,
I'm gonna let you,
Kill me.
Florence and the Machine -I'm Not Calling You a Liar
I woke up screaming again. Screaming and alone. My former husband Edward had brought me so much pain. The day he killed my Renesmee still plays in my head every time I close my eyes. He came home drunk. I was on our couch waiting for him with young Renesme in my arms – she was fast asleep. Edward took a couple steps in the door and just stared at me. He had something in his hand but, I wasn't sure what it was. "Edward, what is that?" He just had a small sad smile on his face. He slowly raised his hand revealing the gun in the faint light. I screamed trying to cover Renesmee but, I was too late. He shot her, then me. And then shot himself. The first bullet that he shot had gone in Renesmee's side. Piercing her lungs. Then shot he fired at me had skimmed my shoulder. Causing me to bleed. I looked down at Renesmee and saw her little face still sound, as if she was asleep. But her small body was covered in blood. She was only two. At the sight of her I passed out immediately. I woke up the next day in the hospital. Apparently one of our neighbours had called nine-one-one when they heard the gun shot.
When I woke up I was greeted by familiar faces. Charlie was holding one hand, while Renee held the other. Alice sat at the end of the bed. The moment they realized I was awake Charlie called for Carlisle and Alice and Renee started to cry.
At first I thought I was just dreaming this all happened. How I wish it was all a dream.
Carlisle explained everything to me and said I would be out of the hospital in a week and I was more than welcome to stay at his house with Alice for the time after. I didn't, I returned back to the house Edward, Renesmee and I lived in.
To be honest I can't quite remember those weeks after the hospital. I just remember the nightmares and the crying. I roughly remember the funerals. I was a crying mess seeing my child and my husband buried.
I quit my job and have been in my house since. Alice comes once a week and stalks up my fridge and says hello. She quit attempting conversations. I just stayed silent.
I can't stay here anymore. I have to leave this house. It's going to kill me.
I got up from my bed went downstairs and called the person I know who would come here to get me and let me stay at their place. Charlie.
Ring, Ring, Ring,
Maybe he isn't home.
Ring, Ring, Ring,
I can call back in the morning, I guess.
Ring, Ring, "Hello?"
Oh I woke him up. Wait, what time is it anyway? I leaned to se the clock on the wall. Three- Thirty... Opps...
"Hello?" His voice rang out again. "Anyone there?" I took a big breath in. "Dad?" I said cautiously. "Bella? Is that you?" He said in surprise. "Um, yes... Dad i was wondering.." Oh god, how can I say this? "Can you come get me and let me live with you?" It came out in a rush. I wonder if he understood it. "Get you stuff ready, I'll be there in half an hour." He said quietly. "Thanks Dad. See you." The line went dead.
I pulled up a suitcase, packed my stuff up and then all I had left to do was wait.
I will update this soon. (With a longer chapter too.)
Any critiques, suggestions, and corrections would be appreciated. :)
