Title: Dead Scream

Rating: Teen

Author: Dani Meows

Pairing: Bella/Edward

Genre: Angst/Romance

Notes: A small sliver of this story showed up in my one shot collection story, but I wanted to expand upon this story and give it some more room to breathe. To those of you waiting for chapter two of fallen angel, if I don't get the corrected copy back from my beta soon I'll put up the unbetaed copy so as to not keep you waiting. :-)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

Thanks: To everyone who reads and reviews, or who favorites this story or me. I appreciate each and every sign that my meager writings are liked.

Chapter One: Suicide

It had been two months to the day since HE had left her and she wasn't coping well. She'd heard her father say that she was like a zombie. A zombie one of the undead, well if she had her way today she'd be one of the very dead.

Bella ran the sharp knife, she'd grabbed from the kitchen, over her skin, not pushing down hard enough to break the pale skin underneath; as she sat in the warm water of the bathtub. She'd even filled the tub with strawberry scented bubble bath. She didn't know why as she didn't plan on ever getting out of the bathtub to greet another day or another second again.

HE was gone. HE wasn't coming back. HE didn't love her. Life had no meaning anymore without him, she'd given him all of her heart and soul and both had been ripped to shreds when HE left.

E- no she couldn't even think the name. Her soul mate, the only person she'd ever loved; and to him she'd been nothing more than a distraction to ease the endlessness of his eternity. She'd promised to be safe, but he'd promised not to leave her. He'd broken his so why then should she keep hers? She wanted to die. The idea of being free from her pain, of not having to endure another day of waking up and not seeing the bronze hair or topaz eyes of her love, of waking up and knowing that in the end she'd been right and she'd never been good enough for him, was a happy idea indeed.

She wondered if Alice could see her plans, if Alice even cared to look in on her. When Edward had left like that she'd truly wondered if Alice or the rest of the Cullens besides Rosalie had ever cared for her at all. If they'd cared, if Alice who she'd thought was her best friend, cared then why did they leave her without saying goodbye? Bella decided that Alice probably hadn't cared anymore than Edward had in the end.

The knife felt so soothing as she traced it over her veins, all she had to do was push down sharply, and drag the knife across those blue veins and then she would be dead. She could do it. A little pain and then she'd be safe in oblivion never to wake again. The smell of her blood would make her faint and if blood loss didn't kill her, drowning in the water that she was bathing in would.

She pushed down, it stung but the ache of the cut was nothing compared to the ache within her heart. The black endless empty hole that had been with her since that awful day in the woods when he'd said that he didn't want her.

The sight of her blood on the knife and flowing out of the wound was horrifying and so very red. The smell of salt and rust, the smell of her blood, made her feel the familiar dizziness that signaled that she was about to faint.

As she collapsed, giving into the siren call of death, she thought she heard the sound of footsteps running up the stairs and a familiar voice screaming, "No, Bella, No!" Was she already giving into the haze of delirium to think that she heard Alice's voice? If she heard Alice would she soon hear the velvet voice that belonged to him?

Alice ran up the stairs, to the bathroom, blindingly fast even for a vampire. In her head she chanted, 'don't let me be too late,' like a silent prayer. "No, Bella, NO!" she screamed as the potent scent of Bella's blood, hit her sensitive nose. In the seconds that it took her to reach the bathroom door, Alice wondered if she ever knew fear like what she was experiencing now.

The smell of her friends blood didn't make her thirsty as her mind focused on Bella. She had to prevent her from dying any way that she could. She had to stop the bleeding, she had to prevent the vision that she'd seen while shopping with Jasper from coming true.

Bella slicing her wrists, bleeding and then fainting in the tub. Only to be found hours later in the red water lifeless, by her devastated father. Her funeral, seeing her grave, the grief and devastation they all felt as they realized that Bella, sweet innocent, exuberant, Bella wouldn't be coming back. Edward's grief stricken visage, haunted by the realization that Bella had died unable to take the pain of being away from him any longer.

Picking Bella up easily, even though it was slightly awkward for her to carry Bella, as she was shorter than the girl she was carrying, she made her way to Bella's room. She quickly ripped some of Bella's old t-shirts, once Bella was better they'd go shopping for better clothes anyways, into a bunch of rags. Taking the rags, she wrapped them tightly around Bella's bleeding wrist, checking the pressure several times, Alice wished that Carlisle and Esme weren't away hunting when the vision had hit her.

She tucked her friend into the bed and covered her with quilt. Now that she wasn't trying to keep Bella from bleeding to death, Alice could see what Edward's absence, what her absence had done to her little sister. She was much to pale, had lost to much weight and circles under her eyes worse than those seen on vampires.

Alice vowed that this time, even if Edward refused to come back and be with Bella, she wouldn't leave Bella again. "Oh, Bella..." she said as she ran her fingers through Bella's hair and tried to force a vision through to confirm if the girl would wake.

Bella opened her eyes and stared at Alice in shock before collapsing against her, sobbing.

Alice opened her eyes again in the present, but kept running her fingers through the wet brown hair of her friend. She wished she could cry, as she choked back a series of dry sobs. If she hadn't seen the vision in enough time, if she hadn't been able to push her car so fast, Bella, would be dead.

She wished that rather than an ability to tell the future that hadn't been able to show her the disaster that would befall Bella's eighteenth birthday, she could turn back time. If she could then rather than throwing the birthday party, Bella hadn't even wanted, they would have done something less extravagant to mark the occasion, or done something to prevent the paper cut that had led to so much damage.

Or if she'd been unable to prevent the birthday party disaster, and Edward's leaving of Bella and Forks. She would change the part where she'd gone with her family. She'd have stayed by Bella's side, taking some of Bella's pain away and insuring that Bella wouldn't have felt so alone and so abandoned.

She would have made sure that Bella felt that she had something to live for, something to hope for, so that she didn't seek to deny the world of her charm and affectionate nature.

She listened to Bella's steady heartbeat, relieved to find that it was still steady. She didn't want to involve the hospital, they would put Bella away for a while and Bella would never be able to tell the truth. At least she'd never be able to tell it and still be considered sane. "It all started when the love of my life and his family, who all happen to be vampires, no really doc..." the second that Bella started to explain, she'd be in trouble.

What she need was Jasper. Due to his abilities with emotions, he knew more than most anybody about the mind and emotions. He could help Bella, as long as he could resist her blood.

Her mind began to weigh whether or not she tell Edward about the state that Bella was in, when she heard the sounds of Bella's fluttering eyelids. She'd worry about Edward later for now she needed to focus on Bella.