It was a cold and snowy night. Bella was walking through the woods. The trees whistled in the chilling wind, throwing even more, snowflakes in her face. Bella was wondering what she did that was wrong. She tried to remember back to when he was happy. What had she done, right before the dark days set in?
Had she said something? Has she said something offensive? As the white snow fell silently on the wood's floor around her, she searched for the answer. She thought about everything happy that had ever happened, trying to cling to the good memories. Everything was dreary and dark now, not just the sky, but her life. She yearned to be happy again. The only thing, she thought, that could make her happy, was him. But now that he was gone, everything was claustrophobic. The wood's floor was closing on her, she could hardly breathe.
Bella dropped to the floor, gasping. She caught a snowflake in her hand, now, this snowflake, she thought, was her only friend, her only true companion, because this thing could not break her. Bella did not know how long she stayed on the snow covered ground in the woods. She was scared to turn back, to face her father. He would have to find out sometime, might as well get it over with. Bella thought of the warmth of the house she had so many memories in, she could almost feel the warmth of his icy hug. With this thought, her mind swooped deeper.
Bella tried to gather her courage and confidence in herself to stand up. When she tried, she wobbled, and fell again. Soon enough, she thought, someone will find me. All she wished was to forget. To forget what happened, to forget who she was, that's all she asked. Bella looked up at the sky and saw the snow coming down from the dark overhead, the ending of the day, the start of night.