I've adopted this story from myself. . . Talk about child neglect. Anyways, sorry for the inconvenience. Hope all my fans that didn't know about this story before, enjoy!
It had been ten months since HE left me.
Ten months since my life had no meaning.
Ten months since I could ever look someone in the eye, laugh, smile, or even get close to joking.
Ten months of a dead, void life; That is exactly why I am leaving. I feel bad, leaving my dad here, alone. I would prefer he didn't see me act like a zombie, then do just that.
It was midnight, and I grabbed my scarce funds from working at Newton's Outfitters, and packed a backpack of fresh clothes and necessities. With tears rolling silently down my cheeks, I grabbed a piece of paper, and wrote a note to Charlie and Renee.
Dear Charlie and Renee,
I love you, and that is why I am leaving. I can't stay here, yet I can't live where other people will keep an eye on every move I make. I am going to be buying an apartment somewhere, but I don't know where. I don't know when, or if, you will ever see me.
Dad: I love you. Try not to starve yourself, and if you need help on food, ask Sue or just eat at the diner ; ) I am truely sorry to leave in the middle of the night like this, but it is for the best. Someone once told me a clean break was the best. Time heals all wounds. I hope you find someone special... Love you.
Mom: I hope you and Phil are happy. I love you, and I will miss you. Stick with yoga, you used to love talking about it. I should have listened to you, when you said not to come to Forks, because then my heart wouldn't have been ripped out and fed to the sharks, but I am still glad I came, I got to stay with Charlie, and you got to be with Phil. I love you, and I will try to see you and dad as soon as possible.
Your only daughter,
Isabella
I hated lying to them, but they would never know if I was lying or not. Tears were streaming down my face like the average rain here. I was leaving. Where I was going, you wouldn't be able to see your loved ones again. I was going to the one place HE said you go if you wanted to die, Volterra, Italy. For me, it was either death or a new life.
I folded the letter and slid it under my dad's door. While running down the steps as quickly and quietly as possible. Grabbing the keys so they wouldn't jingle, I opened the front door and was greeted with goosebumps. The summer chill on a July night in Washington. I reached my truck after I locked the door and replaed the key under the eave. I hoped that Victoria or Laurent wouldn't be out here. For all I knew, they were still after me. Great!
I reached my truck and prayed its noise wouldn't wake up Charlie. I turned the key in the ignition and the noise was quieter than usual. Eerie. I looked around, but didn't see anyone. I pulled out, and drove down the main road. There was a bang of metal hitting metal, and something flew into the bed of my truck. I prepared to scream, I didn't have the chance, because something cold was clamped to my mouth and there was the light noise of a bell-like laughter.
Victoria
She was gonna kill me. I wouldn't even make it to the airport.
"Well, Bella. So good to see you again."
I was going to say,"Well it's not good to see you," but thought better of it, and instead came up with the best reply.
"They left."
She was beyond confused.
"Who?"
God. She was gonna make me say their name!
"The C-cullens," I said thriugh gritted teeth, the whole in my heart being ripped open the size big enough to swallow Mt. Everest.
"And they left you here. Well, killing you would be doing something for you, and for Edward too." I flinched at HIS name, "I don't feel like a revenge mood anyway. I was watching you, waiting for the chance, but you caught me off guard. Midnight, of all times, to be traveling."
"I am leaving, and never coming back."
"And where are you going?"
"The Volturi."
"Ah, I see. Those royal ones. Well, good news for you, I am not going to kill you. Go ahead, cheer, do a happy dance, whatever. I am just depressed."
"You and me both."
"Can I come to Volterra with you? I promise not to kill you. I just need someone to talk to. We could start fresh. I need a friend." She begged, her body racking with dry sobs.
To say I was shocked, was a understatement. "You want to be friends with me?"
"Yes. I just was sorta jealous of you, you had a boyfriend, a handsome one too, and all I had was a mate that used me for my gift. I just want to start over. Hi, my names Victoria. What's yours?"
I giggled. GIGGLED! "Bella. Pleasure to meet you Vikki." I winked at her nickname. She smiled.
It was honestly good to have someone to talk to. She asked questions and I answered honestly, not getting embarassed or even hesitating. I had to get over them, and I was. Talking freely like this didn't even cause me pain. We talked all the way to the airport, and through the plane ride. I dozed off after I was telling her of them leaving.
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-Nastya
