This is my first bXj story so i hope you like it. :)

disclaimer- i don't own twilight :'( (wish i did though)

Scene: Edward has just done his little speech telling Bella he's leaving and she's in the forest alone and heartbroken.

I lay on the forest floor.

My eyes tight shut.

The damp leaves were gradually soaking through my clothes. I didn't notice. I didn't care.

"I don't love you" his words were still playing through my brain, torturing me.

I didn't move for hours.

I didn't think.

All I did was feel.

I felt like I'd been stabbed in the heart and no one had taken away the knife.

I felt as if my soul had been ripped from my body and just left an empty shell.

I felt like I was in hell and fire roared trough my veins plaguing my body.

I felt as if I'd been punched through the chest and nothing was left but a gaping hole raw and bleeding.

With four words my world had been shattered...

...My life was over...

...There was no need to go on...

...Not anymore.

Night had fallen and I still hadn't moved.

A small insignificant part of my brain remembered Charlie.

He'd probably be getting worried.

I didn't pay attention to it. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes let alone drag my body through the forest back to him.

I heard a rustling noise but I ignored it. It didn't matter.

Then I heard something move toward me.

Edward?

I was sat up in an instant.

Hope filling my chest.

Did he come back? Did he come to find me? To tell me it had all been a mistake? That he would stay with me? That he loved me?

The questions poured in my brain so fast the pain was suddenly gone, but only for a split second.

A figure moved into my vision.

It wasn't Edward.

I felt the pain come back with a kick.

It was a man I didn't recognise. He was Quileute, huge with dark skin and eyes.

Not the white and gold I was longing for.

"Bella?" he asked in a low voice.

I didn't reply. I couldn't even if I'd tried I wouldn't have been able to. The pain seemed to be cutting of everything. I could hardly breathe let alone talk. I shrank to the floor again, just letting my body drop. I had no energy.

The man was talking but I couldn't hear him.

I didn't listen.

I think he said something about his name Saul? Sean? Sam? It didn't really matter. And then there was something about Charlie. I registered that, but only his name. The rest was lost on me.

I felt a pair of arms swoop down and wrap round me as he picked me up bridal style and started walking. I should probably have had some feeling about a complete stranger carrying me but all there was, was the pain.

I felt like I was choking.

Like my throat was constricting again and again stopping the air getting to my lungs.

Like without him I would die.

Suddenly we were inside.

I only knew that because suddenly it was bright and I realised the light hurt my eyes.

I heard Charlie saying something but everything was blurred, fuzzy, distant.

I heard my name being called but I didn't react. There was a strange noise coming from somewhere and I wasn't sure where it was. It sounded like an animal in pain.

The arms put on the couch and then I felt arms round me pulling me into a hug, then Charlie's voice hushing me softly.

Oh. I understood. The whimpering sobs were me.

Small sounds were coming out of my mouth like an animal in pain.

When I realised that there was nothing stopping me. I opened my mouth and I collapsed against Charlie's chest as the sobs took over my body shaking me hard.

I had no idea what happened for a very long time after that.

I couldn't stop the constant flow.

The tears just kept coming they were like two rivers attached to my eyes I had no control over.

When I finally ran out of tears to cry I realised I was alone with Charlie.

He didn't say anything he took my arm and helped me up to bed. Through everything I noticed I had ruined one of his shirts with my tears and he hadn't let go of me, not once.

I spent a long time staring at my window.

Reliving all the times Edward had climbed through the frame to see me.

The times he'd lay in this same bed, the times he'd sung me to sleep, worked with me, talked with me, laughed with me, told me he loved me.

It was all a lie.

When I finally drifted to sleep I was terrorised by nightmares of forests, darkness, lies, abandonment and his hard face, unfeeling and frozen.

That wasn't the first night I woke up screaming with the face burned into my eyes.

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