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Prologue
Bella's POV
Why? Why did it have to be me? -Bella
I was sitting on my bed reading Romeo and Juliet. Edward was out hunting with Alice, and Emmett, so I'd have to wait a few more hours until he came back. It was about ten o' clock at night, and like usual, I was on the brink of sleep while reading. But what was unusual, was the sound of a glass being broken.
My eyes snapped open immediately. I assumed it was Charlie, he probably broke something while watching football. I let my eyes shut, and Edward entered my mind. I was completely content,
Until I heard Charlie scream. My eyes opened. I thought it was-again- because of the football game. But his scream didn't sound like disappointment...
It sounded like pain.
But then…it just…stopped.
My body was too tired to move when I tried, so I just lay there with my eyes closed as Edward entered my mind again, trying to banish the scream that echoed in my head. When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by darkness. I managed to move then, and I walked over to my light switch, only to see the switch pointing upward.
I flipped it down, setting it on off, but when I switched in on, nothing happened. I was still in the darkness, it was as if someone had turned the power out…from the outside.
I was getting scared now.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, but it sounded heavier…it wasn't Charlie.
Breathing hard now, I went to my door after a moment, and opened it slightly.
I nearly fainted at what I saw.
A tall body, over 6 feet, with a dark cloak, and a knife. That already had blood on it?
Oh no…Charlie.
At least he was human, no vampire needs a knife to kill.
But what scared me the most
Was that he was standing right at my door.
I slammed it quickly, and locked it tight just as he started pounding with his fist, and scraping with his knife. I took my rocking chair in the corner, and put it under the knob, just to buy me more time. I couldn't jump out the window, he would just catch me easier.
I went to my drawer and pulled out the cell phone Edward got me for emergencies, and I slid under my bed.
I dialed the Edward's number with shaking fingers, and tears running down my cheeks.
I knew I was going to die.
But I had to let Edward know what was going on.
Just so he wouldn't be surprised, or in more pain of what he found when he'd come over.
I would never see Edward again.
I would never feel that feeling of when he'd kiss me, ever again.
And my heart won't be beating ever again to feel it stop because of Edward.
…And I would never marry him.
Edward, my love…
The phone was ringing then, and I waited to get an answer from the man I loved more than my life.
Edward.
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