ok, so this is my first fanfiction. I have wantet to write for long, but my spellign is horrible. So plies be cind :D
and come whit lots of REVIEW, so I know what to work whit to be a better writher.
Disclaimer: I do not own twiligh ( my one sorrow)
I hope you like it, enjoy...
Chapter 1
BPOV
"Edward lie in the mud, his ayes were cold and empty. His hand was reaching out for me in the death cramp. I throw my self down and buried my face in his hair, smelling the sweetness of him. I was filling my lunges whit his scent. People around us were screaming. People were running around looking for their beloved one. I heard cries of agony, fear and smelled the blood around me. But the boy whit the bronze hair was all I manage to care about. My love, my life, he was so cold and wonderful. He didn't move, just lied in the mud too still, too cold. I felt a cold shill down my spine as I realised that his lips would never kiss me again. His hand would never stroke my cheek one last time. His ayes would never look at me filled whit love. The pain stroked me in the hart of my soul and it all felt to pieces. "
Beep Beep Beep...
The alarm ripped me out of my dream. It was 06.00 in the morning, Sunday morning, it was way too early. I turned around to try to get some more sleep, but my pillow was wet. I realised I had been crying again. I groan and starting to make my way to the bathroom. The little apartment was dark and filled whit boxes. So I was not surprised when I stumped my toe. It had almost become a morning ritual for me. It didn't hurt much, I had felt worse.
I made it eventually to the bathroom and turned on the light. It was so small, but I liked the flower tapestry. It reminded me of Charlie's house. I turned on the mini radio to keep me from thinking gloomy thoughts. The sound of Johnny Flynn's "the box" filled the little bathroom. The tune made me smile; it made me thinking of him. He loved this song, always when he was in a good mood he was humming it. I smiled even wider as I remembered why my alarm had waked me so early. He was coming home. By the time of the refrain I was singing along and moving my hips to the rhythm.
Sweep my mess away
Leave my body, leave my bones
Leave me holding, leave my soul
Leave me nothing I don't need at all
Nothing I don't need at all
I finished washing my face; it was all read and swollen by the crying. I made a grimace and whished I never had looked in the mirror. I sighed and brushed my hair. It was short, just above my shoulders. It was practical this way. I tried to make me look pretty, but I gave up. I took on some mascara and was finished.
"There you go, it doesn't look that bad" I was lying to myself, a pathetic attempt to make me feel better. "It's as good as it's going to be" I mumbled to my self.
I walked back to the bedroom and opened a box filled whit clothes. I didn't noticed what I put on. My stomach was filled whit butterflies. Fluttering and dancing of joy. My ayes exceedingly swiped over the mirror on the closet and I cud not help laughing. I looked like a fool whit a big grin on my face. I stepped into my sandals and swept up my care keys on the way out. I almost ran to my car, I was so exited and at the same time nervous. What if he had changed his mind and had found someone beautiful to fall in love in. I start humming his song to chase the depressing thoughts out of my head. I was Thinking of him wail driving all the way from Oxford to London.
I smiled, in just a few hours I would be the luckiest girl in the world, because I would be kissing my love.
I know it is a little bit short. but it is a start.
so review people, review....
In next chapter we get to know who are arriving in a plain??
and What happened when Edward left Bella in new moon.