INVISIBLE
So here I am, standing on the very edge, the very edge of the bridge.
Above me, storm clouds are gathering and cold, hard rain batters against my numb skin. Below me, the cars pass in a blur, windscreen wipers moving, headlights on full. The deafening noise assaults my ears but I can't feel any more, I'm numb. And it's all because of him...
My angel.
JULY
It all started at the silly little summer camp.
I was fifteen, young and naïve. He was seventeen, one of the supervisors at the camp and everyone there was stunned by his incredible beauty. Those green sparkling eyes, that perfect bronze hair... Even now, when I think back, I still don't understand why he picked me, out of all the stunning girls at that camp, why me? My best friends, Jessica and Lauren (who are both much prettier than me), were insanely jealous. But I didn't care really. I thought I was in love...
I was in love.
AUGUST
Camp was almost over.
On the last day, I spent the whole time with him. We relived all our moments together. Our first date, that little picnic down on the shore, eating chocolate dipped strawberries by the light of the full moon. Our first kiss, alone in his dorm, sitting on the floor playing cards. Our first night away, when he etched our names into the bark of a tree using his dad's old pen knife. And then, our last night together, he made love to me, and I felt like the luckiest girl alive.
But of course, it couldn't last.
SEPTEMBER
I wrote to him almost everyday after camp.
We lived in different states. I lived in Forks, Washington with my dad Charlie and he lived in Manhattan with his parents and his sister Alice. I thought our love would last forever, I thought he would still remember me. But it was obvious he didn't. Every letter went unreturned, all the unanswered calls and texts broke my heart every bit more. Even when my birthday came and went, I didn't receive a present.
My heart broke.
OCTOBER
NOVEMBER
DECEMBER
JANUARY
Time passes.
Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
Even for me.
FEBRUARY
Life still goes on.
I go to school, I see my old friends, I talk to people in class and at the weekends. But I'm not really here, I don't really involve myself. Not any more, I've lost the will to live, to breath, to care. My friends are worried, my dad is worried, my mom is worried. I tell them not too, but they never listen.
No one does.
MARCH
APRIL
MAY
JUNE
Dad sends me back to Mom.
I don't like Jacksonville. It's too sunny, too hot. I miss the cold, wet, dampness of Forks air. I miss the spongy green stuff that covers all the trees and rocks. I miss the damp air swirling around your head when you go walking in the forest. I miss the scent of pine trees. I miss the long grass covered with dew in the morning. Jacksonville is exactly the opposite of Forks. I miss Forks...
I miss him.
JULY
So that's the story.
One year today, that's when it all started. The camp. The long days. The summer romance. But it's all gone now. All that's left is that aching pain in the middle of my heart, that nagging sensation. Sometimes, if I remember back to the kisses we shared, my heart breaks into smaller pieces. I can almost hear the tearing of every tiny piece. It's unlikely I will ever be right again. Not without him. So I'm back in Forks, reliving everything. I visited the camp, I saw all the children having fun. I visited my old house, I saw Charlie watching baseball with Billy Black on the flat screen. I visited my high school, I saw all my old friends. But I was just a shadow. No one saw me, no one spoke to me. I just slipped away, unnoticed. Invisible. And that's what has led me to this decision. Just to leave this world, to end this pain. It's obvious I can't live without him any more, it can't be done. So I have to die, I have to move on. I touch to cold wet metal of the bridge. It's vibrating slightly from the thundering movement of the cars beneath me. I wipe away the tears that have collected on my eyelashes. No more tears, no more pain.
"Bella!"
My angel, my angel's voice. I smile and raise my head to the sky, the rain still pounding against my face. The end is near, I can feel it. I take my hand away from the metal and look down at the cars. Time to say goodbye.
"Bella! Bella, stop!" Ahh, the voice is closer now, I don't have to wait any longer. I'm about to step off the edge when someone grabs my waist and pulls me down. Warm arms grasp my chin and pulls my face up to meet their gaze.
Those green sparkling eyes.
"Edward..." I breathe.
So? What do you think? I had sudden inspiration. The January chapter was taken from New Moon, so SM owns that. Please review, I might do another chapter from Edward's POV, but I don't know yet. Please review with your thoughts.