A Great Fall

Summary: All the King's horses and all the King's men couldn't put him back together again. A/U, A/H, EPOV.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, alright? Stop reminding me.

A/N: dedicated to hammondgirl because she was a huge help and because I love her. And thanks to the beta, Little Miss Masen.

[ Edward ]

I didn't even flinch as the legs of the chair made contact with the wall. The loud clack of the wood busting apart and splintering didn't even phase me. The shards of wood situated themselves around the floor as I beat the chair against the wall again, the back exploding in front of me.

A low growl escaped from deep within my chest. I was heaving in and out as the adrenaline pumped itself through my body.

'It's like I don't even know you anymore.'

My heart was beating up in my head as I looked around the room. I swiftly grabbed the toaster and flung it across the kitchen, sparks igniting as the cord ripped out of the socket. It hit the ground and the metal scratched the tile, reminding me of fingernails on a chalkboard. I didn't even flinch.

'What happened to you, Edward?'

Even after all that, I still wasn't done. My fingers were tingling to grab something else. My eyes searched the room wildly, but finding nothing, fled that room in search of another.

"Ah," I sighed appreciatively as I came into the room with the most potential—the living room. Before I could even control myself I had picked up a vase of flowers and launched it at my CD player. Tiny pieces of crystal blasted off, flying through the air like raindrops. Esme would kill me for that one—it was a family heirloom.

'Sometimes it's like you aren't even here…you're a million miles away…'

Another round of hot, angry tears threatened to spill over. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my right hand, warning them to keep away. Tears were for people with emotions.

My hands began picking up anything within a 5 foot radius. Remote controls, coasters, CDs, DVDs—they all went flying across the room. But it didn't seem like enough damage to make me feel better.

'I think you need to leave now, Edward. You're scaring me.'

A wave of rejection poured over my body. That's when my eyes narrowed in on it—the picture of Bella's surprise 21st birthday party. She had hated the whole idea, and even figured it out before it happened, but went along like a good sport anyway. The picture was of Bella, Alice, Rosalie, and me, all hugging and laughing at Emmett who was singing 80s karaoke in the background. It was that night that I realized I was truly in love with her.

I picked up the picture, grunted at it, and hurled it at the television. The wood from the frame splintered out as the heaviness of the large photo broke the glass from the screen. A large shard hit my hand as it went to cover my face.

"Fuck!" I cursed as I pulled it out of the skin between my thumb and forefinger. It started bleeding so I brought it to my mouth, sucking gently with just the right amount of pressure to stop the bleeding. At least I knew I was still a human being—I could be bleed and be broken.

'I just need some time to figure this out…figure us out.'

I closed my eyes as a wave of nausea fell over me. How could things have gone so wrong so fast? What had happened? It's as if one minute she loved me, and the next minute she wanted to leave me? Well, it just wasn't happening. Bella and I were meant to be—predestined and all of that. Our lives had crossed so many times before and I finally had realized that she was the most incredible woman ever.

I picked up the table lamp and hurled it at the glass patio door. It, too, hit the glass with a loud shatter and ceramic chunks splashed across the room. I walked over to the bookcase, running my hand down the shelf, throwing each book off and across the room. I stepped on them, over them, kicked them. None of this was worth it—I didn't want any of it if I couldn't have Bella.

I ripped pictures off the walls, threw the large clock down onto the glass coffee table, shattering that as well. I picked up a huge sliver of glass and sliced through the couch cushions, the stuffing exploding out of its leather casing.

I dropped the glass as it cut into my hand once again. I ripped off my shirt and wrapped my hand in it to try to stop the bleeding. Now I would definitely have to pay Carlisle a visit and hope to God he wouldn't ask too many questions.

'It's not that I don't love you, Edward…I'm just not sure if I'm in love with the same Edward…'

I took the bookcase and threw it down onto the floor. It hit with a loud thud. I stood on top of it and jumped a few times, successfully splitting the wood and breaking it apart from the shelves.

My piano still sat in the corner, untouched, mocking me. I stormed over to it, lifting the lid. My fingers began stroking the ivory white keys. But my anger began to rise as I realized it was playing Bella's melody. Flashbacks to our first kiss, which happened on that same piano bench, came flooding back to me. She had been nervous as I played for her, but relaxed as time went on. When I looked over, her smile was so magnificent I had to kiss her.

But this piano didn't deserve to be played any longer. If Bella didn't want me, then I didn't want any memories to haunt me. I threw open the glass door to the patio and headed out to the shed. I flung the door open, searching for the right tool. My eyes spotted the silver shine of the axe. I picked it up—it was heavy, but I had upper body strength.

As I headed back towards the house, I noticed it had begun to rain. Thunder and lightning filled the sky, adding to the treacherous night that had occurred. Cold droplets fell to my chest, but I didn't bother wiping them away. My pants began to stick to me as they were covered in Mother Nature's own tears. But I would not cry.

I stomped back into the house, letting the mud from my shoes track all over the floor. I eyed the piano dangerously.

"Say your prayers, bitch," I muttered to it as I took my first swing at the top. Wood erupted into the air, and I pulled back and swung again. Off-key musical notes rang out. I didn't stop until the piano looked like it was part of an underwater shipwreck recovery.

I dropped the axe and looked around, surveying my damage. The house looked like a tornado had come through, tearing up whatever was in its wake. Those hostile tears began to form in my eyes. With one last deep breath, I sank down on the stairs, letting my anger and grief overcome me as the sobs rocked through my body.

'Please, just go.'

A/N: point of clarification: the italic phrases are from Bella…in case you were confused.

This is something I've been seeing in my head over the last couple of days—and when it won't go away I have to write it down.

Yes? No? Potential story? Only reviews will help end the questioning and the dilemma….