As Quiet as It Gets

Moving on, is it even really possible? When you were so attached to the one you loved can you actually bring yourself to let go of them? Can you try to put the love that once made up your entire existence behind you and start something new?

The rain pattered down on the windshield of Bella's rusty, red pickup truck. She drove the familiar rode to the Cullen's house. It had been deserted for what seemed like forever. Now Bella had graduated, she was officially 18 years old, almost 19. She had never forgotten about the Cullen family. For her it was physically and mentally impossible. She had tried in vain to move on for she could see how her behavior was hurting Charlie. Now, she drove to the familiar house to say goodbye. She was going on a trip to England as a graduation present from Charlie. He thought that she needed to get away, see the world, and find something to believe in again.

As she pulled up in front of the house that had once been so full of excitement and life, she found that it was cold, barren and so different than what she remembered. The house, although spacious and grand, didn't hold the same beauty as it once had. She stopped the truck on the driveway, opened the door and stepped outside. Walking up the steps she stopped at the front door and knocked. She didn't know why she had done this, she knew no one was in the house. However, she almost expected Alice to come bounding out the door and force her to go shopping or Esme to come give her a motherly hug. Even Rosalie being the ice queen to shoot her withering looks and Emmett to try and make her trip or even Edward to play her the lullaby she loved so much would have been the pinnacle of her year.

She waited, but of course no one came. Taking hold of the handle, she turned it and pushed the door open. She stepped into the deserted house and shut the door behind her. All the furniture was covered with white sheets. Dust coated the floor and all of the paintings were gone. Bella walked up the staircase, her hand running along the railing. She got all the way to the third floor, stopping outside of Edward's door. She took a deep breath before going inside. The room had been trashed. Records lay smashed on the floor and the couch that had seemed so sleek before was now torn to shreds. The stereo was ripped out of the wall, and thrown on the floor. The walls were dented with what seemed like fist marks, as if someone had been punching the wall repeatedly. Bella traced the outline of one mark with her hand, staring at it. Why was this room such a mess? It was as if someone had gone on a rampage and taken out every ounce of hatred and unhappiness on the room. She sat down on the shredded couch and put her head in her hands. Memories were flooding her head, playing before her eyes like a movie- an epic romance that had torn her heart to pieces. It was too much. She remembered going to prom, sitting beside Edward in biology, him saving her from Tyler's van and going to the meadow. There was just too much playing through her head. She couldn't handle the emotions that were filling her at this moment.

She let out a sob and tried to keep herself from crying. Getting up she went over to the shelves and picked up the only record that had been left unbroken, Debussy. She gasped as she read the title, tears prickling her cheeks. With another sob she flung the record against the wall, the shards raining down on the hardwood floor. Now the room was totally destroyed, just like their relationship. Nothing was left except the broken shards that would prove very hard if not impossible to put back together.

Trying to compose herself she shut the door to the room and walked back through the rest of the pristine house. She got back in her truck and drove away from the Cullen house. She needed to fully start over, get away from all her memories. This trip to England would be the chance she had needed for so long now.