AN: I do not own Twilight or any of the many lovely books and characters written by Stephenie meyer.
I will try to continue updating as much as possible. It's my first fanfic so please give it a chance and review if you'd like. Thanks! :D
-Oh yeah! I also had to change up the part where Edward leaves… just warning. Haha.
-I am all for Team Edward but I might change things up a bit. Experimenting I guess.
Flashback
"Bella, I'm leaving," he spoke firmly, his eyes blank with no emotion.
"I-I don't understand…" I whispered, hurt by his cold stare.
"I'm leaving Forks and you're staying," He sounded frustrated with me.
"No!" My voice shot up a notch and I found myself begging. "I'll come with you. Take me with you, please."
"We don't want you to come. We can't keep protecting you all of the time. It's too much," he said in a rush. "You're too much… and I don't want you to come. I don't want you anymore. So, please, stay here, and don't come looking for me. You won't find me. Stay here and be safe."
A sharp pain shot throughout me and my throat felt thick, "If you don't want me… then go. I won't stop you…"
Some emotion flickered through his eyes, but he quickly replaced it with the blankness again before I had the chance to know what it was. He hesitated before placing a small kiss on my forehead.
"Goodbye, Bella."
And with that he took off. My eyes stared after the direction he'd left and I crumpled to the ground, unable to even make it home. I was broken…
End of Flashback
One Month Later
I awoke to the depressing rain pattering against my window. The weather seemed to match my now permanent mood. I wiped away at the tears and sat for one more silent moment before taking a shower. The hot water burned my cold skin, but it wasn't like I was actually feeling it. The steam suffocated me and I quickly got out, as soon as it was possible. I wrapped myself in a towel and headed back to my room to pick out my outfit for the day. I ended up wearing the first clothes in sight; a black band t-shirt and dark jeans.
Charlie was already gone by the time I reached the kitchen. A note was stuck to the cabinet: Be home late- fishing with Billy. We haven't been talking that much lately. He always tries to talk to me, but I guess I'm not up for much socializing anymore. He's recently given up on the idea.
I skipped breakfast and drove to school in my old truck. School seems to drag on sometimes, but I hardly remember anything that goes on. Every day is the same. I'm still making good grades, but only because my classes are re-teaching everything I've ever learned. I don't talk to my 'friends' anymore either. They all grew tired of my constant behavior and I guess they didn't feel like trying anymore. Just like Charlie. I didn't mind though. I'd rather be by myself.
I sat alone at lunch at the lone table where they used to sit. I always buy a lunch, I just never find myself eating it. I'm rarely hungry. Sometimes eating makes me sick.
The final bell rang and I slowly made my way to my truck. I had one of those nervous feelings that someone was watching me. I'd been having them for awhile now, but it still made me check out my surroundings. Sometimes I thought that maybe it was him. Maybe he'd come back for me. It was never anyone though. It only added onto my pain.
Before I knew it, I was home. I took a deep breath and hopped out, turning off the engine. I immediately began my climb up the stairs when I suddenly froze, seeing something move in my room. Edward?
I ran up the rest of the way, only tripping once and glanced around in my room, "Edward?!"
Nothing.
No one.
I sighed seeing my open window. Someone had just been in my room. Maybe Edward… or maybe Victoria had finally come for me. Fear shocked through my body. What if it had been Victoria? Did it even matter anymore? No. I guess not. Edward was gone. My life was gone. If she wanted to come for me, then let her come for me. I fought back the tears and shut the window.
I opened my closet door and a whoosh of wind hit me. I knew that feeling. My head shot towards the corner of my room where a tall figure stood. He was backed up as close to the wall as he could get. His black hair swept across his forehead and his dark, black eyes glared at me. Maybe he would kill me.
"Are you just going to stand there all day or can we please get on with the show," I was surprised by the firmness in my voice.
He took a frightening step forward, "What are you talking about?"
"Obviously, you have a reason for being here. Most likely that reason is for my blood... So if you're going to kill me, can you please just do it and get it over with," I was becoming frustrated.
"I'm not going to kill you," he said, taking a step closer to the closed window.
I was confused now and my eyebrows pulled up together, "Why are you here then?"
He shrugged, still glaring at me fiercely, and opened the window. With one quick leap, he was gone. I slid to the floor and began crying. Too many memories rushed into my head and I couldn't help but wonder if maybe he knew them. I wrapped my arms around my knees and cried until I was too exhausted and fell asleep.
