BPOV

i woke up without edward, to groans coming from charlie's room. edward and the cullens were out hunting for the weekend. i hopped out of bed and went to charlie's room, where he was on his bed, clutching his chest. i knew it was pointless to call 911 as this was bound to happen sometime, and i could tell nothing could save him but vampire venom, but the only vampires i knew were away in some part of canada. i sat next to him and grabbed his hand.

"it's almost over. i promise." i whispered as he suddenly went limp, and i knew he was dead. i just sat there with him. then the phone rang.

"hello?" i asked vacantly.

"bella, can i talk to charlie?" asked billy. for some reason, this kickstarted my emotional reaction.

"he's not here." i said.

"is he at the station?" he asked.

"no." i said.

"then where is he?" he asked me.

"he's dead, billy." he was silent.

"how do you know? did your vampires do this?" he demanded.

"i was there. i saw it. and the cullens couldn't have done it. they're out hunting the entire weekend." i said.

"how?" he asked with tears in his voice.

"he had a heart attack." i said.

"why didn't you call 911?!" he demanded.

"it was pointless. i could see it." i told him.

"you should have done something! it's your fault! you killed him!" he yelled and hung up. he was right. i should have called someone, done something. and now he was dead and it was my fault for just sitting there. tears streamed down my face as i called the hospital.

"hello?" answered a nurse.

"my father, charlie swan, had a heart attack. he just died." i informed her. she was silent.

"we'll send someone to pick up the body." he said and i hung up. a few minutes later people with a stretcher and a sheet came in and took charlie from me. after they left, i slid down against the door and sobbed into my hands. all of a sudden the hole in my chest was back and it was blaring open. i wrapped my arms around my chest again, tightly, to try and close it. then i brought my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around my shin. i wanted edward. but he was hunting. i wanted charlie. but he was dead. the phone rang again. i gingerly answered it.

"hello?" i answered like a dead person. i winced at that analogy.

"bella?" came carlisle's soft voice. i swallowed the tears.

"yeah?"i asked.

"alicde said she had a vision of someone leaving your house dead." he said. and that started the tears again.

"its my fault." i said.

"what are you talking about?" he asked.

"charlie died and its my fault!" i wailed.

"how is it your fault?" he asked me.

"i woke up and he was having a heart attack and i didnt do anything but sit there with him!"

"why?" he asked, unjudging.

"becaise i just had a feeling he was gonna die no matter what. i didnt want to prolong his suffering." i whimpered.

"exactly. it isnt your fault. we're on our way home now." he promised. i couldnt object, i needed them. we hung up and i went to charlies room and put on one of his sweatshirts and laid down on his bed. i didnt even notice i was crying. then the front door opened.

"bella?"