As I put on the little make-up that Edward loved to see me in, my phone buzzed in my jeans pocket. I put down the brush that I was applying my blush with down and pulled it out of my pocket.
Boo's House It read. Weird, wasn't he suppose to be picking me up in like an hour? That was what he had told me two days ago. I flipped it open and said hello.
"Bella? It's Esme." She said through sob's. Oh, god. What happened? I got a dead feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Hi Esme. What's the matter?" I asked, not wanting the answer.
"It's Edward, he's- he's- he's" She couldn't finish her sentence.
"He's what? Missing?" I asked, clutching my phone.
"Dead." She whispered. I dropped my phone and it tumbled onto my bed.
Dead. Her voice echoed in my head.
He couldn't be dead! He couldn't! He was so healthy! Unless, well, he actually committed suici- I couldn't think of the word. But he was getting so much better! He promised he wouldn't leave me! He promised. I shook my head violently fighting back the tears that were brimming to fall. I scooped up my phone to hear a violently sobbing Esme.
"We just found him dead on his floor Bella! Just lying there, bleeding!" She screamed and cried.
"Shh, calm down Esme. I'll be over your house in like 5 minutes." I said hanging up and running as fast as I could to my truck. I started it fastly and sped to Edwards house. I ran inside of the house and ran into his room. Emse was crying on his bed. I sat down next to her and hugged her. She had just lost her second son. She had just lost Emmett in Afghanistan, now Edward.
"He was getting so much better. He told me he wasn't going to cut any more! He promised me." I said, sobbing myself.
"He promised." I whimpered. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. When I looked down I saw 'Property Of Edward FREAKING CULLEN' scrawled across the back of my palm, in Edwards script.
Day of the Funeral
Edward, I thought. Was your life really that dark? Couldn't you see the light, just reaching for you through the stormy clouds? I know you loved to gather crowds. But this I sthe type of one that even you would hate to see everybody from Forks gathered. I felt a tear trickle it's way down my cheek. Why? That's the one question that I cannot keep out of my head. Was there anything that I could have done to prevent this? Was I a bad girlfriend? You told me you were getting better. I had no clue you were lying. I had no clue you were masking such a troubled soul deep down inside yourself. Only one person knew. And he couldn't tell us. God. Only god knew. But why would you leave in the beginning of your life? In the beginning of your song? I looked up towards the casket. I whimpered at the sight. Your stuck 17 to me. I can only picture you running from home plate to fourth during baseball to get your team to win. No matter what you were possibly doing, you put passion into it. You were meant for the spotlight, you always shined like the sun. Why Edward! Why! You should have told me! I could have saved you.
I looked up at the swaying almost bare trees swaying in the wind.The suns rays were hitting my cheek, warming it. All these thoughts were confusing me. But I have to let Edward know how I feel. Why? I just don't get it. I'm not judge. I have no right to explain. But who? Who told you this life wasn't worth it? Because, up until you left, it seemed pretty decent.
"I love you Edward." I whispered. They lowered the casket down, six feel under ground. Where it was cold and hard. No place for Edward. He deserved to be in the sun. Warm and soft. Just like him.
A/N ; You like? Lol. I got the idea from The Song WHY by RASCAL FLATTS. It's a very powerful song and I love it (: Please review. Iloveallyouguys X3