"What do you think you're going to do!" I shouted at him. "The war is pointless!"
"I can't just sit here and do nothing." He said solemnly.
"You have me." I pleaded. "All that's left here is each other and if you leave I'll have nothing left."
"You still have dad."
I cried. I couldn't help it. "Please Emmett don't leave me here."
"Bella one day you'll understand."
With that he left me.
…
Thinking back on the day Emmett left always brought a weight down on my chest. It still hurt and what's worse is not knowing.
Not knowing if he died.
Not knowing if the reason he left Forks' is because he needed to leave me and the responsibilities that came with me.
Not knowing if there was something I could have done to make him stay.
I sighed. It didn't matter now.
Emmett was gone.
Dad was dead.
And I was wasting away in this hell hole of a town.
I cringed when I turned over and James was asleep, snoring loudly next to me. He always snored when he drank.
He also got violent when he drank.
I tiptoed from the bed naked, careful not to wake him up. If I woke him up then he'll do worse than what he did hours ago.
I walked into the bathroom, looking at my reflection through what was left of the mirror.
I poked and prodded at my swollen eye. The bruising was just starting to form. Blood lined the side of my mouth where he kicked me.
I didn't cry.
It's been years since I last cried from his abuse.
What was the point?
"Bella!" He summoned.
I had to go to him. He was my protector.
It was a small price to pay to live. I should be grateful for James. If it wasn't for him, I'd be dead.
"Morning." I tried to smile, but my face was too sore.
"I'm leaving," He grunted, "I'll be back later tonight."
I didn't ask where he was going and he didn't say.
I stood there while he dressed, in case he needed help with something.
It was only until he left that I could breathe a sigh of relief.
...
Forks was worse than when I left.
Of course it was. Everywhere was worse.
As I walked past Forks High I thought back to before I left.
"I need you to do me a favor." I asked Rosalie.
"Anything." She cried.
It was our last moments together before I left. She and Bella were the only things making me second guess my decision to leave. It was painful, but I had to do it.
It was because of them that I was leaving. I was fighting for them.
"I need you to keep an eye on Bella for me." I told her, "She's not as strong as you and I know she'll need help."
She nodded and I kissed her goodbye.
"I'll see you soon."
That was five years ago.
I took a deep breath. Thinking about the past never did anyone any good.
Walking past the town from my childhood was surreal. My memories were ruined, just like the buildings. The café where Rose and I would get a burger before the football games was nothing but broken glass and bricks.
Some homes were in shambles, some gone altogether.
It was eerie how quiet it was.
The streets would be bustling with cars and townsfolk saying hello. Now all that's left is the heartbreak from The End.
Five years and not a day goes by where I wished I was dead.
There's nothing left in this world to live for.
...
I stood on the porch, watching the sun set.
It was beautiful.
The pinks and oranges from the fading light cast off in the sky. This was my favorite part of my day, twilight.
I smiled to myself.
I might be living in hell, but at least I'm living.