I stood in the empty door way staring at the wood floor I grew up with. I stared at the empty yellow walls. I stared at the open closet. I felt a hand fall on my shoulder and I jumped. I turned to see my mom. "Honey we are leaving come on."
I stared at her and then followed slowly.
"Dad what are you doing?" I asked as I came in from school. I set my bag down on the floor. I went into the living room. "Dad?" I walked further in to the room to see my dad standing there with a gun to his head.
My eyes widened. "Dad what are you doing?"
His eyes met mine and he whispered. "Bells I love you." I could feel the tears stream down my cheeks. I could see him pulling the trigger closer to the point when the bullet would be released. I stepped forward thinking about taking the gun. As I began to get closer a loud bang rang. I froze.
I could see him laying before me. I knelt to him crying. "Why dad? Why?!" I screamed at the person who was not alive anymore. Not alive to dance with me.
I closed my eyes and got in the car. I watched my mom pull out. Why were we leaving our home? Why? I could feel my tears coming as we passed the cemetery. Why us? Why him?
I could see the spot where he was. I could see the spot where I cried.
"You know Bells," Jacob wrapped an arm around my shoulders as I stood by the casket. "Everything happens for a reason…"
I looked up at him. "What is the reason for this? Tell me that."
Jacob's eyes glanced away from me to his dad. "You know when my mom died… my dad did too. But your mom wants whats best for you. Maybe you needed this to be happy. He needed it so my dad and me could get close."
I stared out the window. Sometimes there wasn't a reason. "Bella," my mom whispered. "Are you ready to move to Alaska?"
I shook my head. I wasn't ready for anything… Especially that.