Disclaimer: Twilight is a story by Stephenie Meyer and none of the characters or ideas that this story is based upon belongs to me.
Doubt
"Edward?"
Like the previous nights, I cuddled against Edward's strong, cool arms. His cold and pleasant breath felt like whipped cream on my cheek as he gently whispered,
"I'm here."
"Will you always be?"
Edward rocked me back and forth and didn't answer for a moment. I thought that I had made him angry. Maybe he thought that I didn't trust him anymore... I snapped out of my thoughts as Edward gave a light chuckle. He asked playfully,
"What makes you say that?"
"Well... when I grow old and wrinkled, you won't love me anymore. You will leave me to die and mourn by myself. Promise me you'll never leave, Edward. Stay with me forever."
"I promise I'll never leave you... until you ask me to."
"I'll never ask you to. But maybe you will, after you realize I'm not attractive anymore... I'll start smelling like moth balls and..."
Edward chuckled at the last statement.
"Shhh... sleep now, Bella. My mind and soul will always be with you."
I murmured,
"Well, maybe your body can be with me too if you change me."
I felt Edward stiffen at the mention of changing me. His voice turned hard, even angry almost.
"Bella, you know I won't do that to you. I can't do that to you."
I didn't feel like arguing anymore because I was too sleepy and weak to do so. Edward sensed this and immediately took advantage of it. Like a wind chime gently swaying against a spring breeze, he hummed a lullaby so sweet... so gentle... Stupid, musically talented person. He was deceitfully luring me to sleep... I managed to murmur before falling into a deep slumber,
"You will change me one day, Edward. Alice said so... you can't fight against fate..."
Edward did not reply. Instead, he continued to sing a beautiful melody, cradling me until I finally surrendered to the inevitable slumber.
"Bella, wake up now, Honey."
It wasn't Edward's voice. I thought it odd to be not woken up by a flutter of his cool, lovely kisses. I fluttered my eyelids open and beheld Charlie's face. He left the bed when he saw I was awake and said,
"It's time to wake up now. I'll be gone fishing so don't worry about me. Remember, if you get into some mishap..."
He paused, knowing for certain that I would get into at least one. He looked a little worried, but knowing that I survived those misfortunes he continued,
"If you get into some mishap, call me, alright? Or call Alice."
"O.K, dad. Have fun."
After I heard the engine of his cruiser fade into the distance, I got up from the bed and softly called out,
"Edward?"
No reply.
"Edward!"
Silence.
"EDWARD!"
I screamed his name, thinking about the worst outcome. He left me. He left me! I scrambled out of bed. In doing so, I tripped and scraped my hands. However, the pain seemed trivial compared to the absence of Edward. The small, optimistic voice whispered, he just went to change his clothes that's all. Then a pessimistic voice roared out over the hopeful murmur, HE LEFT YOU FOREVER. I frantically went into the kitchen to see if he was there. I was running so fast down the stairs that I tripped and landed on the kitchen table, bumping my hips. The kitchen knife that Charlie had used earlier rattled and fell. In the many years of having objects fall, I always had the instinct to catch them. Bad luck this time. My hands were outstretched to catch it, and the sharp blade cut my hand, slitting the flesh open. Warm, red blood dripped out nonstop. The salty, rusty smell overtook my senses and I became nauseous. I closed my eyes and let the blackness envelope me entirely.