What if Bella had committed suicide due to Edward's absence from her life?

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the characters, for they belong to Stephenie Meyer. *I just happen to be a better writer :P*

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I looked at the picture of him, the edges curled from age.

Bella, you can't be thinking about this.

I tucked the picture in my pocket and then picked up the jewel case under my bed. My lullaby; the one he had composed for me. I used to swoon and sigh whenever I listened to it - but now I just wanted to die. No reminder of him could ever bring back the happiness I once felt while in his arms. He was dead to me now.

And soon, I would be, too.

Bella, please.

I threw the CD into the waste basket and smiled as the exterior of the case broke.

Bella, the voice pleaded with me. Like I had once done when he had left me in the woods, cold and alone.

Poor defenseless, human Bella. Mourning for someone that would never love me back.

I took out my blue prom dress and chucked it across the room, followed by a gut-wrenching scream.

Then, I grabbed his old leather jacket, smelled it for good measure and then ripped it in half.

"Bella?" Charlie's voice shouted up from downstairs, followed by the heavy clunking of his combat boots on the steps.

I groaned and stomped over to the bedroom door, turning the lock. No one would be interfering with my plans. Not even my own father.

I reached into my closet and pulled out my red velvet slip. It had been a birthday present from my mom, Renee, and I hadn't even glanced at it until now.

Bella, please don't do this.

"Just leave me alone," I muttered, pulling off my large tee and slipping into the blood-colored nightdress.

I reached under my bed and pulled out a dozen photographs of him that I had managed to salvage before his raid of my room.

I ripped them into tiny bits and sprinkled them across my bedspread, making sure the whole span of it was covered.

A bang sounded on my door, and then Charlie's booming voice bellowed, "Bella! Open this door!"

I smiled and reached inside my side table, taking out a vial of red liquid.

The doorknob jiggled and I heard Charlie banging on the door again.

"Bella, open up!"

I smiled and lied down on the bed, letting my hair loose from its ponytail.

Bella, you don't want to do this.

"Bella! Open this door right now, or I'm getting the axe!"

My heart sped up and I took a deep breath.

It was time.

I grabbed the vial of red liquid and popped off the cap, pressing my thumb to the opening so that nothing could accidentally spill out.

Bella, please, the voice was sobbing now.

I delved deep into my mind and allowed myself to open up to the voice.

Hello, Edward, I thought, leaning my head back.

Bella, think about what you're doing.

I am. I'm finally thinking straight. I haven't thought so clearly in my life.

Bella, I'm sorry. I love you.

Then why did you leave me?

I was only trying to protect you.

Sorry. Wrong answer.

"Bella! Open up! LISTEN TO ME!"

I sighed and cleared my throat. "I'll be fine, Daddy."

"Bella," Charlie said, his voice choked with tears. "Whatever you're doing...don't do it." The last three words were whispered, and I could tell that he was pleading with me. How nice, for once Charlie Swan was showing that he actually gave a shit for his daughter.

I smiled through my tears and tipped my head back.

"I'll miss you."

I wasn't saying it to just him, but to Edward as well.

Bella.

"Bella!"

I tipped my head back and poured the poison down my throat.

Then, I relaxed as I floated away into the blackness.

I love you.