My First What If? A Collection of REALLY Short Stories!

Okay here's the first chapter! It's short, unlike my other story! Lolz! Can't afford another long BOOK now can we? Okay, read on!

What If? A Collection of REALLY Short Stories: The Returning

Summery: What if Bella never jumped on her own? She tried, but never succeeded. Who came to her rescue? And what if Edward saw that Bella was okay? So, he never went to Italy… Then what?

It been months since he left me. Told me I wasn't good enough for him, that he didn't want me. It crushed me deep down inside, and just by looking at me, you could tell I was broken, lifeless.

His words rang in my memory, every waking moment in this horror I call life. No, existence, life is something I like. I know how much this has killed Charlie, how much it pained him to see me like this.

I never told him the truth. And I feel so bad about it. When the police officer came ad found me, I ended up telling Charlie, that I left Edward, that I didn't want to go with him, that I was content where I was, without him.

It killed me inside, to tell such a horrible lie, because it was completely and revoltingly untrue. I need him like there's no tomorrow, love him to no world's end, want to go wherever he is, to be around him. But he's gone, and I have to deal with this on my own.

It's been months since he left. It's now May, and I have been chosen as Valedictorian. No shocker there, once he left, all I could do was come home, cook dinner, and work really hard on my grades and work.

I passed all my midterms and finals with flying colors, and was to graduate soon.

It was one Friday morning, and I was strolling around the neighborhood, with no care, just walking, trying to free my mind, and my thoughts. I didn't feel like going to school, so I didn't. It's not like, I'm failing, its healthy to cut class ever once in a while.

I walked, and walked, and finally, came to a stop. I looked up to see where my feet had bought me, and gasped. I was at.. I had reached… I was in front of… I couldn't even manage to say that I had somehow walked, (without knowing) to their house. No… I couldn't be.

I forgot the way, well, I tried to, but deep down I knew I never could…

I freaked out, and ran behind the closest tree, afraid to find something I couldn't handle right now. I realized that this was completely stupid, because they weren't here, and nothing bad could happen, right?

I moved from behind that big tree trunk, which was about two or three times wider and bigger than me. I walked to the beautiful house I've always known and loved, and stopped at the door. I took the knob in my hands, and turned it, without thinking. It didn't and I realized, how stupid that would have been if it opened on its own, without a key. But then I tried again, and it opened surprisingly. I gasped, and I walked inside, only to find everything the way it was.

The only thing that was different was that the house was very dusty, very unlike how Esme would keep it.

I walked around. First the living room, then the kitchen, the study, and back out the hallway. I froze when I saw it. It took me everything I had not to break down right then and cry, so I walked over to it, and sat down. I thought of everything. How I inspired my lullaby, how he played for me, how Esme's face flooded with love and happiness at her sight and sound of her son playing, how he would never mind to sit down and play, anything, a couple of notes and chords, just to make me happy. A couple tears escaped my eyes, and sailed down my face. I haughtly wiped at them with my sleeve, not willing to cry. I got up, looking away from the piano in disgust, and sadness.

I walked up the stairs, not knowing where I was going, just letting my feet take me where they wanted to go. I walked. Past Alice's room, Rose's room, the study, and Carlisle's office. The last room was where I knew I wanted to be. I ended up right in front of his room.

I opened the door, and stepped in, everything the same way he left it. I closed the door behind me, and fell down in a pile of sobs. I cried and cried, like I could cry no more, and somehow ended up crawling to the corner of the room, bawling in a ball. Half way into the crying, I got up and went over to the stereo, where I put on some music, and cried some more.

"WHY?!" I screamed at no one. "WHY?! Why'd you leave me?! You broke me! Tore me apart! Took my heart and then ripped it to pieces, into ashes, and burned it! You might as well have killed me!" I screamed out, probably looking like a psychopath.

"You left me! " I yelled out in tears. "And I still love you…" I said the last part in a complete whisper…

I cried and cried, until I cried myself to sleep…..

I awoke the next day, hungry, and went down into the kitchen. I looked through the fridge. Empty. Only a couple water bottles were left in the fridge. The cabinets were pretty much empty too, with the exception of a couple cracker boxes and cookies. I remembered that these were bought from when they were still here.

I took the bottle of water, and the box of crackers, and headed out the kitchen. Something shiny caught my eye, though. I placed the stuff on the kitchen island, and walked over to my fate.

Hmmm... I wonder. What's her fate? Any guesses?

-lovelybella