Title: He Was Gone

Disclaimer - I (unfortunately) don't own anything to do with twilight it belongs to the brilliant Stephenie Meyer. I unfortunately don't own the song that I have used in here as well L

Story - Set after Edward left Bella in New Moon. Inspired by the song My Skin by Natalie Merchant. Some of Bella's feelings during the dark times she went through after he left.

Author's Note - I listened to this song constantly after a break up this year and it inspired me to write this, I've put some of my own feelings in this as well. This is my second ever fan fic and my first Twilight one so let me know what you think, flames are welcome as I really want to write more and need guidance! I've also been reading a load of awesome twifics lately and they also led me to writing this.

He was gone.

He didn't want me, after everything he just walked away from me leaving me along in the forest.

I was lying on my bed, staring in to space. How could he not want me? After James I thought we could get through anything. I couldn't think properly, the same thing repeating in my head, he doesn't want me, he left me.

The lyrics of one my favourite song emanated from my stereo and in to my head and in this moment in time they couldn't have been more appropriate - "I'm the slow dying fire, the frost killing hour the sweet turning sour and untouchable"

I was, everything in that sentence, the fire within me was fading, everything was getting colder. My heart weighing me down like a ton of bricks. Nothing could touch me as I could no longer feel the world around me. I felt like I was being swallowed in to a black hole.

He was gone.

I started singing along with the words wishing that they would come true - "I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight, angel sweet love of my life". I wanted my lullaby drifting off his lips, my angle, the love of my life holding and watching over me as I slept.

I didn't know how I was meant to attempt living me life, he had filled every part of it. He was my everything. I don't even remember how I used to fall asleep before him, I used to fall asleep listening to his voice. He was the last thing I heard at night and the first thing I heard in the morning.

The next part of the song drifted in to my ears "Well is it dark enough, can you see me? do you want me? Can you reach me?" Can he still see me, the girl he left behind? I hope he does, I want him to want me so badly, to come home, to make me feel like I'm not drowning in my own mind. I try to think over everything that we did together, afraid if I didn't the memory of him would disappear. I couldn't let that happen.

I feel my eyes getting heavier, a side effect of not sleeping for the last few days. The last though in my head was:

He was gone.