Please read this, even though it's way long.

Okay, So here's the deal. I was writing the second chapter to Living is Easy With Your Eyes Closed, and it was hard to write it. And I started writing it a different way, with her dad dying and I personally think I can do better with this.

But you tell me.
If you're new to this story, this is the background to it:
I found my dad dead like this, and I wanted to see how Bella acts to this.
So, Review and tell me how you liked it, or how you hated it. ;D
You'll have a rewrite of the first chapter, and a second chapter soon. :D
Sadly, I don't own Stephenie Meyer's amazing work. :(

Twelve Years Ago.

I was sitting at my little desk in my room, coloring. This is something I always did. I usually gave them to my daddy. But I gave them to my mommy sometimes too. Yesterday, I drew a big heart with 'Daddy' , in the middle of it. Today I was drawing a picture of my family.

I finished up drawing the picture of my mommy, my daddy and me. I skipped out to the front room to where my daddy was.

We were watching TV together last night and I guess he fell asleep there. He was still sleeping when I went in there. I always wake him up in the morning when I wake up, today was no different.

"Daddy, Daddy!! Wake up!" I sang in my little voice. I always woke him up to show him my drawings. He didn't move, though. I started to shake him, thinking he was only asleep."DADDY! WAKE UP!!" I kept on screaming for him and shaking him, but he didn't move at all. A few minutes later , mommy came out of the room. When I saw her, I told her to wake him up. Her eyes filled up with tears."What's wrong, mommy?"

She was quiet for a minute. "Mommy, why are you crying?" I asked again. Maybe she didn't here me.

She wrapped her arms around me."Baby, Daddy...he's gone."

I didn't believe her. She had to be lying. "No, he can't be. Check!" I started crying.

"I already did, he died last night in his sleep." She started crying even harder.

But I still didn't believe her. I remembered a game we did in Kindergarten where we put a cup to someones heart and you could hear it. Maybe Mommy didn't listen with a cup. That had to be it. I ran to the kitchen and got one. Pressing the open end to his chest and the bottom to my hear, I didn't hear anything. I left my ear there for a minute and realized that he was really gone. I started to cry, tons of tears flowing freely from my eyes. My mommy came over to me and wrapped her arms around me but I shoved away and ran to my room. I didn't want to me with anyone right now.

I ran to my room, grabbed the mini Candy Land game he gave me for my birthday, a couple pictures of him, pieces of paper and crayons. I sat down in front of my door and started to color. I drew lines all over the paper, all different colors. Red, orange, pink, yellow, purple. And then his favorite color, blue.

I didn't know what I was going to do. I loved my daddy. How could he just leave me like this. The harder I cried, the harder I colored.

A few hours later people came here to get him. I was still in my room but somebody knocked on my door. I didn't answer, though.

They knocked again.

"Bella? Can you open up, please?", somebody called out.

I managed to sob out, "No."

They lightly pushed open the door, scooting me out of the way. The guy was wearing a fire suit thing. I was scrunched up in a ball. He squatted next to me. "Hey there." I didn't answer him, instead I just sat still and cried. He saw the Candy Land game and picked it up, "Did he give this to you?"

I nodded, "H- He gave it to me for my b- birthday." I tried to tell him through my cries.

"It's okay to cry, Bella. But your daddy wouldn't want you to be sad all the time." I didn't say anything. "He loved you, you know."

I nodded again.

An hour later I was watching them drive away. With my dad inside of the truck. I turned into my mommy's arms and cried.

NOW

I woke up crying, and breathing hard.

It was only a dream, only a dream. I kept telling myself that. I took big, deep breaths to get my heart to settle back down.

After a few minutes, my breathing had slowed down to a even, steady pace and my heart was back on track. I was still early in the morning so I decided to try to get more sleep. I adjusted the covers and turned over to my side.

When I rolled over I felt a body next to mine.

Edward. My best friend.

He has always been there for me and been way too nice to me. His sister, Alice, is the same way. We've been friends ever since they moved here. We grew up together and Edward has kept me together. He's like my other half, but not like in a lovey dovey way. Of course, I love him. But as a brother, only.

He seen the tears on my face and wrapped his arms around me. I pressed my face into his chest, tears soaking his shirt.

I can't believe it's been twelve years since she's died. Seventeen and having nightmares still. Ha.

Wrapping my arms around him, I whispered, "Thank you, Edward. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Tell me what you think about it. Review, my friends. :D
I have the Chapter Two about finished.
And Chapter Three is about one-thirds finished.

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