Authors note: Ok so I was just thinking I'd try this…if you've read my other work you'd know it's mostly just funny/humor/parody …this is my attempt at something a little darker…this should be interesting.

Summery: We all know when Edward leaves Bella she falls into a deep depression…what if it had gotten even worse? Would anyone be able to fix her or would she end up dead? In various perspectives.

(Bella's POV)

I was sitting on my bed motionlessly. This was the sixth night in a row I had woken up screaming. I didn't know what to do, but then again I didn't want to do anything. I couldn't watch TV, or listen to music, I couldn't go on the computer, talk to my friends, nothing would help!!!! Whatever I did just reminded me of- oh I can't even say it, can't even think the dreaded name. Just thinking of him pooled my brain back up with unhealthy images.

I knew I should have never went for him, never talked to him. The first day I saw him coming through the white, double doors of that cafeteria I should have known better…I should have known he was too good for me…should have known he'd leave.

It's just I couldn't help myself…. Those perfect topaz eyes, that flawless, white shinny skin- that's it!!! I should stop right there….stop thinking about him all together….with every thought of him I knew I was slowly killing myself…I just couldn't help it, I couldn't stop.

I needed to get my mind off things. I took out my knife and slowly started cutting thin lines through my arms. As I watched the blood fall I couldn't feel the pain…in fact I had stopped feeling the pain a long time ago. When he left I stopped feeling everything. Pain, happiness, I couldn't feel anything but the intense numbness…the familiar feelings of my state of shock.

When he left he thought I'd be ok, thought I could just start my life over. He should have known that wasn't true. He had to have known…I guess he just wanted me to suffer…and that I truly did.

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I some how got a couple of minutes of actual sleep in until my alarm clock rang. The noise made me roll out of bed and land head first onto the hard, cold wood floor.

"Are you ok?" I heard Charlie yell from in the other room cautiously…maybe he thought I was trying to kill myself.

"I'm fine…just rolled out of bed." I answered, as I slowly made my way back up and onto my feet. Well that statement was only half true…I hadn't hurt myself too badly from the fall, but there was no way that the state I was in anyone would consider me fine.

"Bella we're going to have guests in an hour just warning you." Charlie yelled from down stairs again as I heard the blender go off…oh god he was trying to cook for himself again, that could not be good.

Normally I would be down helping him but there was no way I wanted to be anywhere near that kitchen when our guests came. I just couldn't deal with people anymore…in fact I had started online schooling just so I wouldn't have to deal with the bothers of society…god knows the last time I had been out of this house. To stop thinking about it I decided to take a shower. I hadn't washed my hair in forever so it couldn't hurt.

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(Charlie's POV)

"Uhhh." I sighed when I heard the shower go off…thank god Bella wasn't trying to kill herself. Though I knew it would only be a matter of time…I could see the slits on her arms that she tried to hid, each day they got closer and closer to that vital organ…if she hit that vain I knew it would be all over.

I knew I shouldn't think like this, but how else could I think? I mean what would you think of your child if you found a knife in her room and blood on her pillows? Something had to be done before this got too far. I wasn't sure what I could do but when Jacob and Billy came walking in I got an idea….

"Hey Charlie, how's it going?" Jacob asked, with that smile that could light up this whole town. I swear that kid was like a walking ball of sunshine…Billy didn't know how lucky he was to have a boy like that.

"Uh…good." I answered…yeah like that sounded believable.

"Something you want to talk about?" He asked sitting down.

"Jacob, leave him alone…can't you see he doesn't want to be bothered by a pest like you." Billy said rolling in behind him.

"I was just trying to help." Jacob muttered as he walked into the other room…it was time to get my plan into action.

"Um Jacob if it's not too much to ask there was something I really could use your help with." I said as he stopped and turned around to face me.

"Sure, anything." He answered, polity…if you asked most teenagers a question like that they'd give you a, 'I can't be bothered face' but he actually seemed happy to help…or maybe he just wanted time away from Billy. I couldn't blame the kid….the old man could get sour at times…god knows what it's like to be with him twenty four seven.

"Well you know Bella's kind of…well not herself since he left." He didn't bother say his name…if Bella heard it shed go through another spiral. "I was wondering if maybe….you could try talking to her….she doesn't have many friends anymore and I was just-" I started to say…Jacob cut me off.

"Enough said…I'll talk to her." He answered, pausing at the stairs. "Is she still in the sho-" He started to ask.

"No, she came out a while ago…you can go right up." I answered. Maybe that kid could knock some happiness into her…it was worth a shot right?

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(Jacob's POV)

I slowly made my way up to Bella's room, stopping when I got to the door….What could I say to her? What should I say to her? 'hey, your dad thinks your going to kill yourself, he wanted me to talk to you' yeah, that sounded good, she'd surly let me in with a statement like that.

Since I didn't know what to say, and I could see Charlie peering at me from down stairs with a hopeful expression on his face I decided to just suck it up and wing it.

I opened the door to find her cutting herself. "Hello…." I said as I slowly walked in. She was so frightened she jumped a mile and almost landed on her head…I caught her before any of that could happen though.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked as she tried to hide the knife.

"It's too late for that." I said taking it out of her hands. "You've been busted."

"Get the hell out of my room, and give me that back!!!" She venom strickenly yelled as she tried to take the knife from my hands and push me out the door at the same time.

"Come on, stop that." I said as I placed her down on her bed. "Don't touch me!!" She yelled….god was she on drugs too? Well let's just say I wouldn't be surprised.

"Can't you just talk to me without trying to murder me?" I asked politely.

"No, I don't want to talk to you, now get your ass the hell out of my room!!!" She yelled…this was going to be a lot harder then I thought. I hoped I'd be able to get through to her…at least for Charlie's sake…..

Authors note: Ok so that was my attempt at trying something a little different, please tell me what you think. If you like it, if you hate it…