Disclaimer: I do not Twilight, or anything Twilight related.

This story was originally written by, The Free Angel, and it was called One Year Later. I adopted it from her, and I've taken the main idea and changed it up a lot.

So, On with the story...

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls but pass it does. Even for me.

It had been a year since they abanandoned me, left me here to rot yet the pain had yet to subside. I don't think it will ever go away, maybe one day..no I don't believe that shit. Life was good to me once- but not anymore. I believe that over time it just becomes a little more bearable, tolerable. Whoever said time heals all wounds was full of shit, they were full of shit.

In the beginning Charlie didn't know what to do, I didn't eat, didn't sleep, Ironcially enough I could almost pass for a vampire- from a distance. My hair wasn't as shiny as it had used to be, I'd lost a lot of weight and my face had sunken in slighty; purple shadows under my eyes, my skin almost white. Yep, almost.. I still didn't have the beauty they had, the gracefulness, confidence. How cruel is fate that it should remind me of what I've lost. Charlie likened me to a Zombie; not quite the undead title I had once hoped for but he was close, it was an accurate description of what I represented. Heartbroken.

He was patient, for a while at least, he gave me space. I tried to be happy for Him, thought it was working too until he threatened to send me to Jacksonville. I through a fit, there was no way I could leave and I couldn't explain my reasons to him but I felt that if I left here, left the place with all the memories then I would start to doubt my sanity, wonder if they had ever existed at all. I couldn't bring myself to do such a thing. Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a bloody hard line to walk.

The definition of a friend is A person with whom one is allied in a struggle, a person one can count on for anything, and acquaintance, comrade. Can't say I had any of those, at first they had tried but maybe they didn't bother to try hard enough.
Jessica called often, Angela had come round twice a week even Mike asked me out again but there attempts were met with silence.
I had ignored them, shut them out and now they wanted nothing more to do with me. Lauren even formed an 'Anti- Bella' club.
The heartless bitch, couldn't she see I was hurting, that I needed time.- No, I had learnt the hard way that Lauren didn't do nice. In her mind, I had taken Edward from her when I had first moved here and now I was paying the price. I had nothing. Maybe I would make an 'Anti-Lauren' club, she how she liked it. Who knows who'd join it though? No one I guess.

In short, my life was on a one way track to nothing. The Cullen's- they took my life from me, my dreams, my future. Try as I might I couldn't hold a grudge, I wanted to but I couldn't as much a I wanted to hate them I still loved them to much and sometimes when I thought about it too much it hurt to breathe.

The memories of him are fading, and I'm finding it so hard to remember with clarity his face, his beautiful topaz eyes, his crooked grin, I'm heading to that place where I know I can remember again.

"Bella, are you going to study with Jess today?" Jess.. Study- oh right, it was my cover story for the meadow. "Yeah Dad, I think I'll go over to her house and we might even go into Port Angeles for lunch or something"

"Ok Bella, It's just, well uh stay out of the woods ok? We've been getting reports at the station of over sized bears roaming the out there. Missing hikers, destroyed campsites, wouldn't want you to get hurt Bells."

Bears, in the woods, destroying campsites and taking people. There's something new. "Ok Ch..Dad, sure thing".

I was glad Charlie was in a hurry, he didn't wait for me to call Jessica, not that she would have answered, and he was out the door in a matter of minutes. Off fishing with Billy I think, or was he at the station, I couldn't recall. It didn't matter.
I didn't really care about the bears either, I would do what I could to remember him today and now I was on the familiar dirt road that lead to nowhere in particular.

Let me know what you think, this is the first story I've written and I want to know if I should continue with it or not.