My Life... A tragedy
Tonight would have been our one year anniversay. It's nights like these where I miss Edward so much. Every month, when Rosalie and Emmett come to my home, I am reminded of Edward by his sister's face.
Tonight our conversation was different; tonight I was the one being asked questions. When Rosalie and I sat down, ahe asked me one simple question, "Do you still miss him?" How could I not miss him, I thought to myself. It was only four months ago that I lost Edward, my edward, in the car accident.
"Of course I still miss him, Rosalie; he was my husband and my best friend." I answered almost angrily.
Before you could understand why, after four months I was still upset, you must listen to the story of my life.
You see, ever since the day I was born, my life has been a tragedy. the day I was born my mother died, leaving me motherless for the rest of my life. Growing up with just my father was very difficult, especially because my father was an alcohalic. My father hired many nannies and maids to look after me, but none of them were ever good enough. Soon after my mother passed away, my father remarried.
I liked Esme, my stepmother; she was very nice to me. Late at night she would come in my room with a little snack for the two of us and we would just talk. Esme always got the worst of the pain when father arrived home drunk; she was hit and beaten. One time, when father returned home from a party, he came into my room and srated beating me saying that my mother's death was my entire fault, and that it should have been me that died instead of her.
When I was twelve years old, Esme took me away from my father, and we lived with her brother Carlisle for many years. My father eventually found us, and Esme told me to run, run until I no longer could. So I obeyed and ran. That is how I managed to find Edward.
Edward was walking down the street, and I ran right into him because I could not see where I was going. that day, we stayed together and we talked. we talked about him; he had no parents, but he did have a brother, Jasper, and a sister, rosalie. Then we talked about me and why I was running. It was the moment he said, "Isabella, as long as you are with me you will always to safe," that I realized that my heart beat in a way that it never had before. Suddenly he was the man that I had been waiting for all my life; the man to protect me and keep me safe forever.
Soon after, we got married. Eight months after we got married, Edward, Jasper, and his sister-in-law Alice, were in a car accident, killing all three of them.
"Bella," Rosalie said, snapping her fingers in my face.
Slowly getting back to reality, I realized that the tea had been brought out.
"Sorry." I said to Rosalie.
"You were daydreaming again, weren't you?" Rosalie asked me while preparing the tea. "You know, I tihnk that you should take down all of Edwards's paintings."
"No, I can't, Edw --," I choked and shuddered as I began to say his name. "He was a great artist."
Rosalie took my hand as she began to speak.
"Bella, you must, there are far too many memories of him here. The memories that his pictures send to you are only making you worse," she said urgently.
The second that Rose finished her last sentence, there was a knock at the front door. I heard Emmett walk to the foyer and open the door.
"Rosalie, get over here, hurry." Emmett cried out from the door.
Rosalie got up from her seat on the couch, gave me a quick glance, and then headed for the door. After hearing a few whispering voices, the front door suddnly slammed shut. Rosalie took short and cautious strides back into the room and very slowly and carefully sat beside me once again.
"Who was at the door?" I asked immediatly.
"Edward"
A/N: This is my baby. I wrote this for my english class and I got and "A" so I hope that everyone likes it becasue I had so much fun writing it.