It has been literally years since this story was published and I would like to think I have changed a lot, so I'm revamping the first two chapters, I will try not to alter the main concept of the story too much but no guarantees :) xx
Bella.
She awoke, sweat dripping trying to shake the one nightmare that could never be shaken. Bella yawned, cracking the joints in her fingers even though she knew that if her mother was still around, she would have been severely shouted at. She wiped the sweat from her brow and paced her once lovingly decorated room. Once filled with pictures full of her and her father, cheerfully grinning into the camera now stood empty photo frames and regret. She was walking down the hallway when she thought she heard her father snore. Charlie had an elephant snore you could hear it from anywhere in the house. So she without taking a breath opened the door and found... Nothing. Except a faint smell of her dad's old cologne you could barely even tell the man lived here at all. A bronze coloured stuffed wolf lay on the bedside table next to a picture of Billy. Bella stared at the picture, because when she was a child she always used to think that it was weird that a grown man would have a picture of a grown man by his bed. That was however until the first victim was announced on the news, which was Billy. By then her father had been arrested by his own deputy and the whispers had started. 'maybe they both killed together' one women said as Bella walked past later on that day.
She decided the cliff was her best bet, letting herself be engulfed by the sea would be utter bliss compared to the fact that her once beloved father, with his comical moustache and surprisingly posh accent is now compared to Gacy and Bundy. She listened to music as she walked down. She didn't drive anymore. Charlie taught her how. She reached the tallest cliff, took off her shoes, released her unruly hair and sat on the edge. Encouraging her self to take the fall until she was interrupted by a booming "HEY!"