Chapter 2:
JPOV:
I didn't want to believe the surgeon, and yet I knew what he said had to be true. He couldn't lie about it, and he looked so serious. How could this have happened? Bella had been so full of life and yet she jumped. Edward! I hated him now more than I ever had before. I hated how much he had made Bella love him. I hated how he wouldn't stay away when there was still a chance for her not to fall so deeply in love. I hated how he left when he knew how much she needed him. I hated him for how Bella reacted to him leaving. I hated him for the fact that Bella was now lying dead in this hospital. This was all his fault and I swear if I ever see him again I will rip him apart. I'll teach him to hurt my Bells.
'Can I see her?' Charlie asked the surgeon. His voice was so quiet that if I hadn't known he was right next to me I would've thought he was some distance away. He sounded so lost and empty. Edward had done this to him as well. Edward had done all of this. This whole scene was because of Edward. I was angry, Charlie was lost, Bella was dead, because of Edward.
'Sure' replied the surgeon. The surgeon's voice was sad and full of regret. I realised what a horrible job it must be when things like this happen. Being there, knowing that you weren't able to save someone. Not as bad as actually losing someone though, nowhere near as bad as that.
'D'you want to see her?' asked Charlie. It was only after a moment that I realised that he was talking to me, and when I realised that I realised I could barely see what was around me. My eyes were open but I wasn't looking at anything, I wasn't seeing anything. I was just so angry. I turned to Charlie and just shook my head. Part of me didn't want him to go in there on his own, but I didn't feel strong enough to see her lying there looking pale and lifeless. I blinked a couple of times and managed to register the room around me as the surgeon led Charlie out.
CPOV:
I wish I could've felt something, but there was nothing. Nothing at all. No hurt, no anger, nothing. The surgeon let me into a room where there was a table with a person laid on it with a sheet over them. I knew it was my Bella under that sheet, but it was like it didn't truly register. He checked that I was sure about this, and I was. I don't know why, I don't even think I was really thinking, but I told him I was anyway. So he lifted the sheet up to reveal a girl. Only her head and neck was visible, she was whiter than white, and paler than she had ever been. She looked like she had had all the colour drained out of her until there was nothing left. It didn't feel like this was my Bella, it was just like it was another girl. I was sad for the loss of her life, but it didn't feel like it affected me. It didn't feel like it was my daughter. I didn't feel anything. I stayed looking at her for a while, her eyes were closed, her mouth straight. Her brown hair was down beside her shoulders with it's natural curls. She had always had them right from when her hair first grew when she was little.
I stroked her hair, even just from that I could tell how cold she was. Then it hit me. This wasn't just a teenage girl with bad luck. This was my baby, my Bella. I felt like screaming and crying. I didn't feel like a grown man, I felt completely lost. This was my daughter. She wasn't supposed to die before me, it wasn't supposed to me like this. She was supposed to have a great long life, she was supposed to be happy and fall in love and have a family. She was supposed to find a nursing home for me when I was withered and old. She wasn't supposed to die at the age of 17. She had her whole life ahead of her.
My breathing quickened and tears ran down my face. I stroked Bella's hair, like I used to when she was young and had just fallen back asleep after having a nightmare. It felt like my whole world was crashing down around me. Bella was all I had, she was everything. I may not have known her inside out like some fathers do, I may not have lived with her for her whole life, but I still loved her so much. I was so happy when I got her back. And now, I was alone without her.
APOV:
I gasped and ran. I had to get out of Edward's mind-reading range. He couldn't read this in my mind. I'd have to tell him with spoken words, but I had to get my own head around it first. Edward had told me not to purposely look for vision involving Bella and I didn't, I hadn't looked for this, but it stuck out so obviously that I couldn't help it. I needed to see this, and Edward needed to know this. But how the hell was I going to tell him? He loved Bella unconditionally, he loved her so much he let himself be pulled apart to protect her. How was I supposed to tell him that I had just seen Charlie standing by a table at a hospital and he was looking at Bella's dead body? How was I supposed to explain to him that his love was dead? Bella was his life, he had practically told me that if Bella died he'd have nothing more to live for. I didn't want to be the one who told him, I didn't want to have to tell anyone, but I'd have to.
I'd have to and there was no time like the present. I tried to calm down the mess of thoughts in my head. What had happened? And why had it happened? How was everyone in Forks who cared about her? Charlie? Jacob? If vampires could cry I would've been crying by now. Bella had been the best friend I had ever had outside of this family.
I walked at a human speed back to where we were staying. 'Edward' I called when I walked in. I purposely kept my mind off of Bella, I didn't want him to read it in my mind before I had a chance to tell him. He darted down the stairs and stopped in front of me.
'What's up, Al?' he asked.
'Edward…Bella's dead' I replied.