A/N: You can thank daZZleMe-143 for this update arriving so soon, as she frequently threatened to unleash the wrath of the Cullen's on me if I didn't update. SO HERE AMANDA, GOSH!
BPOV:
The room was eerily quiet as I waited for an answer. Renee was fidgeting with her fingers, and Elizabeth had completely buried her face in her hands. "Hello? W-H-A-T happened?" I screeched. I was getting impatient. Renee looked up and patted the seat between her and Elizabeth. I sat down hesitantly, as she wrapped her arms around me.
"I'm sorry Bella, so terribly sorry." She cried out. I glanced around the room, waiting for someone to give me a straight answer. I glared daggers at my mom, the anxiousness and dread building up in my stomach. That's when she spoke the words, so soft yet they had enough power to shatter my entire world. "Bella, he's dead." I looked at her, blinking a few times to try to register the words that she just said. I shook my head in disbelief, not wanting to believe it.
Elizabeth reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently. "Edward's dead honey. I know exactly how you feel." Her words got strangled in a sob. "I tried to deny it, but I knew I had to face it." I couldn't move, I could barely breath or really register the situation.
"How?" I managed to choke out in a whisper. The one cop from across the room placed a few pictures in front of me. I wanted to die right then when I looked at them. There was Edward's blue Mercedes up in smoke and completely charred. My whole body was numb because I couldn't even imagine the pain he must have gone through.
My face must have resembled terror, because Renee took the pictures from me, and Elizabeth patted my hand. The second officer who was sitting in the armchair across from Edward Sr. spoke then. "His engine must have had a defect or something, we couldn't tell because it was too charred up." He glanced around nervously. "There was no body either, it must have been completely burnt to nothing." My head lent back and hit the wall as those stupid traitor tears that I had tried to hold in since I arrived at the house started falling down my cheeks.
"Bella. . ." My mom reached out to touch my arm, but I jerked away from her. My head ripped up sharply from the wall as I wiped away the tears off my cheeks.
I glared at her, folding my arms around my torso. "Don't touch me!" I whispered sharply before I bolted out of the house and back into my truck. I don't know where I was going, but I drove for over an hour before I pulled into a parking lot of some fast food restaurant and slumped over in my seat. Tears fell freely down my cheeks, as an unfamiliar hole opened up in the middle of my chest. Right, that's where my heart used to be until it was taken away from me. I sobbed for hours until I couldn't cry anymore and was left with just air. I opened my glove compartment to find my cell phone so I could call my mom so she didn't worry about me -which I already knew she was probably freaking out- but instead I found a piece of paper.
It was the note he had gave me that afternoon, right before he died. I crumpled it up and threw it on the floor. "FUCK YOU EDWARD." I screamed to no one. "YOU LIED TO ME! WHY DID YOU LIE?" I broke down into more sobs. "Why did you leave?" I whispered to myself as I picked up his note from the ground and smoothed it out, putting it back into the compartment. I sat there for a few moments before considering my next option. I had my wallet with me, so I pulled into a hotel and book a room for the night. Then I went upstairs and called my mom.
"Hello?!" She whispered franticly, her voice heavy with tears.
I sighed, she worries too much. "Hey Mom," I said as casually as I could, bracing myself for the freak out.
She screeched a little into the phone before coming at me words that I barely understood, because she was sobbing so hard. "Mom, calm down. I'm at a hotel and I'll be home tomorrow sometime. I just need to get away and think. Love you, see you soon." I hung up before she could guilt me into coming home. I put the do not disturb sign on my door and curled up under the covers in a fetal position, wrapping the blankets tightly around me. I tossed and turned, throwing around the covers and shoving my face into the pillow. Eventually I gave up on sleep, and climbed into the hot shower. I lent my head back against the tiles and slumped downwards, my salty tears mixing in with the fresh water of the shower.
I stayed in the shower until the water ran ice cold, making my body shiver. I dressed in the clothes I was wearing before, towelling my hair and combing through it with my fingers. I wasn't really in the best situation to be staying somewhere away from home, but I had no choice. The guilt was overwhelming me because I somehow felt that I could have stopped this. If only I had offered to go with him, I could have been there to save him. I threw the remote for the hotel TV at the wall, cringing at the noise that it made and hoping no one came to the door. After a few minutes, I lay back against the pillows and looked at the clock.
4:00am only. Great, I probably have insomnia now. I remember Edward telling me once that insomnia can be caused by worry, guilt, fear or anxiousness. I had all four, perfect. I wandered around the hotel room for a bit, pacing back and forward and trying to clear my mind. I looked in the mirror, and cringed when I seen myself. My bottom lip was split open from biting it while pacing, my hair was a tangled mess, my eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying and the lack of sleep, and my face was completely pale.
"Disgusting. . ." I muttered to myself. Why did I feel so angry? I was angry at myself for not being there, and I was angry at God for taking Edward away from me. But the most anger I felt was towards Edward himself. He left me, and broke every promise he ever made to me. I'll always be here for you Isabella, forever. So much for forever. I buried my face into the pillow and screamed, kicking and flailing my arms and legs. I hate you Edward, I hate you Edward, I HATE YOU.
When the sun came up, I made the bed and went out to my truck. I took my time driving, not really in a hurry to go home and face my mother. I didn't even stop to eat, my sorrow and anger had made me lose my appetite. About 1pm, I pulled into my driveway. The door almost got knocked off the hinges as Renee ran outside, tears flowing down her face and she gathered me into her arms. "ISABELLA MARIE SWAN! Never, ever do that to me again baby girl." She sobbed. "I missed you, I was so worried about you."
I nodded and mhmmed before I pushed past her and went upstairs to change my clothes and brush my hair. After that, I locked the door and flopped onto my bed, pulling the blankets over my head. I was exhausted from having absolutely no sleep last night, so I soon found myself slipping into unconsciousness.
It was very dark, and I was surrounded by nothing but trees. The silence was so deafening that the pressure of it hurt my ears. I tried to speak, but my mouth didn't move and no sound came out. Then I tried to move my body until I realised I was paralyzed in my spot, the only thing that was able to move was my eyes. That's when Edward stepped out of the trees in al of his glory, but he was literally sparkling like diamonds in the little ray of sun that had poked through the darkness. He was actually here and I needed him, but no matter what I did, I couldn't movie. I was unable to reach for him, and he was looking everywhere but at me. That's when he started to disappear, one limb at a time until he was gone, the sparkles of his ashes flying through the wind. The little ray of sun that had poked through had disappeared, and I could no longer see the trees or anything. It was just me, paralyzed in the darkness and alone. . .
I woke up screaming at the top of my lungs. "EDWARD, COME BACK PLEASE!" I could feel the tears slipping down my cheeks and the cold sweat that now covered my forehead. I had goosebumps all up my arms, and I was wrapped in a sitting position with my knees up to my chest. "Edward," I whispered to myself. The door handle started rattling, and I could hear my mother franticly screaming my name from the other side.
"Bella, are you okay?!" Open the door!" I sighed and buried my head under my pillow before yelling a mumbled assurance at her. She hesitated, but the knob stopped moving and I could hear her footsteps as she moved down the hallway, I let me cry myself to sleep, and I woke up about eight in the morning. It was Sunday today so there was no school, but my body wouldn't let me sleep in. I knew Renee wouldn't be up until around twelve, so I threw on a clean pair of shorts and a tank top before I slipped out the front door. I didn't bother to take my truck, the fresh air and walk would do me good in clearing my head. After about 20 minutes of aimless walking, I found myself heading where I knew I shouldn't go. But soon enough, I arrived on the bridge. There was a deep black mark on the ground from the fire, and a little bit of the metal on the side of the bridge was marked up. I didn't realise that I was walking in the middle of the road until I heard a honk from behind me. I didn't really think anything of it until I heard a car swerve around me. That car was lucky, the next one was not. They didn't see me and the last thing I remember was watching the headlights focused right on me before I felt the sharp pain in my side, and the blackness that surrounded me.
I hoped this was it, I wanted this to be the end. I needed to be with Edward, so I wasn't even scared of dying, I was actually welcoming it. See you soon Edward, my love.
A/N: So here you are, an update. I hope you like it !