Forgiven . . . Within Temptation

So, I told you that I was thinking about continuing, so here is the second chapter. Each chapter will be a different POV of how they reacted to Bella's suicide. And each chapter will be named after a song, and I will put a link to the song on my profile page.

So this is Charlie's Point Of View and I hope you enjoy it, Jacob's Point of View will be next. I'm going to update every week since I haven't written chapters after Jacob, so next update will probably be between Tues-Fri.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or its characters, they belong to Stephenie Meyer. And I do not own some dialogue used in this story either, they belong to Melissa Rosenberg. But I do own this story and a copy of 'Ever After'. A truly beautiful movie.

Summary: Love can tear us apart, rip us to pieces and ground us into the dirt. It makes us want to rip our hair out and scream.

Couldn't save you from the start
Love you so it hurts my soul
Can you forgive me for trying again
Your silence makes me hold my breath
Oh, time has passed you by
Ooh, for so long I've tried to shield you from the world
Ooh, you couldn't face the freedom on your own
Here I am left in silence

You gave up the fight

You left me behind

The uneasiness of the morning breeze was what woke me up. The morning sun filtered in through the curtains, and the house was quiet. I looked at my alarm and noticed I'd slept through it; something that I never did.

I was up and out of bed without a moment of hesitation, making my way down the small hallway and to Bella's door. I put my ear to her door and listened for anything, something. But there was nothing. With tentativeness I slowly opened up the door, peeping my head around the door and looked into Bella's room, hoping to find her cooped up in her bed.

But every time you get your hopes up, they're destined to fall. I should have known that before I thought it. The door slipped from my grip as I saw my daughter lying across her bed with her wrists dangling over the edge, blood spreading down her arm and dripping onto the floor. There was a puddle of her blood on the carpet and I tried to not look at it as I ran to her.

Tears were already falling, I couldn't stop them. I wasn't one for emotion, but seeing my daughter here, like this, was something I couldn't just ignore with a shoulder shrug or a huff. This was important, this was my own life. Lying there in front of me dead.

I checked her pulse, but I couldn't feel anything. Just to be sure I placed my ear near her mouth, because my daughter couldn't be dead. She just couldn't be. I could feel a small amount of air blow onto my cheek as she breathed out and I sighed in relief. I knew from the amount of blood that was on the floor that she must have been like this for hours and I thanked God that she was still alive. But I knew that she wouldn't be for long if I didn't get her to the hospital.

Never before in my life had I been in this sort of situation. Everyone I loved ended up leaving me, but I never thought that one would end up dead. Seeing my daughter on her bed with slit wrists, I just couldn't believe it.

I hadn't known Bella, not really. But I'd wanted to, so I tried. But our inability to express our feelings set us apart from the start. If I'd known everything would come down to this I would have tried harder to know Bella, to be with her. For seventeen years of her life I hadn't know her very well. Seeing her for a couple of days every summer had never been enough for me, but that was all Renee would give me.

I loved my daughter, and I always would. I just didn't want her to be dead. I'd tried so hard after Edward left to get her out of this state of depression but she just wouldn't budge. I hadn't been able to save her from the start, but I was going to try now. She had to live, I didn't care that she wanted this, I didn't care that she couldn't live without him, I wasn't going to sit here and allow my daughter to die. Not this way.

The guilt pulled and twisted at my insides as I drove to the hospital. And when I got there it got a lot worse. I couldn't live without Bella, I'd gotten so use to her being there with me, and now I don't see a life without her. She was always supposed to be there. I wanted to grow old with her, watch my daughter graduate. I wanted to see her fall in love and get married.

I wanted to see her get over Edward.

Of course he was important, he was her first love, and it had ended in heart break. She'd been so unresponsive over these past months and I just knew that something wasn't right. She wasn't coping with his absence, she wasn't getting better. There was no progress in her condition. It was like a life without Edward was no life at all.

I waited impatiently in the waiting room, hoping for some good news on Bella. I wanted to call someone, I knew that people should know, but calling someone would make it official. My daughter had tried to kill herself. And I hadn't been able to stop it.

As a father I should have seen it coming, I shouldn't have been so oblivious. The signs were all there and I hadn't thought to think that maybe just maybe she was considering this option. It was obvious that she didn't want to be where she was; although she did try to protect me from most of it she never tried to hide anything.

The school had even rung once, reporting to me about Bella's unexplained difference in attitude. She was distant in class, voiceless and invisible. She sat at the back and always hid herself amongst others, but I knew she'd never felt more alone. It was all in her eyes.

She was surrounded by people she knew but she felt all alone. Because Edward wasn't there. I hated the way one boy had left so much impact on my daughter with his absence. I wanted to find him and wring his pretty little neck. I wanted him to go through what he put my daughter through. It was his entire fault she was here.

But I knew that wouldn't help anyone, blaming it on someone who wasn't here. I couldn't bring him to court for it, send him to prison. Bella had done this to herself; she didn't want to be here. Edward had just been the catalyst.

I didn't want to be here, but I couldn't leave her. I wanted her to live, I wanted to see her open those beautiful chocolate brown eyes again. I wanted to hear her voice and see her smile. I wanted to see my baby girl again.

I remembered how she looked when she had been born, all pink and blotchy. But she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. And she was mine. After she came to live with me after all these years I vowed to myself that I would never let her go again. But now here I am and she's in the emergency room because she lost a big amount of blood over a boy.

I wish there had been a note, a reason for why she did this. Something for me to prove that Edward was at fault here. I knew he was going to find out about this someday. You don't go on and just forget about your first love. You'll always remember them, one day Edward will discover what he did. But if I ever saw him . . . I'd reach for a gun and he wouldn't have a chance.

Bella had lost the fight to depression, just like so many others. She'd left me behind hoping that I'd somehow make it through, but I couldn't without her. She was my rock in this world; she was my daughter, my reason for living. I loved her, I always would and I just couldn't live without her.

Bella had fallen in love for the first time when she was seventeen, and she'd lost her first love in the first couple of months. I knew it had scared her, knowing that the one she loved left her behind. But I thought that maybe she could forget him. Move on.

She didn't.

Love can tear us apart, rip us to pieces and ground us into the dirt. It makes us want to rip our hair out and scream. It can be frustrating and sometimes a little hard, but there are times when it is special and beautiful.

Bella loved Edward.

He hadn't loved her enough.

And then thinking that she hadn't been enough, Bella took her own life. I had to live with that, the guilt that my daughter fell in love with a man that lost his love for her along the way. Knowing that my daughter hadn't been enough for that pretty boy.

Bella was everything to me. But she had been nothing to him. He should have been the one dealing with this, but now I was. I didn't want my daughter to be in there, I couldn't believe that she was. But she was, and I couldn't change that.

I loved my daughter and I wanted her to pull through.

But I couldn't help but think about what would happen if she didn't. My life would be over, I'd have no daughter. No special creation that brought my life happiness.

I'd have nothing.

A/N

Thank you to everyone who is still reading this, I hope you enjoy it. It's a little sad to write, but it gives me something to write about so I'm happy. Song links are now on my profile page.

~Sophia