Sorry it took me so long to update! There's really no excuse! I just didn't know how to proceed! But I've got it all figured out now, and hopefully it'll never take me that long to update again!
-Tigger77
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot and the poems! Not Twilight, nor the characters!
Charlies point of view (1 year later)
Love comes not without consequence,
A funny thing to pursue,
Here lay a girl named Bella,
In a coffin laced with blue,
Covered in blood,
A sweet delight,
Here lay a girl named Bella,
In these southern lights,
May the heavens cry with might...
"Bella was a-" The sound of Jessica Stanley talking about my daughter at the funeral tore my heart. All the people in the pews listened closly; acting as if they cared. But I could see the look of boredom and irritation cross their face more than once, and the fake tears they concentrated to make. It seemed like I was the only one that was really troubled by the scene in front of me.
A large coffin the size of a young adult sat in the middle of the church. But it didn't hold a body. No. We never did find her. Just a bunch of toys, and things she cherished. As well as the can of pepper spray we found lying in an Arizona street with her finger prints. The detectives believed it was the last place anyone had seen her. And I figured she'd need it for her safe trip to heaven.
Renee couldn't make it, her depression keeping her and Phil from making the trip over. I felt bad for Phil. He was an okay guy, and I'm sure we could have been friends under different circumstances. But now Renee was unstable and he had to take care of her all the time. As well as pay the bills every month.
A few more words were said before the top of the coffin was closed. People got up to leave, releaf written clearly on their faces. Some patted my back as I slowly stood too. Others wished me luck. I even saw a few people leave without any look at me.
There was only one person that I saw, that I knew that shared my pain also. The not so little anymore Angela Webber came up to me, giving me a big hug, tears streaming down her face. "If you need anything at all Chief Swan. Don't hesitate to call me." Then she was gone.
The church felt a lot more leery when no one was in it. The random creak coming from the little attic. The doors as they groaned open loudly. The sound of wings flapping, and things bumping around. All this had me cringing in terror; goosebumps appeared on my arms and neck.
I walked quietly towards the coffin, my hand sliding down and into my pocket to grab the little objects placed there.
Two airplane tickets for Florida, and a CD of sorts.
I found them both under her floor board when I nearly tripped and broke my hip on it. Where they came from I didn't know. And how they got there was another mystery.
Did Bella put them there? Did she want them? Did she not? Did she know about them. Did someone else put them there? Those questions lingered in my mind day after day. Surely it was around her birthday when they were put there. The date on the airplane ticket and all the dust formed were evedince to that. But that was about all I knew of the subject.
I slid the coffin open just enough and placed the two items in by the pepper spray. Then walked away. Wishing and hoping this could all just be a dream like I'd wanted to believe for so long.
Warmth flooded through me so suddenly. It felt like I'd just been wrapped in a very large blanket and whispered comforting words to. I spun around. A bright light was shinning in the middle of the room, coming from no where in particuler. And then there was Bella in the middle of the light.
But I could tell something was off. She looked more misty then solid, dressed in a grey and purple hoody that hugged her skin and dark washed out jeans. She smiled at me, and turned to open the coffin. She bit her lip for a second before grabbing the pepper spray and the little CD I had put in only moments ago. She looked back at me, raising her eyebrow before sliding the can of pepper spray in her jean pocket. Then she looked back down at the CD.
"Thank you for this. I've been looking for it for a while now." She said in an almost whispered voice that sounded more like wind than a person talking. The little CD looked about ready to fall through her hand.
"Bella?" I asked.
"Goodbye Dad." And she was gone. As if she was never there.
I ran towards the coffin, pushing the top aside with all my might. My eyes searched frantically, but I never found it. The pepper spray and the CD were gone.
A lonly sob wracked my body...
Love comes not without consequence,
A funny thing to pursue,
Here lay a girl named Bella,
In a coffin laced with blue,
Covered in blood,
A sweet delight,
Here lay a girl named Bella,
In these southern lights,
May the heavens cry with might...
Sorry that was so short! It didn't turn out exactly how I planned it, but what ever does? I hope you all liked it. Please, please review! I'm on my knees begging. It would mean a lot if you did!
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