I do not own any of the characters of twilight, as much as i wish i did.
I entered my room and turned out the light, I could see perfectly in the darkness and I knew what I had to do to protect Charlie. I went over to my bed and sat on the edge. I reached down and pulled out the album where I had placed my only picture of Edward, the one I took on my birthday. I opened to album and was horrified when I saw that it was gone. How could he do this to me, take the only picture I hade of him. He must really want me to forget him since it was so painstakingly obvious that he had forgotten me.
I reached over to my cd player but I knew what I would find, the cd he had given me with my lullaby was gone, but I could still hear the sweet notes drifting through my mind. I laid my head back onto the pillow and let the sweet melody take me away to my love. I thought of Edward, as he was when we were in the meadow. The sun glistening off his perfect skin, his bronze hair fluid in the soft breeze, my hand and head resting on his perfectly molded chest, his cool skin up against my cheek and his lips in my hair. This was a happy time, but I knew I enjoyed the memory than Edward, he had probably already forgotten about me and had moved on with his family, he had no idea that I was like him and I would stay this way forever, without him.
My wandering mind helped to pass the time as dawn approached and Charlie would come wake me and have so many questions. The first light was starting to peak over the horizon, the blue hour was ending and dawn was breaking through the fog of a forks morning. Though the sun was starting to show the mist still filled the air and I knew it would be yet another cloud filled day, perfect to enact my plan.
I was lying lifeless under my quilt when I heard Charlie's footsteps in the hallway. I heard him enter the bathroom. Then he came out and peaked his head in my door, saw that I was not moving and came fully into the room. He came and sat on the edge of my bed. I kept my eyes closed, not intending to open them any time soon.
"Bella honey, wake up, we need to talk." I stayed unmoving, not even breathing.
"Bella." He shook me gently and I moved slightly with the motion of his hand. He would not have been to move me a millimeter if I was not also trying to move. I remained lifeless to him and remembered not to breath.
"Bella. Bella wake up now." His pleading was more frantic and I knew he could feel my cold hard skin and I hoped he would think what I hoped to portray, that I was dead. His shaking of me became more violent, and as much as I wanted to just open my eye and tell him I was ok and that he should not worry, I knew it had gone too far and this was the only way to protect my family. Luckily with me holding my breath, his scent was not to mush to bear.
"Oh no Bella. No. No. No." His hand flew to my throat but I knew what he would not find, a pulse. I was a creature of the dead; I had no blood pumping through my veins, nothing to tell Charlie I was alive. He dug his fingers hard into my throat, something that might have hurt me a week ago, but now all I could feel was his warm fingers against my throat and all I could think about was reaching up to his throat and…well you know what and I would not go there. I used all my control, which seemed great despite what I knew about newborns, to stay lifeless under Charlie's examination.
That was one thing I thought about as the coroner arrived and took my body out in the black body bag, my immense control. From what I knew about newborns, which was very little, I should not have been able to stop my self from killing Charlie or Billy the first time I encountered their scents, also now surrounded by so many humans as I lay lifeless and in the coroner's office. Why was I able to control my thirst so easily? I later found out the answer to that question but I will soon go into more detail about the really big changes to me after turning, now is not the right time in my story.
The men took my body off the shinny table and dressed my in a blue dress and put make up on me. They took me to a funeral home and put me into a coffin, that was something had never though about with my plan. If Charlie had decided to have me cremated, what would I do. I was glad he had gone with burial; I was once told that fire was truly the only thing that could kill vampires. Although I was not sure if it would have been so bad to die, I did not know how I was going to live without Edward, now that I was leaving Charlie and Rene. It was not like five years down the road I could just walk back into their lives and tell them every thing, I would freak them right out, for life.
Even though my eyes were closed I could sense and smell every one in the room, at what I assumed was my wake, how depressing I was leaving every one who cared for me and I could never say good-bye. I just put a slightly unnoticeable smile on my face and waited for this to be over so I could leave and start living the terrible pain of being alone.
The smells of the tiny compact room were almost unbearable. I had to fight with every ounce of control I seemed to have to refrain from lunging into the throng of people who cared for me and drinking their sweet nectar. The aroma was rolling toward me in waves as people approached to say their last good-byes. It did not help that people kept touching my icy skin with their wonderfully warm hands. I had to think of something to keep my mind off my thirst.
My mind inadvertently went to Edward, even though I knew I was going to regret those particular thought I could not resist. I knew he did not want me and would probably never think of me like I was thinking of him, but I could dream, and I did.
My dreams were of Edward and only Edward; we were sitting in his room on his big black cough and we were listening to his music, my arms wrapped around him and his mouth in my hair. I was so happy but there was a pang in my chest when I knew he had not meant what he had said about loving me.
The lid of the coffin closed and all I could see was the white linen on the inside. I felt the coffin being lifted off the stand and I felt it lowered into the ground. All I could think about was Charlie and Rene standing next to the grave, probably tearing up as they saw their little girl being lowered into the ground.
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