BPOV

I kept sinking, each moment everything grew darker, but some how clearer. I saw everything. Every shape in the darkness. "Death is a lot different," I thought to myself as I watched the shapes form and disappear in front of my eyes. I was lost. Nothing was happening. The shapes disappeared completely, I saw nothing. There was no noise. No pain. Where had the pain gone?

There was nothing left, just my thoughts. "I wonder what this means", I thought. Is this it, I'm just in this dark forever destined to be tortured by my thoughts with no way out? My thoughts. Edward. Why did I do this, why did he leave. I saw his smile form in the darkness. Oh, so now I can see shapes, great, I said rolling my eyes. Only they didn't move. I tried my hand, its stayed put. I couldn't move. I tried to fight but eventually I tired, I couldn't do anything but falling into my past and watch with pain everything I had gone through.

I didn't know how long it was, but the torture had finally ended. For the first time I was able to move. I closed my eyes and smushed myself into a ball. I let out a sob, before I fell into a sleep, probably the deepest sleep of my life… or death.

Charlie POV

I woke up with a feeling of dread. I blinked a few times, trying to figure out why, but I couldn't. I looked over to my clock, it was 7:13, I was running late. Bella's probably already up and getting ready for school, I thought. I listened for her light steps, but heard none. Hmm wonder where she is?

I got up and headed down stairs. Nothing was out of order, maybe she already left, I thought. I was beginning to worry; she usually leaves a note if I'm not up when she leaves. I shook it off and grabbed my belt and gun then headed out the door.

I was surprised to see that Bella's truck was still in the driveway. "Huh?" I said, I looked up to her window, there was no light or movement. She probably got a ride to school. I thought. I had a feeling that I was wrong, but I needed to get to work.

During the drive, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I got to work, the secretary said hello, and I just nodded, to deep in thought to respond. It was a slow day. No one made any calls, and nothing was amiss.

I was heading to lunch when the secretary called me over. "You have a call Chief, it's from the high school."

I walked over to her and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" I said into the mouthpiece.

"Yes, is this Chief Swan?"

"Yes." I answered confused.

"Well, this is Mrs. Cope and I was wondering if you were aware that your daughter Bella Swan didn't attend any of her classes yet today?"

"What?" I asked, ut-oh, something must of happened. "Um, I'm sorry, but I have to go!" I said hanging up the phone. I ran back into my office, grabbing my coat and my gun, I ran back out. I didn't stop, but I yelled over to the secretary, "There's an emergency, I'll be back later!"

I ran out the door and jumped into my cruiser, I turned the key and threw on the sirens. I sped as fast as the car could take me to get home. I went straight through a red light nearly hitting another car. The tires were screaming in protest and I was leaving tred marks on the road. My house was coming up. I pulled into the drive, slamming on the brakes. Before the car completely stopped, I was out, running toward the door, key in hand.

My key went in smoothly, and I jerked it to the left, it clicked and I pushed the door open, not bothering to close it. I ran straight up the steps, but I stumbled. I fell backwards and landed at the bottom, my ankle was throbbing, but I got back up and hobbled up the steps as fast as I could.

In front of me was Bella's door. I didn't even bother knocking. I grasped the doorknob and pushed open the door. I looked at her bed. Made and ready, then I looked down. I almost fell over in shock. My Bells lay on the floor, in a pool of blood. It was mostly dry. Her skin was pale, more pale than it has ever been, and there was no blush to her checks. By her side was one of my magic shark kitchen blades. The kind you never need to sharpen. I fell to my knees. "My Bells." I whispered in pain.

I pulled out my walkie-talkie and radioed in. "Help, someone, my daughter, Bella, I think she's dead. Please come, please." I finished, sobbing. The person on the other line was in shock.

"Bella?" she said, "Oh my". Then I heard her call for back up at my house. Ambulances cop cars, everything. I just sat there. My Bella. How could this have happened.

I moved closer to her limp body. I reached out my hand. I caressed her colorless face. It was ice. Another sob escaped my lips. "No." I said. I heard the sirens approaching, but it would do no good. She was gone. All they can do now is go around telling me how sorry they are. How could I let this happen? If I had just checked on her this morning like a good father, she would be ok right now. I sobbed again.

I needed to be near her body. I pulled myself into a sitting position and scooted over next to her, not putting any weight on my ankle. I put my hand on her forehead and breathed in. My baby, was, was, gone. I sunk even lower. No. My sad eyes traveled down her. They stopped at her arms. The cuts were shaped here. I looked closer, holding back the tears that blurred my vision. On them was written, "Edward, I love you. Sorry. B" that, that, its his fault. He killed my baby girl. "I'm gonna kill that fucking bastard! I'm gonna kill him!" I screamed as the paramedics ran In and moved me out of the way, fuming.

She was pronounced dead at 12:39 pm on January 18, of exsanguination.