BPOV

I woke up, but it was strange I wasn't in the dark world anymore. I was at home. Why was I here? I thought. Am I not dead? I looked around. It was my room. The moment I looked down I knew I was gone. On the floor was my pale, blood soaked body, and my father. Oh no my father. He was sobbing on the floor. My dad. He looked like he was in total pain and misery. "Dad." I whispered.

He moved himself closer to my body. He ran his hand gently across my face. I heard sirens in the background; I guess he had called the hospital or the cops. I saw the anguish in his face as he moved again into a sitting position. I noticed he put no weight on his ankle and cringed when it moved. Oh, no he's hurt. It's all my fault. I still cause people misery. I sobbed.

For the moment I looked away everything changed. He went from pain and sadness, to fury and pain. I couldn't figure out the reason, until I remembered my arms. He was staring at them in fury. He was going to blow up in a minute. He's going to blame Edward. It's not his fault, its mine for letting myself believe that he loved me.

"I'm gonna kill that fucking bastard! I'm gonna kill him!" he screamed. Oh no. I thought.

The sirens were closer now. They were almost here. I tore my eyes away from my dad and looked out the window. An ambulance pulled into my driveway behind my dad's cruiser. Four EMTs jumped out and rushed in the door. In only moments, they were up into my room. One of them helped my father down the steps as they checked my vitals and pronounced me dead. Wow, I'm dead. Truly dead. I've been dead for hours, but now I'm dead to everyone. It hit hard.

I followed the ambulance to the hospital. My dad ended up with a broken ankle and a child in the morgue. I watched him as he called my mom and Phil. Then the school and my friends. Soon many of my closest friends were in the hospital giving Charlie his condolences. Some cried, like Angela, others smirked like Lauren who only came so she could "comfort Tyler" and some came because they thought they should be there for Charlie, even though they knew this would happen like Jess. I smiled at them all. Even the ones like Lauren. I would miss them, but I still thought this was the best choice.

A few hours later a teary eyed Renee walked in with a somber Phil. "My Baby!" she cried looking a Charlie. I wanted more than anything to go down and hug her, but I couldn't.

Soon there was a date set for my funeral. They had decided this Saturday an open casket at the funeral home. I stayed to watch, even though I had a feeling I should be going somewhere. I watched many tears fall. I listened to stories told by my friends. I listened to their last goodbyes. Soon they asked everyone to sit down so the preacher could speak. He talked about the value of life and how precious each second was. I noticed that he never once mentioned suicide. After he was finished with his speech, which could almost put the dead to sleep he asked anyone to come up and talk about me.

I had never thought of myself hearing this kinda thing, especial after I was dead. Some of them were sad, some were happy, but I think almost everyone had something to say.

Mike was one of the first, " Bella was a great person. She put up with me even after I had asked her again and again to go to a dance with me. She was a good friend and a great person who always thought of others before herself."

Angela stood soon after Mike sat back down. He eyes were puffy, but she was no longer crying. "Bella was very nice and considerate to me. She was always kind and respected my shyness and always bailed me out of awkward situations, she also to me together with Ben. I'm going to miss her forever."

They went on and on. Pretty much the same thing. The only thing was very few of them were personal. This was the first time I had realized that no one really knew me. I had only been here for a while before I got with Edward and had pretty much stopped being with my friends other than in school and then Edward left and I was basically comatose. I don't think I even talked to anyone since then.

Everyone said the same thing until Lauren got up. She had a hateful sneer on her face. I knew that this wasn't going to be pretty, and that I would wish I had left a while ago. I stayed put as she got up behind the pulpit. Please don't ruin this for my dad and mom, please just say something nice and go back to your seat.

If only I was so lucky.

She cleared her throat loudly and tapped the microphone once before she started in her nasal voice, "Why are we all acting like Bella was a saint? She never even said a word to any of us since Edward left, and she barely talked to us while they were together. She acted as if she was better than all of us, like she was too good to do anything we did. And am I the only one who noticed that she killed herself? She didn't die trying to save some little kid from a burning building. She killed herself over a guy that didn't even care about her. Just because he left, how pathetic is that? And did any of you see what she wrote on her arms before she killed herself. Obsessed much. Did she think that he would miraculously show up and bring her back to life? She was crazy!"

She stopped her rant and walked back down and sat back in her seat, everyone was dumb founded. After a few moments of silence, everyone glared at her in disgust. Everyone around her backed away, and soon one of the doormen came over and asked her to leave. My mother and father were in the front row crying more than ever.

No. is all I thought. I needed it leave. I need to leave now.

I moved to the door in one of the fluid motions I had come to use, but I stopped briefly to look at my mother and father, then my friends, then my body. I looked very nice, probably the best I ever had. My skin was pale with a light blush, my eyes closed and covered in a light colored eye shadow. I was dressing in the same outfit I had died in, only there was no blood. I smiled. "Thank you Charlie." I said quietly, know he couldn't hear me.

I flew out the door and onto the street. Cars were parked up and down the street on both sides for my funeral. A hearse waited out front, all set to bring me to my grave. I wanted to stay and see myself being lowered into the six-foot hole, but something inside said I needed to leave. I looked up the street on last time, and headed down the road toward one of the places I knew I needed to see.

The trees, the grass, the bugs everywhere where so much clearer now. I could see every little detail, it was what I thought being a vampire might feel like, but it didn't matter now, there was no chance of that happening. I guess there never was.

Suddenly a car flew by me in a blur. What? I said. I've only ever seen one on person ever drive like that. "I wonder."

I trailed the car, going as fast as I could, I could barely keep it in sight, but I managed. It stopped right in front of the funeral home. "It couldn't be." I said.

It was a shiny black car. The windows were heavily tinted and the license plate was from out of state. My eyes were glued to the door as it began to open. One foot out, it was a women's shoe. I barely saw the rest, the disappointment over whelming me. But then I looked back at her, right before I was about to turn. Her hair was a fiery red. "Oh no." I whispered. "Victoria."

A feeling of dread washed over me. What was she here to do? Was she here to hurt someone, or just to laugh at my corpse? She walked up the three steps leading to the open doors, and gracefully entered. I followed. The room was much the same as when I left. Everyone looked sad, but Charlie and Renee had stopped crying. People had started to get out of their seats and pay their last respects to me before they left to head for the graveyard.

Victoria waited in line and put on a fake smile when she got to my dad and shook his hand. She was last in line and one of the few people remaining in the room. She waited until my parents weren't looking and smirked down at my cold body. "Poor, Poor Bella. I guess you couldn't take it, being without your mate. Well you should of toughened up, because now I have to do the same thing." She said so low that only I could hear her, then she quickly slapped my face and smiled again. She walked out of the room. I followed her until she got back to her car then she drove off.

I was in shock of what she did, but thankful that she didn't hurt anyone. I floated back down the road and continued on the way to the meadow.