Title: Suicide

Rating: Teen

Author: Dani Meows

Pairing: Bella/Edward

Genre: Angst/Romance

Notes: Holy angst waffles, Batman! I don't know what inspired me to write this piece. I'm thinking about making it into a longer chaptered piece what do you think?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

Suicide:

Bella ran the knife over her skin, not pushing down hard enough to break the pale skin underneath, as she sat in the warm bath. HE was gone. HE wasn't coming back. HE didn't love her. Life had no meaning anymore without him, she'd given him all of her heart and soul and both had been ripped to shreds when HE left.

E- no she couldn't even think the name. Her soul mate, the only person she'd ever loved and she'd been nothing more than a distraction to ease the endlessness of his eternity. She'd promised to be safe, but he'd promised not to leave her. He'd broken his so why then should she keep hers.

It was so soothing really, the knife felt so soothing as she traced it over her veins, all she had to do was push down sharply, and drag the knife across those blue veins and then she would be dead. The smell of her blood would make her faint and if blood loss didn't kill her, drowning in the water that she'd collapsed in would.

She pushed down, it stung but the ache of the cut was nothing compared to the ache within her heart. The sight and smell of the blood, made her faint but as she collapsed she thought she heard the sound of footsteps running up the stairs and a familiar voice screaming, "No, Bella, No!"

Alice ran up the stairs blazingly fast even for a vampire, praying that she wasn't to late. She could smell Bella's blood, but it didn't make her thirsty as she was to busy worrying for her friends life. She had to prevent her from dying any way that she could. Her vision echoed in her head, repeating endlessly as she pulled Bella's body from the tub, and began to tightly bandage her wrists.

Bella slicing her wrists, bleeding and then fainting in the tub only to be found hours later in the red water lifeless. Her funeral, seeing her grave, the grief and devastation they all felt as they realized that Bella, sweet innocent, exuberant, Bella wouldn't be coming back. Edward's guilt and pain, and how he'd never be the same ever.

She carried her friend to Bella's room, and watched over her.

Bella would wake up in an hour and gasp in shock at seeing Alice. She would throw her arms around her and sob, her body shaking with grief. She would tell Alice about being catatonic, about how she felt and still feels about being separated from Edward. Bella would be so convinced that Edward doesn't love her. Then she saw Rosalie deciding to call Edward to let him know that Bella was dead she had two minutes to beat Rose to it.

Grabbing her phone quickly, Alice dialed the phone, with fingers that she had to force to stay calm. He answered but didn't greet her. Speaking quietly but quickly she began, "Edward in about a minute, Rose will call you telling you that Bella is dead. She isn't I got to her just in time."

Edward let out a pained keening sound, "what happened?" He pictured Bella, clumsy as always falling down, and felt further pain as he realized that he hadn't been their to protect her. It was for her own good though, she would be better off without him.

"She slit her wrists in the bathtub," Alice said, bluntly. "She wants to die because she doesn't feel that she has anything to live for when the one that she loves doesn't love her."

Pain and regret coursed through him. His fault. He'd done more damage to her than he'd thought he would. He'd truly thought that she hadn't felt as deeply for him as he felt for her. He'd thought that she would move on, that she would be safer without him in her life to endanger it. Instead she'd felt the pain of their separation even more strongly than he had, and he hadn't really moved from where he was currently sitting in weeks.

"If I come to her, do you see me doing more harm than good?" he asked, as he fought to keep his voice steady. He wanted to see her, to hold her, to shower her with kisses and apologies for his foolish decision.

"I don't see you harming her, but I don't have a clear vision of it yet," Alice said. "I'll be there as soon as I can," Edward said as he hung up.

Home, he was going home, to his Bella. He would never leave her again unless she wanted him to.

Bella woke up, surprised to feel herself awake and alive. Bandages were on her arms, she could feel them. She didn't want to open her eyes. Had Charlie come home early? For a second, she'd thought that she'd heard Alice's voice, but that couldn't be true because HE had said that none of them would ever come back.

She opened her eyes, and found herself in her room, with a familiar face sitting next to her. Alice, beautiful, graceful Alice. "Alice, oh Alice," she said as she hugged her friend tightly. She began to sob. She'd missed her friend so much, not as much as she'd missed HIM but she'd missed her greatly nonetheless.

"Shh, Bella, Shh..." Alice soothed as she let her friend cry it all out. Once Bella's cries had gone from full blown hysteria to soft cries, and then to silence, Bella spoke up, "I suppose you want to know what happened."

"I already know, I saw you telling me after I found you." Alice said.

"Are you mad at me?" Bella said feeling small and ashamed as realized that Alice had seen what she'd been prepared to do.

"No, not at all." Alice said, as she ran her fingers through Bella's hair and tried to soothe her. "I'm upset that we left you the way that we did, that I didn't fight harder to stay with you like I had wanted to."

Bella was about to say something, when a knock on the door startled her. She walked downstairs, already concocting a story of what to say about the bandages on her wrist if someone asked. She opened the door, and let out a ragged breath as she stared into his face.

"E-E-E..." was all she managed before she collapsed in his arms.