As Edward walked hand in hand up the porch of the house that I couldn't bear to look at anymore; my heart was pounding achingly.
"I can't do this" I whimpered and started to turn away but Edward arm caught my waist.
"You can do this Bella. I love you; I'm here. Don't worry" he whispered in my ear and I nodded weakly. We knocked on the door but there was no answer. We knocked again and still there was no answer. I pounded my fist heavily on the door as my fear crept into my throat and finally I stood back and kicked it open. I frantically searched the house but I couldn't find anything. Eventually I went up to check my parent's room and when I opened the door; I collapsed again. The sobs broke through my chest as darkness engulfed me once again.

EPOV
I hated this. How can one person handle so much grief? Three days ago when Bella and I had gone to her house for me to meet her Aunt; we searched the house and eventually we found her aunt dead on the floor of her parents' bedroom. Her heart was resting limply on her chest and her eyes were glistening with fresh tears. She hadn't been dead for long. My father had been a doctor and a few times I'd seen dead people and Bella aunt May was still warm when I went to check her pulse. Bella was unconsciously sobbing and I picked her up.
"Bella" I whispered and her face contorted into agony. She slowly opened her eyes and when she saw me gazing back at her she tried to smile; but then she broke down again.
"She's gone Edward" she whimpered and clung to me as she cried into my chest. I felt like crying with her because she was me. We were the other halves of each other. I'd carried her to the front door and awaited the ambulance I'd called and then it came.

Now; I am sitting beside Bella at the funeral and she is getting ready to sing. She'd promised her Aunt May that she'd sing at her funeral a song she'd written when she was fifteen and I'd never heard it or her voice; so I was anxious.
"And now, Isabella Swan; the niece of May Swan, will now sing a song she wrote when she was fifteen" the priest said and Bella stood shakily. She walked to the front of the crowd and sat at the piano. When she started to play the notes, I started to cry with her.

"Spend all your time waiting

for that second chance

for a break that would make it okay

there's always one reason

to feel not good enough

and it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction

oh beautiful release

memory seeps from my veins

let me be empty

and weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel

fly away from here

from this dark cold hotel room

and the endlessness that you fear

you are pulled from the wreckage

of your silent reverie

you're in the arms of the angel

may you find some comfort there

so tired of the straight line

and everywhere you turn

there's vultures and thieves at your back

and the storm keeps on twisting

you keep on building the lie

that you make up for all that you lack

it don't make no difference

escaping one last time

it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh

this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel

fly away from here

from this dark cold hotel room

and the endlessness that you fear

you are pulled from the wreckage

of your silent reverie

you're in the arms of the angel

may you find some comfort there

you're in the arms of the angel

may you find some comfort here". She whispered the last line as the tears streamed down her cheeks and the whole funeral erupted into sorrowed applause.

Later, Bella also read out a poem she'd written.
(This is an original poem)

BPOV
I shakily walked up to the front again and stood in front of everyone I knew and everyone my Aunt knew. I took a deep, wispy breath and spoke.

"Do you remember long ago?
when the whisper was a lie?
you said you'd always be there for me,
but that really didn't apply.

It seems that god had other plans,
ones to make me cry,
it seems that his other plan,
was one where you would die.

I've lost everything,
I've lost my heart,
I've lost my family,
and what I else, I can't even start.

The tears are never ending,
these eyes are rimmed with red,
as my mother, my father, my brother, my aunt,
all of you are dead.

I have only one person,
who is the key to healing my heart,
and I know that I would die too,
if we ever were to part.

I still can't imagine,
I still fail to see,
what purpose there is,
in taking you all from me.

I take in a shaky breath,
because I know I'll be alright,
even if I have to grief,
for many days and nights.

And I will grieve for you,
I will let the tears fall,
for a life without all of you,
would have been no life at all.

The night comes as a blanket,
to forget everything I feel,
but when morning comes and I wake up,
everything feels much more real.

But as I breath and I live,
I let out an agonized sigh,
but with him here,
I whisper to you all…'Goodbye'". I finished and rushed off into the nearest bathroom. I curled up into a ball and cried to myself for hours. I could tell because it had gotten dark. Eventually Edward came into the female toilets as if he didn't are; and he nurtured me for hours again until eventually; I'd fallen asleep in his arms.

EPOV
She was so fragile; so strong; but I didn't know what to do. She was also… very, very broken.

Sooo?... what did you think?

That song is called 'Angel' and it's by Sarah McLaughlan.