Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer does.
November
The weather got colder, or so I was told, but I couldn't feel a thing. I was completely numb, I couldn't feel the cold nipping at my cheeks, neither did I notice, whether a the heating was on at home or not. I would sit on the sofa, staring into nothingness. Charlie would come home, and complain that it was colder in the house, than it was outside. I didn't even respond to him anymore. It was like my own voice was abandoning me to. I started skipping a meal a day, the hunger in my stomach, for a few hours a day reminded me that I was still alive.
Some nights, when I screamed of Edward, after my own dreams tortured me, Charlie seemed to take longer to come to my room to comfort me. It made me think he didn't care, like I was a burden to him. At school, I stopped speaking all together. I didn't raise my hand in class, nor did I listen when Jessica and Lauren would gossip. Or even when Angela would glance over at me. I barely saw her, it was like the world was a unreachable blurred place, just beyond my reach.
All I could see in the cafeteria, was the seats that they would have sat on, Alice and Edward were like a fading vison, possibly a trick of the mind. Just thinking of him made my heart twinge with pain. My nights were the same, I waited for the sun to set, wanting to go to sleep and never wake up. Emails from Renee became less frequent, I received one maybe once or twice a week. If that was a week, it felt like a never ending painful day.
I felt like my heart wasn't there any more, all I had was a empty space where it had once been, Edward had taken it with him, when he walked out of my life, leaving only empty hollow pain.
A/N: Got to say; writing a story with no happiness in it at all is hard! I don't know how some people manage to write it so well! Well, enjoy!