Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer does.
December
Once or twice, while driving, I convinced myself I saw Edward, and hit the breaks in my truck. When I saw it wasn't him, I couldn't force myself to continue driving, I hated myself, for thinking it was him. Charlie had to leave work, and drive me all the way home, to make sure I got home safely. I stopped eating all together, because the hunger pains were real and helped null the pain in my heart. The pain was still here, but I had something to focus on. My hunger was what held me to life.
Each night, Charlie would just sit in the chair in my room, while I slept, so if I woke up in the night, I could see him, and it would some how soothe me. Some mornings, I would wake up to find him asleep in the chair with paperwork scattered around his feet.
When I wasn't at school, I would sleep. I didn't want to, because the dreams of stumbling around lost in the woods tortured me, but I didn't have the energy to do anything else. It was a destructive circle, I would sleep to ease the pain, the sleep would create the dreams, the dreams would cause the pain to start all over again.
I would only check my emails from Renee, once a week, because I lacked the energy to sit up at the computer, and read anything. The usual response flowed out of me, almost roboticly; "Everything is fine, Charlie is fine."
I didn't even know what was going on, at dinner, when Charlie actually managed to cook chicken, and made us a almost decent meal. I couldn't eat it, it made me feel sick, to look at food. When he handed me a gift, I didn't know what to do with it, it was like I had forgotten everything but the pain. I didn't have anything to give him back. He seemed like he didn't expect anything from me either.
A/N: Not a lot I can say about this chapter. Enjoy!