Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight Saga, Stephenie Meyer does.
January
When nothing is all you know, nothing is all you expect. I had forgotten almost everything; how food tasted, what it was like not to feel the constant pain that consumed my heart. My heart no longer felt like it was there at all, like it was a black hole that rested where my heart should be. Life now, was a blur. There was a world for everyone else, and one just for me. Mine was filled with my pain, and the ongoing torture of the fact that I woke up each morning.
I was a shell, an empty worthless shell, cast aside, and crushed by the merciless crashing waves. My pain was my anchor, and my rock. Without it, I would wither away, like a plant without water. I passed through each day, like it were one long day that blended together.
I was catapulted from my world of pain, with the sound of a thud on the table, and Charlie saying, "That's it, Bella! I'm sending you home."
A/N: Well, that's it, fanfic complete. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and thank you for reading. :D