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"Bella, Charlie is dead."

"NO HE'S NOT!" I screamed. My legs gave out then and I fell to the ground with Edward's arms still wrapped tightly around me. Everything began to swirl around me and I blacked out.

Bella's Point of View

I woke up to Edward whispering softly in my ear. "Bella, please wake up."

I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to stay right where I was, wherever that was, and die.

Charlie, my father, was dead. This could not be happening to me. Things were just beginning to get better in my life and then this happens.

"Bella honey, please," Edward begged.

What had Charlie ever done to deserve this? He was a caring father who did everything and anything to make me happy. He did nothing wrong with his life, and then that stupid robber had to go and shoot him. I was going to kill that robber!

"Carlisle, it has been two hours! Why isn't she waking up?" Edward asked.

"I told you Edward. Her mind is trying to protect itself. Leave her be," Carlisle said. "She's had a hard day."

Hard didn't even begin to describe it. This was the worst day of my life besides the day Edward left me.

"But two hours Carlisle?" Edward was still panicking. I figured it was timed to wake up.

I groaned softly and immediately felt Edward's hands fly to my face. "Bella?" he asked.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked into Edward's concerned face.

"Oh Bella!" He took me in his arms and sighed. "You scared me half to death. And I'm already dead!"

I looked over his shoulder and took in my surroundings. It looked like I was in Edward's bedroom. He had apparently bought a bed.

He pulled away and looked at me worriedly. "Are you okay Bella?" he asked.

"Was it a dream?" I asked quietly.

He knew what I meant. "No," he said sadly. "It was real."

I closed my eyes tightly and tried to calm myself down. I could tell I was on the verge of a panic attack.

"Bella, how are you feeling?" It was Carlisle talking this time.

I had to be strong. I had to be strong for Edward and Carlisle and everyone else. So I opened my eyes and put on a forced smile. "I feel fine."

Carlisle looked at me oddly but then got a knowing look in his eyes. "Bella, you don't need to pretend to be fine. This is a terrible tragedy," he said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. I pushed Edward away and slowly got to my feet. "I'm not pretending."

"Bella…" Edward put his arms around my waist and spun me around. He looked deeply into my eyes trying to figure out what I was thinking. Something in his look made me crack. Tears began to run down my face.

"Oh Bella." He hugged me tightly swaying slightly back and forth.

I pushed him away and wiped away the tears from my face. "I have to start planning Charlie's funeral. I have to get a casket and set a date. And flowers; I need flowers. And I have to call Renee and Phil. And…"

"Bella, you don't need to do anything. I will take care of it all," Carlisle said.

I went on as if I hadn't heard him. "And I have to figure out where I am going to live. I have to clean up Charlie's house and sort through his things. There is so much to do! Why are we all just standing here?"

"Bella, I think you are still in shock," Edward said quietly.

"No I'm not," I snapped. "Now quit standing there and help me!" I walked to the door and opened it. I turned around and barely caught the glance Carlisle and Edward shared.

"I need you to drive me to Charlie's house Edward," I said.

"Bella, you are in no condition to be making all of these plans. Carlisle already said he would take care of it. And I'm sure Alice would be more then willing to help out too," Edward said.

"I am perfectly capable of planning my father's funeral. Now quit acting like I'm a baby and take me to Charlie's house!" I said angrily.

"Just take her Edward. I will start making phone calls while you are gone," Carlisle said.

He began to talk quickly thinking I wouldn't hear, but I heard. "And help her pack her things. She can live with us. I will have Esme prepare her a room."

I acted like I hadn't heard and turned to walk out the door. Edward caught up with me and tried to hold my hand, but I pushed him away. "I am perfectly capable of walking," I said.

When we made it downstairs, Emmett was talking with Rosalie in the living room. Emmett turned toward me and smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry about what happened Bella," he said quietly.

"Don't be sorry," I snapped. "It's fine."

He looked at me weird but then caught glance of Edward and smiled sadly again. "Okay. Just let me know if you need help with anything."

"I don't need help," I said. "I can do it on my own."

He frowned. "Okay…"

I walked out the front door and turned around. "Are you coming Edward?" I asked.

Quickly, he walked out the door and closed it behind him. He opened the Volvo's door for me and then made his way to the driver's side before backing out and getting onto the road.

When we got to my house, I got out and went inside. I went upstairs to Charlie's room completely aware of Edward trailing behind me.

I went into Charlie's closet and started grabbing his clothes. "Find me a box Edward," I ordered.

"Bella…"

"I said find me a box!"

He left and was back in a second with a few boxes in hand. He set one beside me and watched as I threw Charlie's clothes into it.

I then got down on my knees and started throwing the shoes on the floor of the closet into another box.

When they were all gone, I noticed a little shoebox hidden in the back. I took it and opened it slowly. Its contents shocked me.

Inside of the box were pictures of me. There were pictures of me from when I was a little girl to now. I looked at them one by one.

Once the pictures were gone, I noticed a frame at the very bottom of the box. I took it out and started crying. It was a black and white picture of Charlie and me at the park. I was five years old when it was taken.

In the picture, I was holding an ice cream cone that was dripping and Charlie was holding my hand. I was looking up at him and he was looking down at me both of us smiling hugely.

"What's that?" Edward asked as he knelt down beside me. I gave him the frame and looked down.

"It's a beautiful picture," he said handing it back to me. I put it carefully back in the shoebox along with the rest of the pictures and closed it.

"Bella, you don't need to be strong like this. It's okay to cry," Edward whispered as he stroked my hair. "It only just happened."

"But I have so much to plan. I can't plan it all if I am crying," I said softly.

"Carlisle and Alice will take care of the planning Bella. You just take this time to grieve. It isn't healthy to hold it in."

"Okay," I whispered. I slumped into Edward and cried.

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