Disclaimer: Time continues, yes, but the ownership over Twilight and New Moon continue to stay the same, so henceforth, I don't own 'em.
AN: Would you all like me to stop killing Bella now? I swear I love her, I really do, but she's one of the few characters people care about that can actually die. That's the only reason for my consistent killings of her. I will try to keep it to only two more times I kill her. Try being the key word.
Now, just side information that no one probably cares to know, but I am terrible with medical tape. I had to wrap my finger (jammed it a little at volleyball) and it is incredibly sloppy. The first time I wrapped it the tip of my finger turned a deep purple-blue. Ah, well.
Just so you now, this is inspired by the song "When She Cries". It's when Edward has left, and Charlie hears Bella at night. Now, go on and read.
By the way, did anybody read Stephenie's Eclipse quote of the day today? "I was just wondering why you stabbed him. Not that I object." — Edward Cullen hah. It makes me smile. That's bad that it does, isn't it? Ah well.
My Child's Torture
He stared at the darkened ceiling, not really seeing the bumpy texture of the pale paint. It was the middle of the night, and the darkness was pressing, the air heavy like it too was sleeping, along with the rest of Forks inhabitants. He seemed to be the only one awake, listening intently to the night.
Suddenly there came a sound from his beloved child's bedroom. She was tossing and turning violently through out the course of her dream, which he had long since figured out what it was about.
"No!" he heard her cry, "please, don't, don't leave!" her voice was fainter now, laced with pain as she begged with the bastard in her nightmare. The pleading in her voice, the loneliness and pain intertwined, wrenched at his heart, yanking viciously at it, until it was on the verge of breaking, just like the terrible night when his daughter disappeared with his wife. He faintly recalled her saying the same words her mother had on that horrible occasion to him last spring vacation, when she had run off to Phoenix. But that was long forgotten now, that pain replaced with this new, helpless one.
He longed to run and wake her, hold her and chase the monsters away like when she was little, before she was taken away. But he knew it didn't help now, the dream would just return later, and he couldn't chase the monster away for it had already run off, which was exactly what plagued her mind.
If he ever returns, he thought savagely, I will personally kill him, as slowly as I can. But, would that just distress his child more? He groaned and covered his face with his hands. He despised feeling this helpless, not being able to do a damned thing to help the one he loved so much, held so dear.
His thoughts were interrupted by a blood curdling scream. She had awoken. It took every ounce of self control he had not to jump out of bed and run to her. She always just brushed her tears away and told him it was 'just a dream' in the terrifyingly dead voice she now spoke in. It was quite for a few minutes, and then he heard her sobs, her ragged breaths as tears poured out of the brown eyes that were so like her mothers.
A tear trickled out of his own eye as he felt as though someone was ripping at his gut and heart. Why couldn't he fix this? Why did that boy ever come into her life? Why did he ever destroy his child? His only child? The sadistic bastard was going to pay. But now, his main focus was his daughter. She was still sobbing, though it had quieted a bit. As much as listening to her tears hurt, it was also a slight relief. She still contained some emotion, she wasn't completely dead inside, though these dreams tore her up inside. The dead state, the walking comatose she went around in, was worse than the scream and pain filled nights they both endured. During the day, she wasn't his little Bella. She was a shell of a girl, a shadow of what she once was. Her body was there, yet her spirit, her fire, extinguished. Not a single spark in her eye, no smiles graced her haunted face. And she just went in an endless routine, a circle, not even a sphere, just a flat, emotionless circle. That always hurt the worst, cut him the deepest. He had felt a part of him die too, at the same time her flare did.
He wanted to help his child, so bad, but he didn't know how. He couldn't bear to send her away to some ward, where she would be treated as one of the insane, rather than one of the depressed, one in desperate need of love. He needed to help; feeling like he couldn't sliced deeper into the wounds, and ripped his already tattered heart even more.
God, please let me help my child. God, please stop the torture.
"When She Cries" by Restless Heart song lyrics
The road I have travelled on
Is paved with good intentions
It's littered with broken dreams
That never quite came true
When all of my hopes were dying
Her love kept me trying
And she does her best to hide the pain that she's been through
When she cries at night
And she doesn't think that I can hear her
She tries to hide all the fear she feels inside
So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
'Cause I die a little each time
When she cries
She's always been there for me
Whenever I've fallen
When nobody else believed
She'd be there by my side
I don't know how she takes it
Just once I'd like to make it
Then there'll be tears of joy
That fill her loving eyes
When she cries at night
And she doesn't think that I can hear her
She tries to hide all the fear she feels inside
So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
'Cause I die a little each time
When she cries
So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
'Cause I die a little each time
When she cries