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Chapter 3
Forks, Washington, 2006
EPOV
'Where is that church? I've been driving around this area for 15 minutes already and I still can't find that church! Urrghhh! Charlie will be so disappointed when he finds out that I, his most trusted fellow police officer, am late for his only daughter's funeral…Shit, shit, shit!'
WHAT? This cannot be happening. No…Maybe there's another police officer in Forks named Charlie with one daughter, maybe…My mind was in denial mode now. I continued reading this person's thoughts, silently praying that this deceased person was not Bel- No, I must not think that. Not when there's still a sliver of hope left…
'I should have ended my shift earlier. Arghhh! Where is 483 Napier Street? I should-'
483 Napier Street. All I had to do was to go there and find out all the answers, I thought excitedly.
I drove past this church during the numerous times that I drove Bella home, so I knew that it was situated two blocks down the road. I leaped out of Bella's room and ran to the church, all the while making sure that no one would notice me. I perched into the Douglas fir next to the church and started to eavesdrop.
'What a poor young lady; dying at such a young age, only 18…' an old lady thought sadly.
'How can they pronounce her dead after only one day of searching? And it washer fatherwho decided to close his daughter's missing case…She was missing for only 24 hours though…'
'I just hope that she's happy in heaven right now. I'll miss you, Isabella Marie Swan. You were the best friend a person could have.' I recognized Angela's voice.
It was Bella. How could she have died? Who killed her?
How could Charlie close her missing case so soon? There were only two answers. Either she committed suicide and left him, or someone, a note. Or, he knew about her death beforehand…But he could not have had a hand in her death; he loved her too much, and he would have been killed as soon as she died. He would have done anything to prevent her death.
So…she killed herself? How? Why? When? Where? Why did she have to do that one day before I came here? Of course, she couldn't have known that you were coming back, I thought to myself bitterly. But why? Why now?
If she was so heartbroken after I left, why did she take her own life just now? Not right after I left?
Unless…unless she moved on, but that guy dumped her? And she couldn't survive two heartbreaks in a row? If that was the case, I would torture the guy who dumped her to no end. Make him feel as much pain as possible before I ripped him to shreds.
But then I remember that I had left her too. And that whoever this guy was, he had healed her, before leaving her. Was she beyond repair? Was that the reason why he had given up? Did I leave her in a condition that she would never recover from?
'Ha! Bella hasfinallydied! She was basically a zombie with one foot in hell the day that Edward left. Serves her right for stealingmyEdward from me!' Pictures of Bella moving robotically days after her 18th birthday appeared in her mind. Bella looked…empty, like only her body was there, and her mind and soul had flown away. Her hair wasn't shiny anymore, and there were visible bags under her pained, tired eyes. I noticed that she had lost a lot of weight, too. I cringed at the onslaught of images of the depressed Bella. 'From the day that she set foot in Forks, every boy was after her: Mike, Eric,myTyler, even the untouchable EDWARD CULLEN! Now she finally got the fate that she deserved: burning in hell for eternity.' I couldn't listen to her vile thoughts anymore; they were like acid slowly dripping into the vacant spot where my heart used to be.
'Ahhh…Bella, if you didn't choose to date that asshole Edward Cullen, then you wouldn't have grieved over his leave and immersed yourself into a coma-like state. You should have chosenmefrom the start. And that Jacob Black! He comforted you, but he seems creepy to me. Who knew what he had up his sleeve?'
Jacob Black. Black. That seems oddly familiar. Wait…wasn't Ephraim Black the person with whom we had made the boundary treaty seventy years ago? Jacob Black…was his descendent? Then that meant that Jacob was a…werewolf?
As if to confirm my suspicions, a picture of a very tall boy, with olive skin tone and black hair, danced across his mind. Exactly how a werewolf in human form would look like!
Too much things were happening. I needed to get away from here, to go somewhere to process all of this new information. I jumped out of the tree and ran.
2 days later, La Push, Washington, 2006
BPOV
I listened closely to my heart's last pounding beat; a sound that I will never hear again. Then, I realized that the pain was gone.
I opened my eyes, and was started by the clarity of everything around me. I could see every minute detail of the objects around me, close and far away. I looked around in amazement, absorbing every insignificant aspect of the things around me.
I took in a lungful of breath. It wasn't necessary, but I could practically taste the room around me.
"Hello Bella," a deep voice said from behind me, startling me; I hadn't realized that someone was also in this room with me. "It seems that you have woken up."
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