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The Little Human

Set in New moon, after Edward leaves. Bella hasn't spoken in four months. She barely eats, she wakes each night screaming and Charlie is at his wit's end. Bella takes a walk in the woods, with the intention of taking her own life. Instead, she meets a woman, young and beautiful, who offers her everything she wants - needs - to get Edward back, without three days of screaming pain and an insatiable bloodlust. But there is a price. Bella must give up her voice, and then, she has three days to get Edward to prove his love for her. She agrees readily - after all, why would she need a voice when she hasn't spoken in four months, and if Edward still doesn't love her, she'll probably just kill herself anyway. So, the spell is performed, and Bella goes to sleep that night without any nightmares, eager for her new life to begin. However, the results aren't quite what she expected...

Yeah, I know, Little Mermaid rip-off Ok, I don't actually own a single copy of Twilight, New Moon or Eclipse. I know, *gasp* Shock horror, etc... But anywho, what I'm saying is that some of this might not be completely accurate, but I tried, ok? Just bear with me...

1. I ~ Worthless

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It had been four months since he – I refused to think the name, as it only brought me pain – had left.

In those four months I had felt almost every emotion, except happiness.

Sure, I faked a smile for Charlie, but then I faked a lot of things these days. I faked that I was happy, I faked that I was healthy – Hell, I pretty much faked living!

Charlie had all but given up on me. After numerous futile attempts to get me to speak, to smile, to laugh, he had finally accepted that I wasn’t going to heal. And not only him, but also Renee – funny how I didn’t think of her as mum anymore. Or perhaps not so much, as even ‘mum’ brought back memories, bitter-sweet, of his mother… She who had accepted me, cared for me, loved me.

Or so I’d thought, until they’d all packed up and – I shuddered – left. But his betrayal was the worst of all. He who had said countless times that he loved me, who’s words and promises had all been erased on that final day when… But no. I would not go there, for the sake of my sanity.

At that moment, as if summoned by my pain – I shook from my head the memories of the one of them who could feel other’s pain, sense, and manipulate, their emotions – Charlie walked in. As was his custom, he called out my name. As was mine, I didn’t reply. Not a word had passed my lips in the four months since he’d left. Not since the night I was found, at least.

According to Charlie, Sam Uley from the reservation had brought me back, and they had put me to bed, where I had lain for 48 hours, not moving, curled into a foetal ball and muttering: ‘He’s gone, he’s gone.’, with the occasional: ‘Edward’ (I flinched again, clutching at the hole in my chest where my heart ought to be) or ‘Why?’ thrown in for good measure.

That was when Charlie started to worry – I had been missing for days, and I hadn’t eaten, nor drank, in about a week. He forced me to eat a little, and drink plenty, fearing I was becoming incoherent from lack of food and dehydration, when, in reality, the cause was so much worse than starvation… Him.

He was the cause.

I could no longer hide my pain as I began to sob, softly. I heard Charlie climbing the stairs, coming to check on me, and I pulled myself together, unwilling to let him see me like this, unwilling for him to have to witness, to share, my pain.

No, this burden was mine to bear. I deserved it, deserved everything I got, because I was nothing.

I was not good enough.

Not good enough for him, not good enough for anything.


Yes, that was me.


Worth less than nothing because, not only was I alone, I was also broken.

Good for nothing, worth less than nothing.

That was me; Bella Swan... worthless.