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Message in a Bottle

Summary:
Edward's parents have just died. Bella just broke up with long time boyfriend, James. Neither know the other exists until Bella finds Edward's message in a bottle on the beach. Can love overcome death and pain? AU/AH messageinabottle.jpg picture by doomedsoul1212


Notes:
So this is a story i've been thinking about doing for a while. Read on!


1. Chapter 1

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 1277   Review this Chapter

Chapter One:

Dead.

The word kept repeating over and over again in my head. My parents are dead and I’m an orphan. I could feel myself going into shock and I sank into a chair in my dark house. I left most of the lights off and I never bothered to turn them back on as I sat in the cold darkness of my otherwise empty house.

They can’t be dead. This is all some twisted nightmare and I’ll wake up tomorrow and find out that it was all a dream. And yet in the back of my mind a little voice kept whispering that it wasn’t a dream and that my parents were really dead.

I started to get that creeping feeling you get when you feel like all the walls are closing in on you and I stood up shakily and walked out onto my wrap around deck. My mom had always loved the deck and just thinking of her brought a lump to my throat and tears to my eyes.

I wiped angrily at my cheeks. You can’t cry Edward. They wouldn’t want you to cry. I thought to myself.

I started pacing as the restless feeling crept up on me again. I hated that there was nothing I could do. I hated that I would never hear my mom or dad’s voice again. I hated that I was such a pathetic excuse of a son. I hated that no one understood how I felt. I hated how everyone tried to console me. I hated that they left me. I hated that I was alone. I hated that I hated so many things.

I went back inside and grabbed a bottle of wine out of my liquor cabinet and a wineglass. I poured myself a glass and sat in one of the deck chairs.

How had this happened? How had I woken up one day happy and carefree and the next full of hatred towards the unfairness of life and alone? How had it come down to the fact that my parents were dead and I wasn’t? That question brought up many others, most of them ‘what ifs?’

What if I hadn’t gone to the store? What if I had checked what my mom thought was a gas leak? What if we had gone out to dinner like they had wanted? What if they hadn’t moved into that house at all? Would they still be gone?

You know that saying ‘you never understand what you have until it’s gone?’ Well I finally understand and now it’s too late. God, I sound like a pathetic loser.

Self-hatred started to fill me and I threw back the glass of wine and poured another, which I sipped slower than the first.

I looked contemplatively at the wine bottle in front of me. I started thinking about a book I had read recently, Message in a Bottle by Nicholas Sparks and that gave me an idea. I took the bottle inside and poured the rest of the wine down the sink drain, it wasn’t very good anyways. Then I picked up a pen and a sheet of paper and started to write.

*~*~*~*~*~*

About an hour later I finished my letter and wrote my address at the bottom of the page. Then I rolled it up and stuck it in the now dry wine bottle. I corked it tightly and then dipped it in some wax that I had melted off a candle and as a final precaution wrapped packing tape around the entire top of the bottle.

I carried my bottle outside and stood at the edge of the ocean. I hadn’t thought this far ahead in my plan and now I had no idea how to get my bottle past the tide.

The sun was just setting and I noticed a couple of men dragging a boat out towards the waves. It looked like they had a cooler in their boat and I figured they would go out far enough to get my bottle on the right track to nowhere.

“Hey!” I called, jogging up to them. They both looked at me warily and I hurried to explain.

“Are you going out past the tide?” I asked. One of the men nodded quickly. “When you get out there can you throw this as far as you can?” I asked.

They looked at my like I was crazy, which I could understand, but took the bottle and nodded. I shot them a grateful smile and turned to go back home. Who knew where my bottle would end up, but I had just poured my heart out on a piece of paper that some stranger would end up reading. Oh well, it was worth a shot.

BPOV

“It’s over.” I said. “I’m sorry.” I added as an after thought, though honestly I wasn’t. I was done with James and all his shitty games. I was done with his abuse. I was done with his torment. I was done with him.

I walked out of his house with my head held high. As I slipped into my almost new black Porsche I decided to go spend my first weekend to myself in too long down at my beach house.

I drove the 2 hours with the radio as my company and sang along to all the songs I knew. Before the drive would take me 3 hours but with this great little car I could make it in 2 as long as I didn’t get pulled over for speeding. I rolled my windows down as I got closer and let the salty air rush in. I laughed aloud at how free I felt.

It felt good to be away from that psycho and his sadistic ways. I was tired of his bullshit and Alice finally knocked it into my head that I needed to break up with him.

Alice and Emmett are my best friends. They were the sunlight in my dark, James filled days. Even though he hated that I would go see them I still did. He may have tried to control me, but he couldn’t break me.

I parked in front of my beach house and stepped out of my car, locking it. I passed the house and headed straight for the beach. The sight of the waves always calmed me, and a long walk on the beach was just what I needed right now.

I walked at a slow, leisurely pace looking down at the ground to see if there were any interesting shells. As I was walking I noticed something half buried in the sand that didn’t look natural. I picked it up and brushed it off. It was a wine bottle.

Some idiot left his trash here for others to pick up. I thought angrily. As I looked closer I noticed that the top of the bottle was taped with packing tape. I looked curiously at the bottle and started making my way back home. *~*~*~*~*~* I unlocked the door and without bothering to turn on any lights I went into the kitchen to get a knife. It took a few minutes but I finally got the tape off and the edge of it to scrape off some of the wax. Using my corkscrew, I worked the cork out of the bottle and turned it upside down and shook it. Finally, after some time, the object of my desires fell out, a rolled up piece of paper. I started reading. Dear Whoever You Are,I am about to pour my heart out onto this page…