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That first week

Summary:
That first week Edward left Bella was kept a dark secret, stuffed in a box and shoved into the corner of an attic, never to be thought of again. Here is my version... Image


Notes:
This is my first fanfic EVER! I hope you all enjoy it! So please review! Flames welcome! Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! All these characters belong to our most beloved Stephanie Meyer, I just play with them XD!


1. Day One: The beginning...of the end.

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"Where did they go?" I mumbled.

He stared at me. "Didn't Edward tell you?"

I shook my head, recoiling. The sound of his name unleashed the thing that was clawing inside of me-a pain that knocked me breathless, astonished me with it's force.

Charlie eyed me doubtfully as he answered. "Carlisle took a job with a big hospital in Los Angeles. I guess they threw a lot of money at him."

Sunny L.A. The last place they would really go. I remembered my nightmare with the mirror...the bright sunlight shimmering off of his skin-

Agony ripped through me with the memory of his face.

"I want to know if Edward left you alone out there in the middle of the woods," Charlie insisted.

His name sent another wave of torture through me. I shook my head, frantic, desperate to escape the pain.

"It was my fault. He left me right here on the trail, in sight of the house...but I tried to follow him."

Charlie started to say something...

Charlie's POV

I opened my mouth to say something, but she covered her ears. "I can't talk about this anymore, Dad. I want to go to my room."

Without awaiting my answer, she scrambled up from the couch and lurched up the stairs; I heard her slam her bedroom door and lock it. I departed from the living room and made my way through the door. Four people were still left outside waiting, even though the sun was beginning to rise and they were searching for hours to find Bella. Sam Uley-the one who had actually found Bella, curled up on the forest floor- was accompanied by a kid, well a man by the size of him, who lived on the reservation-his name i could not recall.

They ambled towards me, their faces each masked with worry, even though Bella was safe and inside. "How is she?" Sam asked. The other two men-Mike Newton and his father- looked up in interest.

"I don't know, Sam. I don't know." I sighed.

"Well, we should probably get going, it's late." said Mr. Newton. "Call us with any news. Goodnight Charlie."

"But Dad! Bella-"

"Bella," Mr. Newton interrupted his son," just needs some time to deal with this alone. Just give her some space son"

With that Mr. Newton headed towards the suburban parked on the curb. Mike grumbled unintelligently, but got in the van; I watched as they drove down the street and out of view.

Sam walked up and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "It will be ok, Charlie. Don't worry. Call us in a week...Goodnight." He walked to his car and Embry-his name I now recall- said goodnight as they left, waving through the window as they passed. I wandered into the house, closing the door and locking the dead bolt, before heading up the stairs. As I passed Bell's room, I could hear her broken sobs through the door. My hand hesitated in the doorknob. Time. Give her some time, Charlie. She just needs time. I repeated to myself. I continued down the hallway, just praying it would get better, that this wasn't the end...

Bella's POV

His words sounded in my head; It will be as if i never existed. A sob rose in my throat as the tears came harder. I was stiil on the floor, huddled by the bed, but I couldn't bring myself to even want to move either.

Only two thoughts were running through my mind, each tripping over eachother as i though them over: His words, It will be as if I never existed. As if he never existed? That was absurd. He HAD to exist, there could be no other way...But this was only second in comparison to the secong though: He's gone. He-is-gone. Never to come back. I will never see his perfect face again. Never. Nothing in the world could change that, but I wasn't in pain. It was like I was under pain medications-numb.

I sat there for hours, waiting for the pain to come, but it didn't. But as the time passed, I could not sleep, instead I just sunk depper and deeper into my comatose state...