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Summary:
What happens when it is your birthday and your boyfriend has horrible news-he is moving-far away. later that night, you see him in dire pain in the woods. then the rest of his family that you love dearly is in that same horrible pain. what will happen next for Bella? Rated ADULT just to be safe! Disclaimer-i dont own anything except the plot.


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7. Chapter 7

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The next morning, I woke up with the perfect song in my head that I could sing at the funeral. I started writing it down and titled it When You’re Gone.

We set the date of the funeral 3 weeks later—the day that I revealed my love to Edward-those wonderful six years ago.

We picked out the attire for the Cullens. What I picked out for Alice, I thought that it was really her-colorful (blue), bubbly, and a little gothic. I got a strapless dress that ended about mid-thigh and it was black and white-you know, traditional in a way. It had a sash under the bust and outlines of flowers riding up, and then there were little stars flowing upward. She had white flats with black stars. She had a gothic bracelet and chocker. She even had a satin blue headband worn as a chocker—her own design. She had blue rose earrings, and a sapphire bracelet and ring. She also had a blue flower ring with a diamond in the middle. And she had a blue headband. Her makeup consisted of blue eye shadow, blue liner, blue nail polish, black mascara, lip gloss and blush. She looked beautiful, as if she was alive, and not really real-like an angel.

Rosalie’s makeup was similar, but she had purple eye shadow, purple lip gloss, purple nail polish, black liner blush, and black mascara. She also had a strapless dress, but it was all white. There was a white belt that went under the bust. We continued the Alice’s design and got a purple headband and put it around the neck. There was also a necklace that was 3 chains and a cross. A 14K Gold Pink Tourmaline bracelet, antique style 18k gold diamond and tanzanite right hand ring, Sterling Silver Amethyst Tanzanite Ring, 14K Gold Pink Tourmaline Ring, a white flower ring with a diamond in the middle, diamond bracelet, hair pins with a tanzanite gem in the center, and diamond studs. She had black flats. To say she was beautiful would be an insult.

Esme was just as beautiful. She had the same makeup but in red, and she had lipstick, not lip gloss. She had a red flower ring with a diamond in the center, oval ruby and diamond bracelet, with also a diamond bracelet, and a ring that had garnet gems and a gold band. She had a gothic chocker and a cross, red rose earring studs, a headband that matched the ring, and the Alice headband thing. The dress was simple-white, strapless, with a black ribbon sash under the bust, and she had gray flats. She was flawless.

The guys all wore dress shirts-the color with the respective couple, dress pants, and the only thing different was the shoes. Jasper had black and white addias sneakers, Emmett black VANS sneakers, Carlisle had dress shoes, and Edward had black converse.

And for me? Well, I had the same makeup but in black, giving me the smoky eye. The dress was also strapless-black though, with a black sash at the waist. The key necklace, a cross and a black headband around the neck. The engagement ring, the promise rings, and a black flower ring with a diamond in the middle. A diamond bracelet, a black clutch, and black rose studs. A black hat and the only color that was in my outfit were in the blush and the blood red lip gloss. The heels that Alice bough me-really skinny heels.

I knew it would kill me to wear them, but I didn’t care. I wanted to die. Everything that meant anything to me was gone, so what was the point?

Alice and Rosalie would be proud of making them look heavenly, and that is an understatement.

The funeral parlor was beautiful. The Cullens were placed in a semi-circle, and the room had multi-colored roses. The sign above read- The Cullen Family. Gone, but not forgotten.

The wake was 3 hours long, and I couldn’t cry. The tears wouldn’t come out. I just looked at the floor blankly and hoped to God that I would slip in these heals, hit my head and die.

While I watched them get buried, I sang my song.

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok
I miss you

I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do reminds me of you
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok
I miss you

We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were, yeah
All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear will always get me through the day and make it ok
I miss you

I sang with as heart as I could. Still no tears came.

Once everyone left, I broke down and cried. I cried and cried for hours and just sat down in front of them. I read the stones.

Carlisle Cullen

Born-December 23, 1970 Died-August 25, 2005

Beloved father, husband, son, friend, brother, colleague, and so much more

Esme Cullen

Born-July 6, 1970 Died-August 25, 2005

Beloved mother, wife, daughter, friend, sister and so much more

Emmett Cullen

Born-April 5, 1990 Died-August 25, 2005

Beloved son, brother, friend and so much more

Alice Cullen

Born-November 14, 1991 Died-August 25, 2005

Beloved daughter, sister, friend and so much more

Edward Cullen

Born-January 30, 1991 Died-August 25, 2005

Beloved son, brother, friend and so much more

Rosalie Hale

Born-June 28, 1990 Died-August 25, 2005

Beloved daughter, sister, friend and so much more

Jasper Hale

Born-June 28, 1990 Died-August 25, 2005

Beloved son, brother, friend and so much more

“GOD, WHY DID YOU TAKE THOSE ANGELIC PEOPLE TO HEAVEN? DID YOU NEED THEM THAT MUCH TO TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME? TO TAKE EDWARD AWAY FROM ME? WHY! PLEASE TELL ME! GIVE ME A SIGN! OR BETTER YET, JUST KILL ME NOW! I HAVE NO REASON TO LIVE! JUST KILL ME NOW!” I said through sobs.

I want to die. Just strike me wit a bolt and kill me now.

1 YEAR LATER

I haven’t talked, ate, drank, slept, wrote music or anything. I started eating and drinking after a month. Eight months after that, I started to change my outfits to just black to different shades of grey and black. It was only a month ago that I did what Edward asked-to continue writing the music that he loved. I wrote one song already.

FIELD OF INNOCENCE

I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now

Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all

I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now

Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything

Iesu, Rex admirabilis
Et triumphator nobilis,
Dulcedo ineffabilis,
Totus desiderabilis.

Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything
Oh, Where

Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything

I still remember.

2 YEARS LATER (after the 1 year mark, so it’s been 3 yrs since the accident)

My mom couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t take that I was suffering. I know that it has been three years but it doesn’t matter to me. God must like making me suffer because he hasn’t sent anything to kill me. I was writing another song.

LIKE YOU

Stay low.
Soft, dark, and dreamless,
Far beneath my nightmares and loneliness.
I hate me,
For breathing without you.
I don't want to feel anymore for you.

Grieving for you,
I'm not grieving for you.
Nothing real love can't undo,
And though I may have lost my way,
All paths lead straight to you.

I long to be like you,
Lie cold in the ground like you.

That is all I had so far. I dropped the page on the floor without noticing, but my mom did. She read it over and said, “That is it Isabella Marie Swan! I am sending you to your father! I can’t deal with this anymore! And we are going to Italy for the summer. My word is final.”

FOUR DAYS LATER

I was in the airplane terminal in Italy waiting for my mom with the bags.

I was trying to complete the song when all of a sudden; some old pervert comes up to me and asks me if I want to join him in a drink. “Excuse me sir, but can you see that I am mourning? I am wearing all black.” “Well I guess I have to change that.” He grabs my wrist and starts pulling. I scream. “HELP! I DON’T KNOW THIS MAN!” He puts a cloth over my mouth and nose and all I can think of is Edward.

I wake up in a room full of people-some looking confused, some looking scared, and others looking exited. I decided to keep to myself and finish the song.

Halo,
Blinding wall between us.
Melt away and leave us alone again.
The humming, haunted somewhere out there.
I believe our love can see us through in death.

I long to be like you,
Lie cold in the ground like you.
There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you,
I'm coming for you.

You're not alone,
No matter what they told you, you're not alone.
I'll be right beside you forevermore.

I long to be like you, sis,
Lie cold in the ground like you did.
There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you.

And as we lay in silent bliss,
I know you remember me.

I long to be like you,
Lie cold in the ground like you.
There's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you,
I'm coming for you.

I turned the page and started to write another song.

MY IMMORTAL

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me, ohh…

All of me, ohh…

All of me

I decided to sneak out-what is the harm? I walked out and saw the architecture and awed at the sight. It was beautiful. I came to an end of the hallway and saw a door slightly open.

I opened the door and tried to scream at the sight but could find my voice. It was a room full of dead bodies and the blood was sucked out of them dry.

I heard footsteps coming my way……

“What are you doing here?” I turned to find a petite woman glaring at me. I she looked in my eye and then started screaming.

I ran away. My song dropped, but I don’t care. I could always write it again. I had to focus on running away.