Though My Eyes Could See
A seventeen year old grief-stricken Bella flees from Forks to live with her father in Wyoming after her mother's tragic death, and to escape from the betrayal of her step-father. In this beautiful, strange new environment Bella is given a chance for a better, more happier life. But is she strong enough to overcome what she lost? And will she be able to resist the passion of a certain cowboy who seems all too willing to help? Follow Bella through her journey in her search for strength, and with it, the beginnings of a whole new life. AU Human.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. ~*~ "All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on."Henry Ellis
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"Mom?" Bella whispered, a glisten of tears trickling down her cheek. "Please...don't...don't leave me."
Clinging to her mother's life with the last of her strength, Bella laid her head on her mother's chest and closed her eyes, choking back a silent sob.
"You said you would always be there for me. You said you would fight. I thought you were strong enough...you are strong enough...please. Don't leave me like this."
A soft sigh whispered in her ear, and with a start Bella lifted her head to stare down at her mother's frail, pale face. Her eyes were open now, a dark shade of green flickering dully in the dim light of the hospital room. Hope flared through her, and with a faint smile she squeezed her mother's hand and whispered once more.
"Bella..." Her mother blinked at her daughter lovingly, unfortunately it being the only gesture she could make. Bella had to lower her head in able to hear the words uttered from her mother's mouth, and even then it was a weaker attempt than before.
"I love you...stay strong."
Bella's eyes widened, and as she turned her head to gaze once more into her mother's eyes, never did she imagine it would be the last time. Her brown eyes filled with fresh new tears as she watched her mother take her last breath of life, and in that moment a chasm of grief transpired within her, causing her to cry out in anguish.
Moving away from the bed, Bella pressed her back against the wall and stared down at the lifeless body of her mother, her lips moving to gently form the words, "You promised me you would fight. You promised." With silver tears trailing down her cheeks, Bella crossed her arms and sucked in a long, deep breath.
How can I stay strong now that you're gone?
Closing her eyes, Bella turned around and pounded the wall with her fists.
I wanted to be just like you! But now you've made that impossible. Impossible!
With a gasp, Bella whipped around and stared across the room to meet the penetrating gaze of her step-father, Phil. He was looking at her solemnly, carrying a folded up piece of paper in his hands. She glared at him and whispered fiercely, "She's dead. Renee's dead."
"I know," Phil murmured softly, taking a step forward. "I'm so sorry."
"No," Bella snapped. "You're not."
His eyes widened slightly, before clouding over with pain. "And why do you say that, Bella?"
Bella shook her head, wondering why he bothered asking her that when he clearly already knew the answer. He wanted her to say it out loud. As if it wasn't already horrible enough!
"You're despicable," Bella growled angrily, striding towards him until they were face-to-face. Sticking her chin up, she stared at him and murmured fiercely, "You've known all along what you've done you sick, lying bastard! If you had truly loved her all along she would've been strong enough to fight it!"
"Fight what?" Phil said quietly. "The sickness? Bella, those kinds of things can't be controlled. It was bound to hap-"
"No it wasn't!" Bella exclaimed, glaring at him with a strong, deeply found hatred. "If you wouldn't have done it, she would've been happier. She would've fought harder. You stupid, idiotic man! Do you even know what you did?" Before he had the chance to answer, she sucked in another breath and cried out brokenly, "You killed her!"
Phil's drained, troubled face turned into a mask of shock. Following that was a wave of outrage, and then lastly, an expression so filled with sadness that Bella had no choice but to look away.
"I will never forgive you," she whispered firmly, clenching her hands tightly into fists. "You may have had a part in Renee's life, but you will never stand a chance in mine."
And with that, Bella grabbed her jacket and her keys off the chair in the corner and strode past Phil, rapidly fleeing the room. She couldn't stop the sobs as they escaped her lips, making it difficult for her to breathe. Flinging open the door to one of the stairways, she took each step one at a time, avoiding falling and cracking her skull when all she wanted was to get the hell out of there.
By the time she was out she headed towards her car in the parking lot, nearly going straight into the path of an oncoming car. It swerved, letting out a piercing scream, but she didn't stop. Her heart was pounding hard inside her chest, and the slippery tears that cascaded down her face blinded her vision, leaving a drop of anguish with each step she took.
A million thoughts flooded her mind, each one seeming to find a place in every beating of her heart. After what seemed like days, she finally managed to find her old red pick-up truck, and with a shaky sigh of relief she unlocked the door and slipped inside, resting her head immediately against the back of the seat.
Finally, a place in which she could just let go.
Wrapping her trembling hands around the steering wheel, Bella closed her tear-filled eyes and let out several short, heart-broken sobs.
Everything is lost...everything.
With that thought in mind her whole body convulsed with grief, and a single thought remained.
How can I ever be the same again?