Unforgivable Lacerations

Chapter One

All rights to Stephenie Meyer, who owns all characters. But I made this new story line...

I am a British writer who is writing in an American point of view, don't kill if I spell a word wrong, or say a phrase differently. I hope you enjoy. 

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My mind was drowned with the harsh, brutal emotion of nothing. It was as if my mind had switched off, the warm liquid in my veins had cooled and the doors to my soul were slammed shut, locking everyone out as my other half had disappeared.

Twelve weeks.

Twelve weeks since my purpose had fled, leaving me alone to battle the war of not seeing him. If it wasn't for school I would stay in my room, snuggled in my blankets, not knowing how I could step out of this comfortless bed and carry on. 

Not one thing in my life brought me comfort anymore. 

My eyes were stinging as the red tender flesh around my eyes displayed the truth behind my catatonic face. Most of the time I wouldn't know I was crying, my numb skin wasn't ever on my priority list.

Four-fifty-eight, my eyes flicked to the clock on my bedside table, flashing blue numbers. The sky outside was matching my mood with bullets of rain assaulting my window violently, the siblings of thunder and lightning making their presence known with the crashes and claps filling the silence.

I had awoken with the thought that Edward was here. Unconsciously, my arms hand been throwing themselves around the bed. Seeking him. It was when I pushed the lamp off of the table that I woke up, glanced at the lamp that was unbroken on the floor, and then beside me.

Still expecting Edward to be there. To comfort me. To love me.

My thoughts would always come crashing down, stabbing me in the heart with the truth on its way. Heavy breathing followed as it stuttered out of my trembling lips, knowing I would never see him again.

Going to school was worse. Everywhere I went I would be pointed at or have loud whispers echo around the halls. I was the girl who was dumped by Edward Cullen. I was the girl who wasn't good enough, and according to Jessica, everyone knew it wouldn't last long anyway, adding a 'no offense' at the end.

Her words just added a layer to my defense wall of numb, soaking the words up as if it was a sponge. 

Time seemed irrelevant to me now, so when the rain had stopped, leaving the fresh smells of the forest breeze through the window, it had been two hours.

Sighing, I rubbed my face with my sleeve and shut my eyes. I knew it hurt Charlie to see his daughter this way, but I couldn't, physically couldn't, act as if everything was okay. That my ribcage didn't feel as though it was broken by Edward's hand as he punched my heart out.

I listened as the shower turned on, then Charlie stepping heavily downstairs, then the sound of the fridge slamming shut, and finally the sound of his voice- presumably on the phone.

I didn't do anything, knowing that if I got out of bed, there would be nothing for me to do. I didn't have any reason in this town, nor in Phoenix, so I just isolated myself in this house, shutting everyone out who didn't really care about me.

Things were a little tense with Charlie at the moment after he had Mom come to Forks from Phoenix and pack a bag in front of me- resulting in me shouting, louder than I ever have. I felt like the relationship between daughter and father was strained.

When Charlie's voice stopped downstairs, the following crash, loud and forceful had me jerking up and cautiously going downstairs, concerned that Charlie was injured.