Pure Darkness With a Spark (Twilight Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Pure Darkness With a Spark 

Chapter 1 

Bella's POV 

It's been a week since he left... A week since I last ate food, a week since I've gotten more than 2 hours of sleep a night, a week since life has had meaning. The only thing keeping me alive is Charlie pumping fluids into me, but it was a wasted effort. No matter how much he made me drink I would just cry it out. I refused to live any longer. If it meant going through life without him I wouldn't do it. There was no point, it was as simple as that. I knew I was killing Charlie but I really didn't care. His sole mate wasn't ripped away from him.

At that thought, a fierce burning erupted thought my chest. I grasped my arms around my rib cage attempting to hold myself together. It wasn't working, nothing was. I knew there was no hope for me anymore. 

As I looked at my window, like I have been doing for the past 7 days hoping for him to come through it, a thought occurred to me. Why dont I end my suffering? Why not? It couldn't be that hard, could it? Charlie's room across the hall had a window right above the drive way. I could open the window and make a head dive. I got up and went to his room moving the dresser that was in front of my exit. My exit to life, but my entrance to a bliss where he would be. 

The smallest hint of a smile crossed my face as I opened the window as far as it would go. The thought of being with him, even in death, was better than this. I backed up, to get a running head start, but kept my eyes on the window. As I walked I bumped into the dresser that I moved earlier and heard something crash to the ground. 

I turned to go pick it up, but stopped when I noticed that it was a photo album. On the front was a picture of me, Renee, and Charlie when I was only one. Why on Earth would this be on top of his dresser? I mean surely this isn't where he stores it. I started to flip though the pages and noticed there were water marks and some of the ink looked like it was bleeding from getting wet. What the heck, was Charlie...crying? Did I really have that effect on him? What ever it doesn't matter. He would get over me. 

I set the album on the dresser open to a page with me and Charlie when I was twelve. I remember I was visiting him over the summer and we were at some kind of campfire cook out thing down in La Push. I did feel a little guilty about leaving him this way, but it was time I start thinking about my self first. I hope he sees the picture and remembers the good times we had together. 

As I backed up against the far wall ready to run and jump, my selfless side of me came out. Maybe it was not the wisest idea to have Charlie come home from work to have his daughter laying dead in his driveway. Metaphorically I bet my blood would never get rinsed away no matter how much it rained. 

I looked over at the album again and noticed that the picture besides me and Charlie was a picture of me with a red-brownish skin boy. His arm was wrapped around my shoulder. Curiously I read the caption. It said "Bella (10) and Jacob (12), summer cookout at La Push". We haven't talked much since I move here. There was the bonfire, where I figured the truth out about the Cullen's , and then at prom last year. 

In the picture, far out in the distance was a massive cliff. That's where I decided to do my suicidal jump. Not too close to home and all evidence of my body would be lost in the sea. Only one problem though... I don't remember where the cliff is and plus even if I did how was I supposed to get to the top. I would need help, and as I look down at the picture again I knew just who to get it from. Jacob. 

I moved everything back to where I found it and close the window and fixed the blinds. I grab my car keys and ran down the stairs out the door to my truck. I got in, buckled-up and started the engine. I was about to back up when I noticed my side mirrors were all messed up. As I reached across the passenger's seat to adjust the mirror I caught a glimpse of myself.