A New Beginning

Gone

Hello everyone! I have a new story idea, let me know what you think! No haters please. All mistakes are mine. Stephenie Meyers owns all of these lovely characters. 

Pair: Bella/ Marcus 

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It is all over. 

He left me. 

I meant nothing to him. How could he do this to me? 

"Bella? Honey wake up!" Charlie shakes me awake. I look up at him. He looks tried. His eyes seem unfocused, he has dark circles under them. I image my eyes look the same. Ever since he left me...he haunts my dreams. My throat is raw. Charlie blurs, I blink my eyes a couple of times to clear them. Hot tears role down my face. He hugs me to him. "Shhh, I got you Bells." He says. I could tell he was uncomfortable. Charlie is not good with expressing his emotions. I guess that is how we are similar. 

"Dad," I croak. I try to clear my throat but it just hurts. 

"It is okay Bells, I was not asleep anyway." He tells me. I nod. "You want to talk about it? Your mother said I should see if you want to talk about it?" He asks me, uncertain. I cry harder and shake my head no. I cannot even think his name much less say it aloud. 

"I am okay." I say softly. 

"No Bells, you are not. You know, when your mother left, I went through the same thing. I debated getting help at one point. Do you need help Bella?" He asks me. Help? What kind of help? 

"No." I say and pull away. 

"Bella, it is ok to ask for help." He says. I shake my head. I do not need help. Besides, it is not like I can actually tell anyone anything about him. How he promised me forever and left me in the forest. How beautiful and perfect he, no how all his family was. They were so perfect, not human. No. Don't go there. "Bella? I don't know how to help you." He says. He looks down and closes his eyes. I study him. My father looks tired and defeated. I am hurting him. 

"I will be fine dad." I say. I put my hand on his shoulder. He nods then stands up, still looking down, and walks to the door. 

"Ok Bella." He says and walks out. I have to be fine. He is gone. I cannot go on like this. I get out of bed. I walk to my mirror and look at my reflection. Maybe it is the glow of the moon, but what I see in the mirror is a sick person. She looks too thin, too small, broken. I stare into my eyes, they look flat. Dead. I feel my mind snap at the realization. Am I dead? My chest hurts. I look down to see if I have a hole where my heart used to be. No, no hole. I put my hand to my chest. It beats. I am not dead. I am alive. I look back at my face. I am alive. My heart beats against my hand. I feel something snap in me. 

"I am alive," I whisper into my dark room. I smile as tears fall down my face. The hole in my chest aches, but something is different. I am different.