Twilight: Bonnie Cullen.

"Heart Like Yours"

*Bonnies POV*

"Stop it!" I scream at my father. Hes leaning over Michael, who is beat black and blue, laying on the cold hard floor of our old living room. "Leave him alone" I wail, running from the foot of the stairs, towards the archway into our living room. I run full force at the arch, but hit what appears to be like a forcefield, keeping me out.

"No, Michael!" I scream, slamming my shoulder into the forcefield, trying to get to michael as my father beats the life out of him.

"Help." Michael weeps, as he is beaten. HE looks at me, life draining from his eyes. "Bonnie, why wont you help me?"

I keep slamming into the forcefield, screaming. And as Michaels head tilts to the side, a pool of blood forming around his head, and the lifedrains from his eyes, everything cuts to black as I scream in a ball on the floor.

"Bonnie, Im here. Im here. Im here." Edward keeps repeating, gathering me into his knee. I look around, looking for Michael. And then it all floods back. It was a dream. Michaels dead.

"Im here." Edward repeats, holding me. I feel clammy and sweaty and disguisting. I look to the clock, its 7pm.

When Im composed, I sit back from Edward,and look up to him.

"Nightmare." I croak as an explanation, running my fingers through my hair. "Is michael home yet?" My heart aches at the seemingly normal question.

"Yes." Edward replies. "He is in the living room." I stand to me feet, shakily. "Bonnie, some locals are here, to pay their respects."

"Oh." I say. I never really exepected this. " I need to get showered." I say absent mindedly, walking towards the ensuite. Before I enter, I look to Edward.

"Do you want me to stay?" He asks quietly. Yes.

"No. Its okay." I croak. I want him to, but I think its best if Im alone. I need time to think.

"Ill be just down the hall, in the upstairs living room." And with that, he leaves.

*

I cried non stop in the shower. I couldnt hold it in. Theres  pain in my chest,and it wont stop. The dream repeated in my head constantly. It was my fault he died in the dream. It was my fault he died in reality too. All because I couldnt get to him, or I didnt try hard enough. I dry try enough to make him feel at home with the cullens. I didnt appreciate him enough. I feel sick.

After towel drying my hair, and brushing my teeth, I walk into my bedroom. I grab a fresh set of lace red underwear from my drawer and put them on. Then, I pull on a simple black dress, that ends just above the knee. Yet another beautiful piece of clothing alice funded.

I blow dry my hair, and wear no makeup. Im not in the mood. My head is all over the place.

Then, I look to the floor next to my bed, for my black pumps. But I find something else. On the floor, is Michaels christmas present, wrapped, with a golden ribbon. The pain in my chest looking at it makes me want to barf.

I rip the paper off, tears streaming, and hold the book close to me.

"I wish you were here."

As I cry, and flip through the pages, I cant help but hear a beautiful tune. It was soothing, graceful, and played on the piano. I open my bedroom door, book in hand, tears on face, and follow the music; down the hall, to the right. I turn the corner, and find myself in a huge room, with a glass wall- like the one in my room- with a huge white grand piano, in the centre of the dimly lit room.

And as the sweet music flows from the piano to my ears, drying my tears, I am amazed to see who is the source of the music.

Edward sits perched at the piano, as his fingers dance along the keys, and he hums softly to the tune I dont recognise.

"Its beautiful." I say softly, interupting him, walking to beside him. He stops playing and looks to me, standing up. He tilts his head to look down at me, as I lift my head to look up to him. Our bodies are mere inches apart, and he looks down to me with great sadness. It seems like thats the only way people look at me recently.

"Are you okay?" He stares into my eyes, and it warms me.

"Depends how you mean." I croak, looking down, then back at him. "My brother just died. Its Christmas Eve, and I have no family."

"Dont say that." He commands, reaching for my hands.

"I dont know what Im going to do, Edward."

"You dont have to. Im here, Bonnie. Ill help you. Hold you, the whole way."

"Why, though?" I croak. "Why me?" HE knew what I was talking bout. HE knew why I wanted to know why he showed an interest in me.

"Because, you totally underestimate yourself. You look in the mirror, and you see a weak, hated,victim of an unloved girl. But, when I look at you, I see a strong, adored solider of a woman. Who I love."

His words tingle threw me, like a fire. He loves me. HE just said it. How is this possible? To feel such lose, sorrow and hatred, but so much love and passion all at the one time?

"I love you." He says. "Too much for you to even comprehend."

I cant find the right words.. I love him too.

"I love you." I say. "Please dont leave me. Not like Michael."

 "I swear to you, Bonnie, I will always be here by your side. Forever and always. Starting now." He links his arm around mine, holding my hand. "We should go downstairs."

I nod in agreement, as we make way down the stairs. I can feel my legs giving way, and the bile rising in my throat.

"I've got you." Edward whisperes into my ear, steading me as we reach the bottom of the stairs. I feel a sudden urge to stand on my own, to power through this, and do what I need to do. Stay strong for Michael.

An d it was in fact, in my best interests, until I saw soemthing. Or, should I saw, someone. As we walked into the half crowded living room, where the majority of the colours wore by everyone were dark, and tear were shed, I didnt even think this person would be here. It had been yers since I last saw his face.

The cullens stood, teary eyed, looking like the were ready to catch me if I fell- emotionally and physically.- but I looked threw them. I looked threw the weeping students that barely even knew Michael. I looed threw the local town residence. All to look at one I could spot his dark brown eyes anywhere. Or his head of full black hair. Or his grin.

It was Jacob Black.