Okay, this is my first suicide fanfiction, but I think it's alright. It's a quick one-shot, so I won't continue it. It's of course a Twilight, Bella and Edward. R&R!
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This was the day. The last day of my empty life. It had been six months since “he” left, and I knew I couldn’t go on any longer. I had planned everything a few weeks ago. I was going to go back to “his” house and finish what he started. I had Charlie’s gun, and my favorite razor blade. I also brought along my CD player, and my CD that had all of my favorite songs. I was going to do this. He didn’t love me anymore.
I pulled my roaring truck into their driveway, and suddenly the pain became overwhelming. I wrapped my arms around my torso, trying to hold myself together. Just a few more minutes until bliss, I told myself. That thought alone seemed to make the pain decrease just enough to get out of the truck, and start walking towards the front door. To no surprise, it was unlocked. I kept my head to the ground, not wanting to look and see how much had, and hadn’t changed.
Not quickly enough, I reached “his” bedroom. I let out a silent moan as I dropped to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. At that very moment, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out, and pressed the answer button, holding the speaker to my ear.
“Bella?!” I heard a frantic voice that I knew all too well ask.
“Alice?” I asked , my voice raspy, trying to hold it together.
“Bella, don’t do it. Please..just say on the phone until Edward and I get there.” She said, rushing through the phrase.
“No. I can’t. I won’t. I can’t do this anymore Alice. He doesn’t love me. Just let me do this.” I said through my tears. I knew they didn’t care, and that he was only coming out of guilt. I couldn’t take knowing that. I had to finish this now.
“Bella, don’t do it. I love you Bella. Please, don’t do this.” I heard his velvety voice speak. I could feel myself ripping in two.
“No. You don’t. Don’t save me out of guilt. Just know that I never stopped loving you. Good-bye Edward.” I said before hanging up.
I threw my phone across the room, breaking it. Quickly, I took everything out of my bag and sat it in front of me. I put the CD in my CD player, and pressed play, hearing the piano keys play Clair De Lune. Tears were streaming down my face as I grabbed my razor blade, and made three new cuts against my arm, adding to the dozens I already had.
I felt sudden relief as the blood poured from my arm. I smiled slightly, as I picked up Charlie’s gun next. I put the gun to my head, and put my finger on the trigger. My smiled widened as I knew I was seconds closer to death.
All of the sudden, his door was gone, revealing Edward and Alice standing there right in front of my eyes. I quickly stood up, the gun still to my head.
“Bella, put the gun down now. Don’t do this. Just put it down so we can talk.” Edward’s velvety voice spoke
through the now tense air. Anger boiled inside of me, as he tried to tlak me out of ending my own personal misery that he created. I wouldn’t let him take this away from me.
“No. No, Edward. I won’t put the gun down. I will finish what you started. Do you really think I’m going to let you stop me from killing myself? Did you really think I would be fine without you? No.” I said through the sobs that racked my body. “Good-bye, Edward.” I said.
I was milliseconds away from pulling the trigger, when I felt the all too familiar arms of Edward wrap around my body. He scooped me up, and pulled me closer to him as his own sobs racked his body.
“Let me go!” I screeched as I fought against his iron limbs with everything I had in me. He was not going to keep me from doing this. “Just let me die, please…” I begged him. He shook his head violently.
Suddenly, I was on his couch as he pinned my hands above my head. “You will NOT die by your own hand, Isabella Marie Swan. I won’t allow it. What did you think you were doing? It would kill me to see you dead.” He said through his clenched teeth.
“You have no right to stop me. I will find a way.” I told him, and all of the possibilities ran through my head.
“No.” He said, his anger suddenly turning into pain. “Bella, I love you. You can’t do this to me. And don’t do it because of what I did. Bella, leaving you was the worst mistake I have ever made.” He told me. He didn’t know anything.
“What makes you think it was because of you that I want to die?” I asked, my voice harsher. He seemed taken aback by my answer.
“What do you mean? Why would you want to kill yourself? Is it not because of me?” He asked. He seemed confused, and I was glad.
“When you left me, I’d have rather died than endure the pain. Death seemed so sweet.” I told him, confusing him more. I continued though. “But, like you said in the woods, I thoughts of Charlie. But then, after a couple of months, I found another reason to die. I want to die because of that reason, and you can’t stop me.” I told him. I had made up my mind, and I could tell from Alice’s expression that she was watching it through her visions.
“Why Bella?” Just tell me why, and I will fix it. I swear.” He told me with pleading eyes. I didn’t think I could tell him. Could I? Why would it matter anyway?
“It doesn’t matter, you couldn’t fix it anyways. Just leave me and go back to your uncomplicated, blissful life without me.” I still couldn’t meet his eyes, knowing it would only bring more pain.
"Bella, I love you. Being apart from you killed me. My life would never be uncomplicated and blissful without you." And with that said, my heart melted and I became Edwards love again.
