Bella POV:

"We're leaving."... "I don't want you to come."... "I got board."

His words repeat in my head like the echo in an old abandoned house. Over and over again I hear them until I am driven to near madness. I wake up screaming my lungs out nearly every morning, Charlie doesn't come to check to see if I am being murdered any more. He's used to it. My nightmares haunt me when I drop off from the world and thus far have offered no respite from my torments. I dream of the Cullen's; of them leaving me, of never seeing Edward, Alice, or any of them ever again just like he promised and then worst of all I dream of him. The day he will finally come and collect the dept I owe. One that I have owed since childhood. I am terrified of that; that I will never be able to see my true love and his beautiful family again, that I had over time come to love as my own second family. But I knew, that he would come the moment my time here on earth was supposed to be up.

I walk around like a corpse. Poor Charlie doesn't know what to do with me and he describes me as a walking zombie. And honestly I feel so dead and hurt inside I find his description of me as fairly accurate. I have nothing to live for any more. I mean sure there was Charlie, my Mom, and her husband Phil but Charlie got along without me just fine for the majority of his life and I am sure he would hurt and be sad if say I where to die or some thing terrible happened but I am pretty sure he would get over it. And while again my Mom would be terribly sad I am sure she would get over it, after all, she has Phil now to take care of her in my place.

So as time passed without my notice and the seconds turned into minutes the minutes into hours and the hours into days and days into months but I still never improved until it seemed while me and Charlie were eating dinner Charlie seemed to have had enough of my attitude and slamming his fist on the table and his face contorting in anger and shouted "That's it Bella I've had enough! I'm sending you back to Jacksonville back in Florida to live with your Mother!" I glanced up at him muttered an monotone "Okay." and continued with my dinner. I almost felt bad for the way Charlie now looks at me... As if I am broken... But in all honesty I think I feel the same way about myself as if I am broken and a crucial part of me that I need is missing. Edward is missing along with the rest of my beautiful vampire family.

Again the week passed in a blur and I still remained the same unemotional zombie like person that mostly just sat and stared at the wall or out my window all day. Soon enough it was time to go to Jacksonville. Charlie helped me pack my bags in the back of his cruiser and we with out so much as a word we where off to the airport. Once we arrived Charlie parked helped grab my bags and we both again silently went into the airport where we would say our goodbyes. Once my baggage was checked and all that I turned to face my Dad. He looked sad but he seemed to suck it up and when my flight number was called he gave me one of our infamous awkward hugs and after gruffly saying goodbye he left at the same time as I did to go board the plane I would be riding to Florida.

Take off was normal and eventually started to doze off and fall asleep only waking up what seemed like we hit a patch of turbulence but when the plane did not stop shaking after so long I began to get a slightly bad feeling. This surprised me as this was the first time I had felt much of anything in a long, long time. However other people as well had begun to notice that this was not so normal as well and a few started to look a little panicked. The plane ride only seemed to get worse though the bumping increasing. And the put your seat belt light on popped on along with a rough voice of what sounded to be a heavy smoker saying we happened to be passing through a storm and assuring us that it was nothing to worry about and even from the tone of his voice I could tell he was struggling to control the plane and not panic.

But to be honest I honestly just couldn't find anything in me to care even the slightest bit and for some odd reason even while every other passenger in the plane seemed nervous and a couple of them even on the verge of a breakdown my eyes started to get heavy once again and I slipped away to unconsciousness.

When I woke up I was laying down on a soft bed and at first I thought nothing of it and settled in deeper to enjoy the black slumber with no nightmares for the first time since the day he left. But then I realized 'shouldn't I have woken up on a plane?'. I wasn't alarmed; I didn't feel much these days to be quite honest. I blinked open my eyes and got out of the bed figuring I should probably figure out where I am and how I ended up here.

Looking around I realized I was in a room, a very large and nice room. Shrugging, I exited the room and entered a hallway. As I explored I found it weird that I seemed to know where I as going. Everything seemed so familiar though I know I had never been in such a elaborately decorated mansion or at least that's what I assumed to call it since the place was just so big. Soon my feet lead me to a door what I somehow knew to be the parlor, and opening the door I was greeted by the face of the man I had come to dread meeting most in life... or at least up until the end of it I suppose I should say now as I realized that I had died in that plane and now he's here to collect the dept. I had now owed for many, many years.

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