Saving Me From The Darkness

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Chapter 1: Saving Me

Pain. That was all that she could feel. It was all that she ever felt now. It consumed and wrecked her. Similar to how fire ruins everything in its path. Pain was her drug and she was addicted to it. Because, if she didn't have that pain to remind her of the heartbreak that HE caused. She would never believe that HE actually existed, and was not some figment of her imagination.

She could not breathe, for every breath she took she felt as though a thousand needles were stabbing at her heart. She could not move, for if she did, that gaping, swirling, torturous hole in her side would open up and the pain would consume her even more than it already did. It hurt to move, or to do anything really but her life was pointless, meaningless now. Nothing would ever fill the void and emptiness that HE left behind.

She sat, catatonic and zombie-like, never stirring or moving from the rocking chair unless it was to the bed or the bathroom and back. Occasionally if the pain was bearable, she would amble down to the kitchen- for a drink of water and nothing else. Starvation ate at her like the plague, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. For HE was gone.

Forever.

HE was never coming back.

So she would sit in the rocking chair looking out the window, but never focusing on anything outside. That was how her time went by. Her withering away like a wilting flower. Her mind locked away in the past, reliving the moments of her life with HIM.

Sometimes she would remember Alice too, and think about whether or not she would get visions of her in this lifeless and unhealthy condition. Could she feel the pain that their leaving had caused her? Or would she just ignore it and carry on with her perfect vampire existence. It seems like Alice had moved on, since she never returns any of her calls or emails.

Sometimes the hurt and betrayal from the rest of the family hurt worse than the pain left by HIM. They had just packed up and vanished without a second thought about her? Did Esme and Carlisle not care for her like a daughter anymore? Was Emmett not worried about his younger sister and her clumsiness?

Just thinking about them brought back that stabbing chest pain. Did they not care about what happened to her at all, or was she now just a passing memory to them? They had embraced her and made her feel like a part of the family. Or was that all part of the plan as well? An elaborate act to fool the silly human into thinking that she mattered to them. To HIM.

And so she sat, never moving never stirring.

...

"Bella I'm home, and I brought Harry's famous fish so we didn't have to order out tonight. Again." Shouted Charlie as he entered the house.

Slamming the door behind him. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen as he didn't hear a reply, and busied himself with getting dinner ready. For one person.

Bella never ate anything anymore besides a drink of water and the occasional pop-tart, but that too was a forced bite or two and the rest always ended up in the trash can.

Charlie squared his shoulders and stood at the bottom of the staircase debating whether to go up or not. He was not the type of person to show his emotions easily and was never the touchy feely guy but this was the limit. It had been almost a month since the Cullen family had left town. He could count the amount of times that Bella ventured outside of her room.

He took a deep breath and made his way up towards her room. Knocking softly on the door, he waited for a few moments before entering. Bella sat crossed leg on her bed picking at a few loose threads from the blanket but did not lift her head or acknowledge Charlie's presence in the room at all. He cleared his throat nervously and made his way over to the bed. Gently sitting down on the edge so as not to disturb or scare Bella, he placed his hand comfortingly on her knee and waited.

"Bells" He said gruffly. No answer.

He sighed and carried on. "Bella, I know you going through and dealing with a rough patch right now. Believe me I understand completely. I went through the same thing when your mother left. I had planned out our entire life together. What we would do. The vacations we would go on. What type of father-daughter things you and I would do together. Hell I even decided when I would retire. That all changed when your mother walked out that door with you. I had to rethink my entire life all over again and it wasn't easy. But Bells, this has got to stop. What you are doing to yourself it's unhealthy and it's slowly taking you away. You are beginning to fade right before my eyes and I hate that I can't do anything about it. You are my little girl and I can't stand to lose you again. So please, for the sake of your old man, just try." Pleaded Charlie as a few tears made its way down and onto his hands.

He blinked away the moisture in his eyes and rubbed away the remainder of the tears. He hadn't even realized he was crying, but then this was his little girl he was worried about.

He glanced at Bella, but she remained still and focused on the loose treads in front of her. He sighed as he looked over her small and frail form. The unhealthy way in which her clothes hung off her body and the dark circles underneath her hollow eyes. He removed his hand from her knee. Gave her a swift kiss on the forehead and got off the bed and walked out the room, closing the door gently behind him.

Making his way to the kitchen he grabbed a beer from the fridge. All hunger forgotten and headed towards the sofa to catch up on the daily sports news. He couldn't help but think of the state his little girl was in. Granted she was no longer a child. But she was his little girl and he hated the feeling of helplessness he got whenever he looked at Bella. If he ever saw that Cullen kid again, that boy would meet with the end of his fists and gun and it wouldn't be pretty sight.

He glanced up at the ceiling as he heard shuffling from Bella's room. She was getting ready for bed and he mentally and emotionally braced himself for the episode of nightmares that they both would endure tonight. He just hoped and wished for a miracle that would let Bella heal soon.

...

Bella let out a deep breath that she hadn't known she was holding as soon the door closed behind Charlie. She had heard everything he had to say. The pain that she felt when she listened to how terrified and scared his voice sounded for her, almost broke her already broken heart into smaller pieces. She knew how much this was affecting Charlie as well, but she just could not bring herself to get out of this state that she was in. It was all HIS fault.

She shut her eyes and blinked away the tears that she could feel were coming on. She promised herself that she would never cry, because once she started she felt like she would never be able to stop them from flowing.

She knew the toll that this must be having on both herself and Charlie. He was living off take-out food and she none. She so wished for a way, a sign, even a miracle to help bring her out of this depression. She was consumed in this bleak darkness and despair. She longed for a way out- if not for herself then for Charlie's sake at least.

She got off the bed and made her way under the covers, being in this state takes a lot of whatever remaining energy you have, be it mental or emotional, and she was exhausted. Settling herself in, she glanced up at the ceiling and took in a deep breath. This was the scary part of her depression cycle, the nightmares.

No matter what she did, they always kept coming back each and every night. It was as if her mind didn't want her to forget at all. She would fall into a slumber only to be thrown into a nightmare consisting of HIM and the night that HE left her all alone in the forest, heartbroken and cold. She would always wake up screaming and panting. Drenched in sweat with Charlie holding her tight in his embrace. Whispering that it was all okay and that he has her safe and sound.

She closed her eyes with one last prayer hoping that tonight would be different.

And it was.