A/N: Sooo..I was looking in the shower, shampooing, mind you, and inspiration struck! So, this is the first chapter of Angels Among Us, sort of like a prologue.

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I was in the woods that Edward had left me in, sitting upon the damp leaves with Charlie's gun in my hands.

Edward.

Charlie.

For the first time in two months, I let tears fall from my eyes, and show my true weakness.

When I was with Edward, I felt on top of the world. Nothing could hold me back.

Then, they were gone. Alice, my best friend. Emmett, the big brother I had always wanted. Jasper, my caring other brother. Esme and Carlisle, my second parents. Even Rosalie, who had hated my guts. All ripped away from me.

Charlie had stuck with me through my zombie stage, always hoping to wake up one morning and have me all better.

Then, today, the unthinkable happened.

Flashback.

"Charlie! Charlie!" I screamed, thrashing against the hands that held me back.

He was being wheeled away from me, the crowd, and the pieces and parts of the truck that had crashed with him in it, while I was safe at home.

I wasn't crying. Tears weren't able to come.

2 hours later, in the hospital.

I was sititng in the waiting room, staring out the window. It was quite ironic that the sky was gray, though it was always that way in Forks.

"Isabella Swan?"

I looked up at a doctor with many wrinkles and graying hair.

"Charlie's head went through the wind shield, killing him almost immediately. Billy Black, the man in drivers seat, suffered a serious concussion, and a broken leg, but other than that, Billy is perfectly fine. We tried everything possible to help Charlie, but he was already gone."

I stared up at the man, blinking exactly three times.

Then, I got up and walked away from the hospital, to my home.

Now I had no one to hold me back from suicide. While I was crushed from Charlie's death, I couldn't help the smallest bit of relief that this was the end for me.

I twirled the gun in my hand, watching the shining silver flash.

My hand traced over the smooth surface, trying to prolong the moment.

On one hand, I wanted to die, like right now. On the other, I wasn't sure this was the right response.

Shut up, Bella. Just do it. He doesn't want you.

Yes he does. Don't do it. He'll come back. This is all a big mistake.

Oh, please. He left right here, spoke the own words, and you're denying it, Bella?

I took a deep breath, then shakily stood up.

I could see what my thoughts were doing to me. Lying, just like he had. Saying he would come back, they would all come back. Only I knew the real truth.

Looking at the gun, I heard his voice.

It really didn't surprise me, nor did it effect me.

Bella. You promised. Please.

I shook my head as if to get rid of the words.

Don't! Please, don't. I love you, Bella.

I smiled the smallest bit. Saying he loved me would only be egging me on.

I raised the gun up against my head. Though my fingers were shaking in reluctance, my heart was shaking in excitement.

Bella, NO!

NOW!

Then, the sound of a gunshot slicing through the silence in the air.

The smell; rusty, salty, like copper.

The voices.

"BELLA!"

Alice?

An agony-filled scream.

Then.. nothing.

A/N: Yeah I know, it's not really like Bella to resort to suicide. But I just had to, for the benefit of this story. This chapter is sort of short, but I promise the other chapters will be longer. Sooo..read and review!

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