Disclaimer: I do not take credit for the Twilight Saga. All of the characters besides the one I made are all Stephenie Meyer's.
And do tell me if you like it or not. I enjoy constructive criticism, but anything that is rude or hurtful is not appreciated. (If you don't already know that, you are an idiot)
"We're leaving, Bella," he said. His gold eyes stared at me intently, as if wishing this moment would be over. His pale features were set, emotionless, giving nothing away.
I furrowed my brow in confusion. "Okay," I said slowly. This could work; maybe I wouldn't have to tell them the truth of my illness until later. I could spare Charlie. "I'll just need some time to tell Charlie something…"
The smallest twitch in his lip made me trail off. His left eye twitched minutely, so small I never would have noticed if I hadn't spent so much time around him and his family.
I swallowed hard and forced out my next words, "When you say we-?"
"I mean my family and me," he clarified. Those few words made my heart cry out in pain as I slowly realized what was happening. They were going to leave me behind. The Cullens were leaving me.
"If this is about the party," I said, "it doesn't-"
"It isn't just the party, Bella," he said. His voice had started to turn cold, matching the look in his eyes. "It is about everything that has happened. You are in danger around us, and you will never be safe. You are better off without us. You can have a normal, full happy life then."
A happy life? A normal, full, happy life? They thought that was what they were giving me? They thought that they were going to give me a reason to live? That they were being "protecting" my soul from damnation from being around them?
I couldn't help the laugh that burst from my chest. I was faced with death ever since I was seven. As a little girl I had gone through stage two ovarian cancer, six rounds of chemo and the cruel bullying and taunting of other kids in my grade.
At the age of seventeen I went through moving into a new town, being the new girl and almost be crushed by a van. I had gotten lost in Port Angeles and almost raped by a group of men and possibly killed by them. I had been hunted by a vampire who wanted to kill me and lived.
Now, at the age of eighteen, the cancer was back and it was back with a vengeance. Instead of the stage two cancer, I was infected with stage four cancer-at least I almost was. I'd be terminal soon if treatment wasn't soon and they thought they were helping me? They thought that they were saving me? From what? From the possibility of more shopping trips with Alice? From the love and affection I had learned to love from Esme? From the family I had thought of them to be?
If that was dangerous, everyone in this whole world should be alone.
I stopped laughing when he suddenly growled. His blank gaze suddenly hardened into two orbs of solid gold. "This is not a laughing matter, Bella," he said sternly, as if speaking to a child. "We are leaving and that is the end of it. I'm sorry to do this to you, but it has to be done. We aren't good for you, and frankly you aren't good for us."
That caught my attention.
I looked up at him, silently asking for him to elaborate through my eyelashes. He sighed. "You are making us think we are human. It is not healthy for us. We are all killers, my whole family. Is it nice to believe we are human? Yes, but it is not good. It will be best for all of us if we part ways here."
I took in a deep breath, clenching my hands into fists at my sides. The swell of anger that boiled in my chest, mixing with the pain of my heart breaking, was almost deafening. I could feel it rushing through my veins with every beat my heart made in this moment.
I was going to tell them the truth, the truth that no one in Forks knew. I thought that they deserved to know what was going to happen, why it was going to happen. I thought that as my family, they would want to know why I would suddenly be hollow and sickly.
Apparently, though, they didn't care. They didn't care enough to even be here for the decency to tell me they were leaving themselves. Jasper, I could understand, he felt guilty from what I last knew and Alice had to be with him. Rosalie I could see avoiding this, and maybe Emmett if he had to follow, but Carlisle and Esme?
What excuse did they have?
Did all of them really just see me as a way back to their humanity? Did any of them actually love me like I loved them? Was I truly just a toy all this time, while I believed that I had finally found someone who I could spend the rest of my life with?
I almost jumped when I felt his hand on my shoulder. I jerked my head up to see him standing directly in front of me-just a few inches away. His hand on me was awkward. It didn't feel like the normal caress it usually did. It felt cold, hard; foreign.
"Do something for me," he said lowly. His thumb gently rubbed my shoulder through my clothes. "Be safe, and don't do anything reckless that could hurt you or Charlie."
I almost laughed again, and I would have, if it wasn't for his lips pressed against my forehead suddenly. My body went rigid, as if the touch of his skin suddenly made all of this more real than I thought it was.
He pulled away haltingly, his breath still hitting my forehead before his hand left my shoulder and he stepped away completely. I barely had time to look at him through my eyelashes before his body blurred into the woods and disappeared.
I stood there for a second, processing everything. I looked at where he stood for a second; touching the spot he had just kissed on my forehead. In that moment, my heart realized its other half had left, and my body crashed to the ground in sobs.