The Death of Isabella Marie Swan

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse, and I am not making any profit off of this fan fiction!

Prologue

It was guaranteed at least once a month that I was going to suffer, but this? This was a little out of the question. Aleve wasn't working, and neither was Ibuprofen, Advil, or even Aspirin! I was used to this, sometimes I even thought I imagined the pain, but obviously…today was my day to suffer.

Or maybe tonight, seeing as how I was laying in my bed, exhausted, but restless. I twisted to my side, squeezing my eyes, burrowing my nose into my pillow. I was miserable, there was no other way to describe it. Miserable and guilty. They go hand in hand, sometimes.

The guilt made my chest constrict. All Charlie asked me was to make sure I was home by three thirty to greet the man who was going to check our gas and water meters to make sure they were running properly, because the city of Forks sent Charlie a letter stating they were concerned that we were consuming more water than we have been in the past, and that our meters might be broken.

I literally had an emotional breakdown at his request. Even Edward was surprised at my crying and screaming outburst—I told Charlie he didn't love me and I told him I was leaving—which I wasn't—I sent Edward home and made it obvious that I did not want any visitors by running to my bedroom, only tripping three times, slamming my door, and locking my window.

Personally I knew that would not keep Edward out of my bedroom, but my anger had been brewing since I woke up and realized I had cramps. My day went downhill from that point till now. I couldn't get any more downhill unless I wanted to be below sea level.

I rolled back to my back and pressed my hands against my eyes. I scowled when more tears began pouring out of my eyes. This extreme emotional roller coaster that I was on was not particularly pleasing, or amusing in the least. After laying in bed for a few more minutes, I forced myself to get up. I've been resisting the urge to use the bathroom for at least two and a half hours.

I dragged myself to the bathroom, wishing my time of the month was not so regular. For the most part, I had between three to seven full days of cramps. Three to seven! I was even more miserable than I thought. When I was finished in the bathroom, I doubled back to my bedroom, checking my supplies.

And I stared in a mixture of horror and a little queasiness. My supplies were low, to say the least. And I had no money. All the money I've been making at the Newton's store has been put away, due to Edward's persistence, and I didn't really have any access to it. Technically I did, I was eighteen and it was my bank account, but Edward would know that I took money out of it. Besides, he promised he would buy me anything that I needed.

I stumbled down the stairs as I quietly as I could, hanging onto the banister. I peeked into the very small living room and saw Charlie, sitting on the couch, the television on mute, talking on the telephone. As soon as I made my presence known, which was probably heard when I put my foot on the first stair, Charlie ended his phone call. He turned to me, and I could have cried all over again by the pained look on his face. "Can I have some money?" I winced at how weak my voice sounded.

"Why?" Charlie was a little more than panicked; I could almost see the scenario's running through his mind, me, leaving tonight. His face paled, I could even tell in the blue glow of the television. I pushed my hands against my eyes, mostly because the light from the television was hurting them, but also so I didn't have to see the pain on Charlie's face. I hate hurting him.

"I need to go to the drug store tomorrow. I promise I'll be home in time, it's just…" I trailed off, hoping the blush on my cheeks wasn't as evident. I let my sentence hang in the air for a few seconds before I sighed and peeked out from beneath my hands. "I need some necessities."

Almost immediately, Charlie pulled his wallet from his back pocket. He pulled out a crisp twenty dollar bill and held it out to me. I took it hesitantly, my hands shaking. How can I repeatedly torment Charlie like this? All he's been to me is a father! I felt a little embarrassed as I turned towards the stairs, trying to keep my composure together. Tears were building behind my eyes and I swallowed thickly. When I reached the first stair, I heard Charlie clear his throat, his words came out in the softest of whispers, "Bella, I do love you."

It took only a split second, but I definitely lost my composure for the second time that day. I rebounded back to Charlie, not tripping or falling over, crying, "Oh dad!" I hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek, which threw him for a loop, and whispered, "I know! I love you too!"

The awkwardness never came as I hugged Charlie as tightly as I could. For being extremely wary of sharing emotions, Charlie hugged me back just as fiercely. This reminded me of the day he pulled me aside and mentioned that he had a feeling he'd be losing me soon.

That thought made a sob break free, and I had to leave before I became an absolute blubbering mess. I kissed Charlie on the cheek again and then ran for the stairs, ungracefully loosing my balance when I was safely in my bedroom.

I laid on the floor for what seemed like an eternity, before forcing myself to go to bed, my heart heavy with guilt for hurting Charlie again.