SAN: hi hope you like this. I wrote it and I give my friend credit for the title also I am an expert on dark and depressing things. Read on.

Disclaimer: I don’t own twilight I only own its plot just kidding. I don’t own anything even the title.

Slowly Time Passes

Bella’s POV

I heard people talking and my heart started beating faster. Was it him, was he back? I opened my eyes and Renee and Charlie were standing in my room packing things into a suitcase. I felt anger course through my body. How dare they! I got up and started yelling throwing things around.

When it was all over I looked around seeing my trashed room and started to cry. Why did he leave? Why? Then I remembered what he said. I looked at the clock. It was 3:30 a.m. and cried myself to sleep.

The dream was there again. I woke up screaming. I opened my eyes blinking my tear stained face in the sun. “Bella! Bella are you okay?” Charlie asked coming into my room. “Yes dad.” I answered. He looked at me and walked toward the door. I looked at my trashed room again and got up. I wore a white blouse with jeans and started cleaning up.

When I saw the C.D.’s I freaked and started breaking them, throwing them in the trash crying. I came downstairs a while later and got a bowl of cereal. Then I went to take a shower. The warm water helped calm me.

“Bella! I’m heading out fishing okay?” Charlie called up. “Yeah dad!” I called down getting out of the shower, and getting dressed. I heard the door close and then the cruiser start. I walked into my room and grabbed my keys, and started to go to work when I saw the stereo in my truck and tears welled up in my eyes. That would have to go. At work I wasn’t needed much so my shift passed quickly. When I got home Charlie still wasn’t there so I started to take the stereo out.

I started clawing at it and the tears that had been welling up in my eyes over flowed as I pulled at it harder. I could feel my hands getting cut but didn’t care all I cared about was getting the memories gone. Not forgetting just not remembering. Finally the stereo gave a budge and then it flew out and I staggered under the weight.

As I headed up to my room with it I grabbed a garbage bag and shoved it in there. In my room I pushed the bag to the back of the closet and looked at my hands. I went downstairs and grabbed some bandages and Peroxide to clean out the cuts. The stinging was nothing, not compared to my broken heart.

When Charlie came home we sat down he asked me how work went I said good. As I went up to my room I thought how slowly time passes.

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