Blue October - Weight of the World

When the weight of all the world's gone wrong.
It's gone wrong again.
Gone fucking wrong.
It's gone wrong again.

BPOV

I stood and watched from the doorway as Edward comforted his sister. A pang of guilt hit me as I couldn't help but feel at fault for this. I closed my eyes as I leaned my head on the door frame. I cursed inwardly once again at my stupidity. All your fault. He wouldn't have left if it wasn't for you. I bit down on my lip. A battle was beginning inside of me. Stop wallowing. You can't change the past. Make up for lost time. A small part of me shouted out. A warm hand was placed on my cheek, interrupting the mental battle that was taking place. I opened my eyes to find a pair of startling green eyes staring back. I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. I felt his chin rest on the top of my head.. "I can't believe how close I came to loosing you." I whispered into his chest. "I am so sorry, for everything Edward. I love you, so much." "Bella, don't apologize. Y-"

"Don't Edward. Don't take all the blame. You are my everything and I could have lost you. I could have thrown everything away! I was so stupid!" I paused to take a deep breath. Edward released me, crouching so that we were eye level. He smiled at me.

"I think it is fair to say, we were both stupid. We both did stupid things. We both made mistakes but that is in the past. The important thing is that we are together now. I love you so much my sweet Isabella." No words could describe what I was feeling right now, so instead I pressed my lips fiercely to his. He froze for less then a second before kissing me back. His tongue swept over my bottom lip, wanting to gain entrance. My lips parted, allowing him what he wanted. My eyes shot open as I heard a giggle. I looked over Edward's shoulder to see Alice smiling brightly. Edward reluctantly released his hold that he had just made on my lip, instead pulling me into his side. He spun us gently so we were now facing Alice.

Alice's eyes darted between mine and Edward's before she walked over to Edward's free side. She motioned that she wanted him to crouch. Confused, he complied. She leaned in and cupped her hand around his ear and her mouth. I heard a few noises, but they were two low for me to make out the words. After a few seconds Edward's jaw slackened and his eyes became the size of saucepans. I suddenly became very curious, wondering what could have shocked Edward that much. Before I could voice my curiosity however, Edward turned towards me. "Bella love, would you mind if I talk to Alice privately?" I nodded before placing a kiss on his cheek. As I turned and walked out, I heard hushed whispers coming from behind me. I could distinguish which person was making which whisper, although I could not make out the words. But from Edward's almost frantic and exasperated tone I decided I didn't want to know. Besides, it was not for me to hear.

Turning the corner I slipped into the empty living room. In all the times that I had visited this house, I had never stopped to take it in all the details. I felt like it was familiar, yet strange at the same time. The room was light, due to the gray light that was filtering through the glass wall that was facing me. On my right was the family computer. A smile spread across my face as I saw the two framed pictures placed either side of the monitor. On the left was a picture of Carlisle and Esme, the other was their children, Rosalie and Jasper included. I estimated that Alice and Edward were twelve and Rosalie, Emmet and Jasper were thirteen when this picture had taken place. I smiled again before moving on. On the left side of me was a white couch which was facing the glass wall. Its back was pressed against the wall. I noticed other pictures were also hanging above it. Curious, I walked across the room towards them. I hadn't noticed these pictures before, they must have been put up was a large frame surrounded by six evenly spaced smaller frames. A small gasp escaped from me as I looked at the larger frame. Instead of seeing seven people, there were eight. The Cullens, and…me. I remember when that picture had taken place. It was at Alice's and Edward's sixteenth birthday party. Esme had booked a professional photographer and she wanted a family picture. They had gathered in front of a white screen as I watched. Edward had protested, saying he wouldn't have the picture done unless I was in it with them. I had argued saying that I didn't want to impose. He scoffed and responded by saying that I was part of the family and it was only right for me to be in the picture. I had smiled as he had taken hold of my hand and pulled me over to his family. As I looked closer at the photo, I noticed Esme's eyes. Unlike everyone else, she wasn't looking at the camera. Her glowing eyes were looking down at me in Edward. Her face radiated her pride.

I intended on walking around the outskirts of the room, looking at all various sized frames scattered around, but I changed my path when something from the very far corner caught my eye. I crossed the room, my eyes trained on the black grand piano.

As I reached it, my fingers ghosted along the keys as I sat down on the cushioned black bench. I hadn't heard Edward play for while, I craved those Sunday afternoons when Edward would play me a song that he had just taught himself. Esme had always told him he could go far, even suggesting finding him a tutor. He had such a talent that was evident even when we were very young. He had turned down the idea however, saying he just played for enjoyment purposes only. I lifted my hand, placing it down on the appropriate keys. As my left hand played the chord pattern, my right hand was now playing a small melody along side it. Edward had taught me chords a long time ago, he had also told me that he didn't believe playing a good song was only possible for people with masterful skills. He said songs that come from deep within you can only truly be great. He had showed me the best notes to go with the different chords and I had listened intently, mesmerised by the whole thing. Playing was always such a special thing for Edward. I remember how he has always played a song for his new girlfriends. I pressed a few more keys before stopping and letting out a sigh. "What's wrong, Bella?" Edward asked from behind me. I jumped up, spinning to face him as my hand flew up to my chest, knocking the bench over in the process.

"Gosh Edward! Are you trying to kill me?" I exclaimed as I tried to regain my breath. He laughed as he stepped closer, picking up the bench and placing it back under the piano.

"I am sorry." He whispered as he smiled down at me. His crooked smile momentarily rendered me breathless before I noticed his eyes, they were unfocused. He was thinking about something.

"Edward, what did Alice say to you?" I quizzed, he was obviously thinking about what ever it was quite deeply. His eyes focused before he spoke.

"Oh, nothing of importance my love. She just told me how I could make up leaving to her."

"You are telling me the whole truth aren't you?" He lifted on of his eyebrows, indicating that I should explain myself further. "It's just you looked like you were thinking about something, it was like you weren't completely in the room."

He ran a hand through his hair before he spoke. "Alice's proposition was a bit…intense, considering we have only just got together." I closed the remaining distance between us, wrapping my arms around him. I lifted my chin so I could still see his face.

"Are you going to tell what she proposed?" His lips twitched, although I wasn't sure why.

"In time, Bella." He informed me as he cupped my cheek. I frowned, slight confused, before nodding. I didn't understand why Edward couldn't tell me now, but I wasn't going to push him. It was obvious that he wouldn't tell me no matter how much I asked, he wasn't going to let me know, not until he was ready. "So, are you going to tell what was wrong?" I bit down my lip, considering trying to change the subject, but I knew it would be pointless, he would find a way to make me tell him. It would save us both time and effort if I just told him.

"I was just thinking about your piano." I felt my cheeks beginning to heat up. "And how you would play a song for your girlfriends, one that you thought represented them…"

"And you were hoping I would play you a song?" Edward finished my sentence. I nodded, blushing furiously, my gaze falling to the floor. I regretting telling him, once the words left my mouth I realised just how stupid I sounded. I really wanted to hit my head against the piano repeatedly. I had just jilted Jacob this morning, and now I wanted Edward to play me a song, something which was quite intimate. Something which I knew from what he would tell me he would do when he and his girlfriend had been together for a while. My thoughts then became frantic as my insecurities raised to the surface. What if he I had hurt him too much? What if he still wasn't sure? I had never wished more then this moment that I could rewind the clock and instead of telling Edward to leave, to pounce on him and claim him as my own.

"If you don't want to I understand, I don't want you to think you have to or anything, and we have only been together a matter of hours, I probably shouldn't have asked, just pretend I didn't say anything." I stopped to take a breath from my sudden case of verbal diarrhoea, I looked up to see Edward staring at me, his eye brows raised. "What?" I asked, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious.

"Bella, we may have only been officially dating for a few hours, but do you not agree that it feels like longer. I feel like we were made for each other. I wonder if that is why my other relationships failed, that they weren't you, and no one could ever measure up to you. That is why I won't play you a song like I did for all my other girlfriends." My breath caught in my throat. My pursed my lips as I mulled this thought over in my head. Edward's finger traced over my bottom lip causing my eyes to flicker to his. "I won't play you a song that I think represents you Bella, no that simply isn't good enough. I would like very much to play you the song that I have written for you." My mouth fell open and my eyes widened, it must have been a comical look because it caused Edward to chuckle.

"Y-you wrote a so-song for me?" I stammered, completely shocked. I had hoped so much that he would have a song that reminded him of me, that he would play a song specially for me, but I never in a million years would I have thought he would write me a song.

"Would you like to hear it?" I nodded quickly. He pulled out the bench and sat on the left, patting the seat on the right. I sat down and he turned his head to me. "I have been working on this song for quite some time now. I hope you like it." His fingers proceeded to flow swiftly on the ivory keys, filling the room with a melody that was unbelievably complex, beautiful, and sweet. My heart swelled at the thought that this composition was for me. The song then transformed, creating a lighter sound. I closed my eyes as the notes swirled around me. The tempo then sped up and the dynamics increased creating a fun sound, my smile widened. The song changed again, turning into the most beautiful melody I had ever heard. I became choked up and my eyes brimmed with tears. The last few notes flowed around me before silence followed. My eyes slowly opened, I turned towards Edward, noting that he was staring at me nervously. Was he worried that I did not like the song? A tear escaped from the corner of my eye, running down my cheek. "Edward," I whispered. "That was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. I love you so much." His face relaxed, his lips curving into that crooked smile that I loved. Edward leaned forward, pulling me towards him. His arms wrapped around me and I placed my chin on his shoulder. My gaze travelled to the glass wall, looking through into the big yard. I gasped as something caught my eye.

A dark figure was stood in the middle, walking towards the glass. "Edward!" I shouted, trying to get out of his grip. He pulled back, confused. I pointed towards the glass wall, shock rendered me unable to move from my seat. Edward turned his head towards the glass. He gasped loudly, the figure was close, but not close enough for us to make out who it was, it was wearing all black, the hood of the jacket was pulled up, causing the face to be shadowed. The figures arm lifted into the air. I gasped, a red object was in its hands. Edward pushed me backwards, I tumbled on the floor, Edward was hovering over me instantly, his body now protecting mine. The sound of shattering glass ripped through the room, pieces of glass were flying past us and I tired to pull Edward out of the way, using all my strength to push us behind the piano, but he wouldn't budge.

Edward slowly got off of me and stood, running over the now broken wall. His head snapped in all the directions of the yard, but there was no sign of the mysterious figure. I shakily stood up and made my way over to Edward. I placed my hand on my shoulder, he instantly relaxed and spun to face me. "Bella, are you okay?"

"Me? Are you okay? Did the glass hit you?" I almost shouted at him as I scanned him for any cuts. He shook his head and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Edward! What happened?" Carlisle asked as he burst into the room. He ran up to us, the rest of the family closely followed behind.

"I don't know. Someone was stood in the yard, I could see they were going to throw something at the window. So I pushed us both back, using the bench as a sheild. I don't know who it was, their face was hidden." Whilst Edward spoke Carlisle did a quick examine of us both, checking for cuts or to see if any glass had hit us.

"Who would do such a thing?" Esme cried as she pulled Edward and myself into a fierce hug.

"I'll go and call Charlie." Rosalie said, disappearing back through the door.

"Mom, Dad." Alice said. We all turned to see Alice crouched by the shattered glass. She picked up a red brick and stood. "There is a note attached. For Bella." Pulling off the stuck on note, she handed it to me. My head started to spin. Realisation dawned on me, there was only one person would do this. With shaky hands I took the letter from the envelope which had my name written in big black messy letters. Unfolding the letter I began to read.

Bella.

Don't get too comfortable with the Cullens. Don't get to attached to your Eddie. I promise you it won't last.

If I can't have you, no one can.

I stopped breathing. "Who is it from Bella?" I looked at Edward, I could tell from his eyes that he already knew the answer but was dreading me saying it. My answer confirmed what he didn't want to here. "Jacob."

Authors Note : Sorry about the long wait. Even though I have finished school now, my life still seems to be hectic.

The voting for the 'You're Never To Young To Write' competition ends soon. Thank you for anyone who has voted for me.

I have started a new story called 'Bring Me To Life'. This is the summary. 'Jacob hadn't told Bella he was a werewolf. He left her and now Bella realises she can not cope with this double heart break. Edward is the only one who can save her, but will he get to her in time? New Moon'. You can find the link on my profile.

I just want to say a big thank you to everyone who has read this story, and is still sticking with it.