Well hello there readers. If you're coming back to this and you notice it looks a bit different, then I must say you are very observant. I am in the process of editing my story, and so will be re-posting chapters. Don't worry, the story line is the same, however I might have added a few more words here and there, and tried my best to correct grammar. As well as this, I moved my shout outs to the bottom of the story because still appreciate the support I got from those reviewers (as well as my others) and still want them here. If you're new, than welcome! As a special treat to my faithful readers, I've also added an epilogue. Enjoy!
Extended Summary: Bella is depressed and suffering after the death of her best friend Jacob Black. What happens when the troubled, single father and lead singer of a famous band saves her from killing herself? How will Bella fit in his world, and most importantly, will she want to? Or will the pain and loss she's accumulated over the years stop her from ever being happy?
Disclaimer: We all know I don't own them.
You and Me: Chapter 1
"What day is it? And in what month?"
We walked in the line, treading to the beat of our dead, this mournful song being the only song I have never wanted to and will never sing. Her dead body was beside me, moving yet all the same still. She would never move again, and yet, here she was traveling to her grave. You don't love her Edward,
I looked down to the small face attached to the hand that wrapped around my finger. I love him, and he is a part of her. I used to love her, before she gave me him.
I wanted to be anywhere but here. Tanya was dead, she had killed herself and I wanted no more to do with her. As cold and heartless as it sounded, I had said goodbye to her already the second she walked out of Auden and mine's lives.
"Edward," one of my best friends and band mate Jasper walked loyally beside me, "Are you alright?"
I nodded, and surveyed my boys face, "He looks unhappy, do you think he realizes-"
"He's three Edward. He can't fully grasp the concept of death. I think…I think he's sad because he realizes you're sad. Not because his mother is lying in the casket beside him. As far as he's concerned, his mother left months ago because she 'had something very important to do and couldn't stay with him anymore."
I nodded, Jasper had a point. Tanya had been gone months prior to her death and so her sudden drop off the face of the Earth made no difference to him…or me.
Wanting this to be over with I stared at the sky while marching, trying to find the meaning of life in the clouds. I wanted to find the meaning for my life in this sky and all it gave me was the grey, dismal hue of Forks, Washington.
Still trying to decipher the enigma, my eye caught site of a figure. This would not have alarmed me, if this figure wasn't on the top of the three story church building. Is she going to jump?
"Jasper hold Auden," I quickly lifted and placed my boy in Jaspers arms and took off running in the direction of the church.
Three million thoughts flew through my head in that one moment; who was she? Why was she doing this? Could I help her? Could I stop her? From my spot at the door I could see her surveying the drop before her. Good, she was indecisive which left room for convincing. I'd have to do just that- convince her to keep her life.
Not bothering to wait for the elevator, I traveled up, three- no four steps at a time. I reached the third floor, wondering how the hell she reached on the roof. I spotted a ladder leading to a shaft in the ceiling. Bingo. I didn't care about the tear evident in my $300 pants all I wanted to do was save her and nothing was going to stop me. You know, unless she jumped; that and my fear of heights.
I sucked in deep breaths as I walked across the top of the building to where she stood. God forbid I yell stop and scare her so that she falls over- I'd have to kill myself alongside her.
Going steadily I finally reached behind her undetected due to the harsh wind of Forks. Her whispers carried in the air current, tormenting my ears at the suffering the words were saturated with.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry God, I can't take this anymore. I'm dying here on Earth in this suffering and pain. Let me be with you after I die. Forgive me. I'm so sorry." She sobbed and murmured this repeatedly. It stunned me for a moment- what did she go through?
Feeling I had played with time long enough I hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her back from the ledge. She didn't fight or protest; she merely stared at me with blank, expressionless, doe brown eyes. Her features struck me as intriguing. In my book she wasn't beautiful but I knew she wasn't ugly. She had big eyes, a cute nose with a spackle of freckles painted across it, contrasting greatly with the paleness of her skin. Her face was gaunt and lifeless, the hollows of her eyes telling tales of sleepless nights as her small chapped but rounded lips were pulled into slight permanent frown. She seemed oddly familiar. Most likely we had met before, both coming from such a small town. I wouldn't be surprised if we attended high school together.
Before any questioning or talking would take place I carried her far away from the edge of the building in case she tried to pull a running and diving stunt. Somehow, I managed to take her down the ladder with her awkwardly positioned on my back. Once safely inside and the latch closed, I set her on her feet and waited for something…anything to happen.
A gut wrenching scream came from her as she fell onto me sobbing. I placed my arms around her and sunk with her to the ground, pulling her into me. I didn't know for how long we sat, but I didn't care. All I knew was that this morning I had woken up and was a broken young adult searching for the meaning of my life in the sky, and now I was still a broken young adult holding what I thought was part of my meaning, in my arms.
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