This is going to be a look into the minds of the rest of the Cullen family when they found out about Bella's supposed death and Edward's suicide attempt. Each chapter will be a different POV, except the last, which will be a short paragraph or two from everyone.
Just so we're clear I don't own Twilight.
I replayed the vision over and over again in my head. Bella was stood at the top of a cliff. She had a strange smile on her face; it was almost like she was happy about what she was about to do. She stood there for a moment, and then she jumped. I watched her struggle with the tide for a short while, drowning, and then … nothing.
I tried again and again to see her future, but every time I was greeted with the same nothingness. It couldn't be right, I had to be seeing things wrong. She couldn't be … NO, she just couldn't be. For the first time ever, I hoped something was wrong with my visions.
I give up trying to see her, and shifted my attention to her father. I saw him sat in a hospital waiting room, the look on his face told me all I needed to know. He was clearly grieving. I could think of only one explanation for why. I had to accept facts, as much as I didn't want to. There could be no more denial. She was dead. Charlie's daughter was dead. My sister was dead.
My sister. Except she hadn't been, not when she died. Or at least that's what she'd thought. But she was supposed to have been; it was what I had seen. The happily-ever-after my brother deserved after a century of loneliness. But, being the stubborn melodramatic masochist that he is, he hadn't been able to accept that.
I knew I couldn't get there in time to stop her, but I still felt like I had to go down there and do something, anything. I began to get my things together at vampire speed. I remembered the look on Charlie's face. Maybe I could at least help him, it was the least I could do after everything he'd been through.
Despite Edward's order not to look into Bella's future, I had still gotten flashes of her now and then. I couldn't help it; I had become attuned to her after all the months last year where I had watched over her future for her protection, on Edward's request. Some of those visions flashed through my mind. Bella catatonic at her Biology table in school, her eyes not fully there, she was clearly watching but not really seeing. Bella with her hands wrapped tight around her waist, looking like she was trying to keep herself from falling to pieces. But worst of all, Bella screaming in the night, Charlie rushing out of his room to her, only to realise there was nothing he could do. The flashes had got less and less over the last few months, but what I'd seen had been more optimistic. From the rare glimpses I got of her and her Dad, or her at school, she seemed, not happy, but at least not catatonic anymore. Apparently my optimism had been wrongly placed.
I ran downstairs to the living room of the Denali clan's house. Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett, Kate, Irina and Tanya were all there. Carlisle, Esme, Carmen and Elezear were out hunting.
Jasper took one look at me and knew something was wrong.
"Alice, what's wrong, what's happened?" He grabbed hold of both my hands, holding me in front of him so he could look me in the eyes. I stared back at his eyes, his love and concern for me was clearly reflected there.
"Bella," I managed to get out. I heard Rosalie sigh dramatically in the background. I had had it with her and her attitude toward Bella. She had been nothing but rude to, and about Bella, from the start, when Bella had never done anything to her, except exist. But that didn't matter to Rosalie she wanted Bella gone. Well she's got her wish.
"She's dead," I told them. "She jumped off a cliff." I looked around at them all for their reaction. My husband and siblings looked shocked, while the other three just looked confused.
"I'm going to Forks," I announced.
"Alice, you know Edward asked," Jasper began, but I cut him off.
"Well I'm done doing what Edward asks. He asked us all to leave, even though I told him it would do no good. I told him again and again he was fighting the inevitable, but he still went ahead with his ridiculous plan. He's not better off without her, and clearly she was coping no better than him!" I ranted. I couldn't help it. I love Edward, I really do, but everything that happened in the last eight months was so avoidable. His pain. Bella's pain. Bella's death. I had to keep reminding myself of that. She wasn't suffering anymore - she was dead. And though I'd never say it, or think it, to his face, my brother was the one responsible. Everything my family had suffered through was his fault, because he was too stubborn to face the fact that he and Bella were meant to be. But it was too late for that now.
"I'm off to Forks," I repeated. "I'm too late to help Bella, but at the very least I can help Charlie." His face, both in the hospital and by her bedside, flashed into my mind.
"OK," Jasper said. I let go of his hands and went to leave the room. Stopping at the doorway I said,
"Whatever you do, don't tell Edward yet." I couldn't 'see' how Edward would react to the news yet, but I could guess. It wasn't going to be pretty; we would have to pick our moment and our words just right.
I flitted toward the garage. We had come here in Carlisle's Mercedes and Rosalie's red convertible. I decided the Mercedes would be more conspicuous. Luckily I had a key.
I felt a hand suddenly circle my waist.
"You didn't think I was going to let you leave without saying goodbye did you," I heard Jasper drawl from behind me. He spun me round to face him and kissed me deeply. "Goodbye, be careful," he whispered in my ear as he withdrew from our kiss. I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes, as sweet as it was, 'be careful' was a wasted sentiment. I was going to Forks, for God's sake.
"I'll see you soon, I promise," I whispered back, giving him a quick kiss, before opening the Mercedes and getting in.
Soon I was driving through the Alaskan wilderness, at a speed most humans would find terrifying, but I was fine with. The same flashes of my visions that had been flickering through my head all day continued, like a film stuck on continuous.
Catatonic Bella, screaming Bella, Charlie's look off hopelessness, Charlie's grieving face, Bella jumping. My mind lingered on the look on her face when she had jumped. That smiled that suggested she was happy with where life had taken her, even though that somewhere was the top of a cliff to kill herself.
What had he done to her? What had we done to her? Edward was right in a way, if we had never been a part of her life, she would still be alive. But we couldn't change that now. She was dead and the blame lay at our door. We had brought her into our dangerous world and then we had left her behind. We could of said 'no'. We could have told Edward where to shove it. But we didn't. And now she was dead, and there was nothing I could do to bring her back.
I picked up speed in a desperation to get there quicker, to be able to do what I could to help. Just to do something.
But even driving fast wasn't a distraction. Bella's happy twisted smile still stuck in my mind, haunting me.
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