Broken Promises and Visions

I was alone. Jasper was hunting but I wasn’t thirsty. Everyone could tell I was getting a bit depressed and very few of my family wanted to be around me long. I wasn’t my usual cheerful self but who could be if they saw the things I did. And they were all about Edward.

I had kept my promise. I hadn’t looked for Bella once since the day Edward left her. But the things I saw about my brother were horrible. He kept changing his mind about what he was going to do. I knew he was thinking of going back to Bella, but he hadn’t decided to yet so I couldn’t see what was going to happen there. Instead I saw him going back and forth from curling up into a ball and crying for life or going to the Volturi and asking for death. And he wouldn’t come home so I could slap some sense into him.

I flicked on the TV but didn’t pay attention to it at all. It was some sad news story about little, cute kids in Africa. Instead, I browsed the ‘channels’ in my mind, being very meticulous not to run into Bella or Edward’s futures. I watched, instead, the futures of random people I had seen in the last week and a few of them had really promising futures if they didn’t veer from the paths they were on. I could guarantee that I had just seen the future president.

Then, before I could push it out, I saw a very familiar girl standing on the edge of a cliff, storm clouds racing behind her. The wind wiped her brown hair behind her and she looked down at the crashing, grey waves about a hundred feet behind her.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t stop the vision. I tried, knowing Edward was going to kill me if he found out about this, but something inside me forced me to watch. Had it finally become too much for Bella? Was she committing suicide?

She hurled herself off the cliff in my mind and sliced through the waves. Then, her future disappeared, which wasn’t very reassuring. I searched and searched – though I knew Edward would be mad – but couldn’t find her future anywhere.

She was gone, I knew that. My best friend was dead. But I couldn’t keep from feeling I could prevent this. I raced out of the room where I was sitting, grabbing only a coat and my car keys. I drove out of Denali as fast as I could, racing to the closest airport.

Shoving humans out of the way, I got on a plane to Seattle. It couldn’t land fast enough, but it was slightly faster than running – at least, fast enough to make a difference. I didn’t know what I was going to do but if I let her die without trying to help Edward would be even more devastated knowing maybe I could’ve done something. And I knew it was only a matter of days before he went back to her. I couldn’t let her die. She was part of the family.

I ran to our old house the second the plane landed, not even bother to going into the airport. I quickly got into Carlisle’s old car, searching frantically for Bella’s future but it still wasn’t there. She was dead. But maybe I’d be able to help Charlie. Yes, that’s what I’d do. I’d help Charlie get through this. I’d always had a soft spot in my heart for him.

I broke into the house and sat on the couch. No one was home and I saw Charlie at the morgue, proving even more that Bella was dead. I waited and waited. Usual time moved a little bit faster for vampires than for humans because we were immortal but the hours stretched on for hours.

I called my family while I was waiting. Sadly, it was Rosalie that answered. I told her what I had seen but ordered her not to tell Edward. If he knew I was certain he would do something stupid.

Then, I heard a car drive up in front of the house. I couldn’t see who it was, though, so it was unusual. I could hear – and smell, sadly – them, though. I waited until I heard the car’s tires squeal off. But someone was coming up to the house.

I froze, tense. I still couldn’t see who it was. But the smell – like freesias. And then, I saw who it was.

It was my best friend, Bella! And though she smelt a little too much like dog for my liking, i couldn't believe she was alive!