Dear Edward - Heather Parsons (smart books to read .TXT) 📗

in the dying sunlight but the sight of that wasn't a concern. Her mother, sister and love of her life were still inside the car, trapped. And there was nothing she could do to save them.
“Mom! Mia! Nooo....” She screamed saving her heart wrenching cried for the last name she called out. “Edward!”
The car ignited in flames pulling the oxygen from her lungs as she screamed out their names over and over. When the gas tank exploded Bella was knocked out. But as the blackness took over she heard faint screams from somewhere close by and those screams took her the rest of the way over.
Jolting straight up in the bed she now laid in Brianna screamed as realization hit. Everything that happened was indeed her fault. If she hadn't insisted she needed to go to school that moment her mother, sister and boyfriend would still be alive today.
“Brianna, honey. It's okay.” Christopher spoke in broken whispers. Day in and day out he's been sitting by her bedside waiting for her return since the night of the accident. With all the loss already he knew deep in his heart if Brianna hadn't of woken up, he would have died himself.
“No Dad, it will never be okay again...” She cried, holding on to him with all the strength she had. Shaking so much that when he tightened his grip, Brianna couldn't tell which of them was shaking more.

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The ground was covered in fresh snow setting the perfect and most peaceful scenery to take a drive. But just sitting in the passengers seat had to be the most difficult thing Brianna has done since being released from the hospital. And now Charlie was driving home after taking and sitting patiently by while she had her daily visit with a therapist.
Every night when it came to closing her eyes Brianna would see Ella, Mia and Edward's faces looking over to her, pleading for help and she'd wake up screaming. Even blinking brought small flashes behind her eyelids. Surviving the accident has left her in a body of glass, one small move the wrong way and she shatters.
Part of her therapy was to write letters to the three people she cried over at every mention. To release her pain from pen to paper and now that she was sitting on the edge of her bed, she decided to do just that. But the only one she has not been able to write to is Edward but now she would try.

Dear Edward,
Hi baby. I'm here, sitting on my bed trying my hardest to find something to talk about that doesn't make me want to cry. I miss you....
Dad thought it would make me feel better to come home to a house that is not covered in reminders. So, he took all the pictures down of Mom and Mia and stored them somewhere else. But his plan didn't work because when I ran to my room and found he'd done the same thing to the pictures I had of you, I fell on the ground and cried.
I looked all over for them, in closets, cupboards and even the basement but when I couldn't find them and this part I'm ashamed about but I yelled at Dad. Telling him he had no right to do that, that those things were just as much a part of me and him taking them away was like taking my heart out of my chest, hiding it away.
I think that was the first sign that Dad saw everything was not okay with me. Even if the doctors said I had a clean bill of health, they couldn't see what was going on inside me.
Today when I visited the therapist I told them about the dream I had while in the hospital. And his suggestion was I needed to stand in front of Mr. Thomas and see for myself that everything that happened was not his doing. The project he planned was not the cause of the accident. So, that leaves the fault back in my hands and I know you'd tell me to stop, that it wasn't my fault. But you'd be wrong.
Anyway I desperately want to close my eyes and return to that day when you had your arms around me tightly, telling me how much you love me. If I could go back and do a do-over I wouldn't have pushed so hard to leave and would have stayed perfectly still in your arms.
I'm sorry this letter is so messy, the tears just don't stop. But I know you'll never get to read this so I guess it's okay this way.
I'll never forget you... Counting down until I see your face again, feel your strength wrap around me and then finally the pain will stop. I'm going to go before Dad comes upstairs to find out whats wrong, find out why I'm sobbing so loudly. But one last thing before I go.... Edward I love you with every last breath I have.

Forever Your Brianna

Dropping the pen and paper out of her shaky hands, Brianna fell back grabbing her pillow to muffle her cries and closed her eyes. Edward stood in front of her with his devilish grin and arms stretched wide, inviting her in. Whispering, “My sweet Brianna I love you. I'll always be with you....”

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Publication Date: 10-28-2010

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Dedication:
This dedication goes to all my friends and loved one who lost their lives fighting for our freedom. May God put his hand upon your shoulder and guild you home.