She should be here (Mi's side)

She should be here

“Oh bloody hell; she’s been driving my bloody car again.” Emmet Shouted as he slipped into his car and the steering weal was so close to him it hit him in the chest and his legs where so close to the peddles his knees hit him in the chin, making himself into a convincing imitation of a clown in a miniature clown car.

“I have an Idea why don’t you just do away with the front seats altogether and just drive in the back?” I laughed watching as Emmet swore at the seat as he hocked his hand under seat and pulled the leave that sent the seat shooting into the back where it remained before he swore even more loudly at the steering wheel so it grew to his full height before he fiddled with the mirrors and finally turned on the engine the car springing into life.

“The thought has crossed my mind a few times; trouble is Esmee tends to commandeer my car whenever she damn well feels like it and as you can see she has to sit on the weal.” Emmet Laughed as he pulled out of the drive way of apple gate house and onto the road.

It looked different out here again now, the same road that I used to walk down everyday for school changed so much from the months to months that I saw it these days. It was cold out here now and a frosty covering gave the trees that lined the road a grey, blue twinge and a mother carried a child on her hip that was wrapped up in a giant blue snow suit that made him stuck in one position. In a way it was strangely beautiful, no completely beautiful and Bella should have seen it. She should have been healthy and warm strolling up the street, that little baby should have been hers, she should have been happy. Not dead.

The tears swam in front of my eyes and then spilled down over my cheeks as my chest heaved upwards towards my a gentle hardly audible sob escaping before I sniffed trying to stop it but it carried on any way more tears flooding me from the inside out and drowning me.

“Hay, hay, sweetheart, what the matter honey, what going on?” Emmet asked glancing at me and the road alternatively, taking my hand into his and squeezing tightly before spotting a car parking space on the corner of the road and pulling his car in, killing the engine before undoing his seat belt and twisting his body so it was looking at mine.

“She’s dead Emmet,” I cried sniffing as my tears tried to consume me completely. “she’s actually dead.”