Edward just left. I had run through the forest, until it began raining. I am now in a fetal position on the forest floor, crying. He said he loved me, and then said I was a plaything for him and his family. Perhaps, the only person who had tried to get me out of it, was Rosalie. She never wanted me to be with them, she said I shouldn't be there, and I shouldn't have.
I continued with my thinking, until a twig snapped nearby. Looking up, I saw a boy. Although he looked to be full grown, I could tell he couldn't be any older than seven or eight. He had wolf-like features, and a feral look in his eyes.
"If you're gonna kill me, go ahead and do it already. Gotten too close before, might as well happen now. My only reasons for living either couldn't care less if I died," Charlie, as he had gotten into the habit of ignoring me because I was at the Cullen's so much, "Or have left already." The Cullen's themselves.
"You're ready to just give yourself up? How about you come to the School with me."
"The School? Whatever, I guess anywhere is better than here. Not like dad cares."
"Maybe you could become my sister? Ever since Max left, dad's been sad." A small smile played on his lips.
I returned his smile grimly, and stood up. "So, what's your name?"
"Ari. Yours?"
"Isabella. Call me B- No, call me Izzy, or Iz."
"Ok, Iz." Ari led me out of the woods, to the street my house was on.
"I'm gonna leave a note. So he doesn't go all Chief of Police when he realizes I'm gone." Ari nods at my statement, and I jog to the house. I pull out a piece of paper from a drawer, and a pen. I wrote a note, explaining that I was old enough to go out on my own, and that I would come back if I so chose to, not because a police officer dragged me back. I put it on the fridge, and began packing a bag.
I got a feeling that I wouldn't need much, but that we wouldn't be relaxing all the time, so I packed light, but still with things I'd need. I packed all of my college tuition, screw college. I put in all of my tank tops, and some jeans, as well as sneakers. I grabbed my shampoo and conditioner, and put it all in a backpack. Tucking my phone into my back pocket, I pulled the bag over my shoulder. Bounding down the stairs, I took one last look at the place I had called home, and left.
