What if Bella was changed by Laurent and Victoria while Edward was away? How would she cover up her disappearance? What would her powers be? Most importantly, would she and Edward ever be reunited?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the songs that are in this story. I really wish this wasn't true, but I don't own Edward or the other Twilight characters. Stephenie Meyer does. *tear rolls down cheek*

What's that? Well,
of course it was a love story.
Isn't a love story, after all, just a story about love?
Must the story end happily for the love to have been real?
There are many kinds of love, after all.
Love that cannot harm and love that never abandons
and love that cannot imagine betrayal.

And then there is love that corrupts, and love that destroys,
and love that works in the blood like poison.

And they are not so far apart as you might think.

Chapter 1: The only pain I could control

I ran up the stairs to my room and threw my bag down on my bed. I grabbed my razor from the binding of Wuthering Heights and ran into the bathroom. Today was worse than any other day I had ever spent in the three months without Edward. Lauren and Jessica started the "I Hate Bella Club" and many people who used to be my friends joined it. I placed the razor against my left thigh, pressed down, and pulled it across. The blood trickled down my leg and into the tub. Since my blood was so appealing to Edward, maybe if I spilled it all, he would come back to me.

I poured some hydrogen peroxide into the cut, causing it to sting a little but it felt good. I decided to start with my afternoon routine. I tossed a few potatoes into the oven s o they'd be ready the same time as the stakes. Then I cleaned up my room and put the razor back. Charlie still didn't know about my cutting and I didn't plan on him figuring it out any time soon. I heard the front door open.

"Bella, I'm home" Charlie called up the stairs.

"I'll be down in a minute, Dad" I shouted back.

I threw on one of my long sleeved black shirts and dark blue capris, not wanting him to see the cuts. I took the steaks that I had left marinating in the fridge this morning and threw them on the grill. When they finished I put them on our plates and grabbed the baked potatoes out of the oven. Just then Charlie came in.

"So, how was school today?" Charlie asked.

"Same as every other day." I replied.

"What's for dinner?"

"Steak and potatoes"

We ate in silence. When I finished washing the dishes I went up stairs and got ready for bed. I silently cried then fell asleep.

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Last night was as bad as any other. I woke up screaming earlier than usual, around 3am. By the time I was finished getting ready it was still only 3:45. I was surprised; it usually took me longer to put on my makeup. So I decided I was going to do something I had been thinking about for the longest of time.

I was going to go to the Cullen's house.

Some part of me was hoping they were still hiding out there, just not leaving the house.

On my way out I passed the piano I bought a week after he left. It made him feel closer to me, but what surprised me the most was that I was actually an excellent player. I took my coat and my copy of Wuthering Heights, throwing it in my back pack. I carried it with me everywhere for two simple reasons. One, I didn't want Charlie to find it, and two; it was the only pain I could control.

So what do you think? Please R&R. But please, No flames! It is my first story.

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