BPOV

When HE left me it felt as though HE reached into my chest and pulled my heart out, that's how much it hurt. I couldn't even eat, breathe or think for a week straight. And now I was a zombie going through the motions of school and work and wishing that I could feel something – ANYTHING – again but without HIM there was no point to feelings. My life now sucked worse than anyone else's ever because HE was out of my life forever.

I wanted to die but instead I just became really Emo-like all the time. I couldn't listen to music because I listened to it with HIM and it brought back horrible memories that made me have weird panic attacks, but if I could I would listen to My Chemical Romance all of the time because I bet their music describes exactly what I'm going through. Which is a lot.

I was walking up the path to my stupid little house that I hated to be in because HE used to visit me all of the time when all of a sudden something hit the back of my head really hard and I passed out. When I woke up I was locked in a cold dark room. I jiggled the knob but it wouldn't open.

"HELLO LET ME OUT MY FATHER IS THE CHIEF OF POLICE AND HE'LL HAVE YOUR ASS FOR THIS!" I screamed while I tried to force the door open. All of a sudden a TV turned on in my room.

"Hello Bella. Long time no see," a weird high-pitched and familiar voice said.

"Oh my God – VICTORIA!" I gasped as I started to shake and fell to the hard bed I had been laying on. She was on the TV screen and she was grinning.

"Oh good you remember." She purred like a cat. "Sorry to keep you locked in a room like this darling but you see it's time for my revenge on the Cullen family."

At the sound of their name I started hyperventilating. "They…don't…care…about…me…anymore," I managed to gasp out. "They won't come to save me. Just kill me and get it over with. I'm Emo now and so that's my biggest hope for my life – to die tragically."

"I don't want them to save you," she purred. Wow she really was cat-like. "I want YOU to destroy THEM for me. Here's my plan. I'm going to force you to listen to a tape for hours and hours of me convincing you that you hate the Cullens and then you will and then I'm going to turn you into a vampire and then you're going to kill them. Then as your precious Edward is dying I'll kill you in front of him."

HIS name punched a huge hole in my stomach. I could feel the guts falling out all over the bed. I moaned and thrashed from the epic pain. "HE doesn't care if you kill me Victoria. I'm telling you."

"And I'm telling you that I don't care if he doesn't care about you. Edward killed James and so Edward must die!"

I couldn't take hearing HIS name over and over. I rolled around on the bed moaning in agony.

Victoria looked puzzled. "I'm puzzled. Why are you doing that? Did you have some bad sushi or something?"

"No," I moaned. "I just can't take hearing HIS name. It hurts so much."

"Grow a spine Emo," she spit back. "And now enjoy my little show!"

The screen went black and a suddenly a calming voice came out of nowhere.

"I hate Rosalie. I hate Emmett. I hate Alice. I hate Jasper. I hate Esme. I hate Carlisle. I hate Edward. I will kill them."

I screamed at the sound of each of their names - names that I wasn't allowed to think, speak or hear. This was pretty much the worst torture in the world for an Emo - I was in searing pain, but I couldn't cut it away with my trusty razor. Well technically I hadn't cut myself yet because as an Emo I'm really scared all of the time, but I do have a razor and I do keep meaning to do it.

I banged on the door. "PLEASE LET ME OUT! HE DOESN'T LOVE ME! HE NEVER LOVED ME! I HATE EDWARD CULLEN!"

I fell backwards onto the bed, stunned by what I just said. Oh my God, it was working! Victoria was going to brainwash me!

EPOV

Leaving Bella was the hardest thing I'd ever done and I've been alive for over 100 years, so I've done a lot of hard things. But I know that eventually she'll get over it and be happy with someone else.

I've basically become an Emo. I wear a lot of black and I listen to a lot of My Chemical Romance. Their music describes exactly what I'm going through. Which is a lot.

I was being Emo alone one day thinking about Bella and how delicious she used to smell when my phone rang. "What do you want Alice?" I asked sadly.

"It's Bella! She's gone missing!"

I bolted upright at the sound of her name. "What? Where? When? Why? How?"

"I don't know! I wasn't watching for her future because you told me not to," Alice wailed like an Emo. "But now when I look for her, I see her in the dark somewhere, crying, and there's a lot of loud noise."

I was puzzled. "She's at a My Chemical Romance concert?"

"Edward, stop being an Emo for five minutes and THINK! Who could possibly want to hurt Bella?"

If vampires could cry, I would be crying right now. "No one would ever want to hurt someone as caring and loving as Bella. No one but me. I've really messed things up, haven't I? I wasn't there to protect my sweet darling angel and now she's missing. I'm the worst person in the world."

Alice growled. "Knock off the theatrics right now you ass and get back to Forks. We'll all meet at the house and come up with a game plan."

"I'm on my way."

I snapped my phone shut and took off in my Volvo as the Emo-ness in me shut off and my usual anger took over. I was going to find whoever took Bella and kill them dead.