People, this is a story that really needs to be told. This one itself is fictional, yes, but there are so many people dealing with this out there, and they don't all get their happy endings (which, yes, this story does have). Some people have gone through something traumatic, others haven't. They may be social outcasts. Keep an eye out for the signs. If you know someone who seems like they may be depressed, reach out to them. Some people wear a mask and put up walls, letting no one in. Help them out; they need someone to be there. If someone seems hopeless, give them hope. Sometimes, a person just needs someone to care, it's that simple.

One person can make a difference. If you would just take the time to notice and to care, you may end up saving a life.

.:Chapter I:.

Bella

Nobody'll miss me. No one will care. Angela might be sad, but she'll get over it soon. Charlie might blame himself, but he'll just drown himself in his work and forget I'd existed. Renee would cry, but Phil would make her okay. Mike would have to find another girl to follow around, and Lauren and the rest of the school would have to find someone else to hate and ignore. And all would be well.

Before logging off my Facebook account, I changed my status:

Bella Swan is going down to the cliffs tonight.

Tomorrow, they'd all know what it meant.

I took nothing but my keys. I left my cell phone on the desk—if anyone did happen to figure it out, I didn't want them to try to stop me. I put on my jacket and left the house, hopping into the cab of my truck. I stuck the key into the ignition, twisting it hard, and the truck roared to life.

And I made my way down to La Push.

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Edward

"Edward, can I come in?" my sister called from the other side of the door.

"Sure, Al," I responded. The door squeaked as Alice opened it, and she had a pained expression on her face. "What's wrong?"

She shut the door behind her and sat next to me on my bed. "Edward, you know how I have those… feelings… about stuff?" I nodded. Alice had a strange ability to just "feel" what was going to happen. "Well, tonight… something bad's gonna happen… Someone's gonna die."

"Who?" I questioned. This worried me, but I had to be calm, for Alice. It was these kinds of times that it felt like she was so much younger, rather than the same age as me, seventeen.

"I don't know," she whimpered. "All I know is that someone's gonna die tonight."

I wrapped my arms around her small body, trying to reassure her. "Shh, Ali, it'll be okay. We'll figure something out." She nodded and leaned into my arms. And then five minutes later, she was asleep. I laid her down gently on the bed and got off.

To distract myself from the thoughts of Alice's premonition, I turned on my computer and logged onto Facebook. I scrolled down my news feed, looking for anything interesting.

There was an invite to a party at Mike's this weekend. Lauren had posted photos from a mall excursion with Jessica Stanley and a few other girls. Twelve kids from my school, eleven girls and that one gay kid, were going to a Jonas Brothers concert in Seattle next weekend. And then one line caught my eye.

Bella Swan is going down to the cliffs tonight.

I was staring at the words she'd posted just five minutes ago, and something hit me.

Bella Swan. Cliffs. Death. Tonight. Alice had been talking about Bella.

I was out of my room in just a few short seconds. I nearly tripped twice on the stairs as I made my way down. My jacket, sneakers, and keys were all right by the front door. I stuck my feet in the shoes, not bothering to tie them, and put my jacket on as I ran.

I sped down the road toward La Push, the only cliffs in the area.

But why would Bella, the smartest, most beautiful girl I'd ever met, be suicidal?

Over the past month or two, she had changed her look, making it much darker. She'd painted her nails black, traded cute flats for old black Converses, replaced her bright tops with t-shirts for bands that I wouldn't have thought she would listen to, started wearing thick black eyeliner, and, just last week, dyed her hair a deep black with just a hit of red.

The signs were there—sudden image change, withdrawal from her friends, everything—but the question was, why?

I passed the "Welcome to La Push" sign at the border of the reservation, and made a sharp right, taking a shortcut to the cliffs. I had to stop the car when I reached the small footpath, though, and jumped out of the car and sprinted, not bothering to shut off the engine or even shut the door.

Please don't let me be too late!

When I got to the end, where the trees stopped by the cliff, I saw her. A beautiful, lonely girl standing right at the edge, about to end her life.

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