A/N: Hi guys, this is a story that has been on my mind for a few days now. I hope you enjoy it, and if not, please don't be too harsh on me. It is my first time writing fanfiction, so go easy on me? At least at the beginning. Your thoughts are really important to me so let me know what you think about it. Thank you.
Summary: It had been 6 years since Bella run away from her family, friends, but most importantly, her destiny. But one night changed everything as she couldn't resist using her healing powers to save a girl that had been shot in the bathroom of her dorm. Now she has two choices: run and try to hide from her past once again, or facing Edward who sure as hell had felt her using her ability and would try to get her back.
Prologue
She was just lying there in the bathroom, the girls were screaming, running out the door. And there she was, just lying there on the floor. In that moment only one thought crossed my mind: why the hell did I went back to pick Emily's toothpaste? Trust me, that girl had six more boxes of Colgate toothpaste in her closet but no… Emily is the sweetest girl I have ever met, bless her heart, but her OCD-recycle-don't-waste-tree-hugger ways sometimes are too much to take in. When my eyes focused on the blood, it happened. I couldn't help the pull that went through my body. I tried to close my eyes against the sight of the girl, trying to resist it. I tried to repeat in my head that the paramedics were going to get here soon. But none of this mattered. I had practiced for exactly this kind of situation and before that day I thought I had it under control. What a fool I was, I couldn't ever win against my nature. I couldn't help it, I could feel her heart rate declining, she was losing blood by the second, and I just reacted. A rush of energy went through my body and when I got to her, I pressed my hand on her stomach, where the bullet had hit. As the blinding blast of light erupted from my right hand, I felt the bliss that the healing process always caused. For those few seconds, I felt alive as I hadn't felt in years. But those feelings disintegrated as the wound closed. The girl was going to be alright but I knew right then, that I would have to run if I ever wanted to be free again.