I never pictured myself running was stupid, I knew, but I just couldn't stand it anymore. I slowed as I neared the meadow, watching my pale skin go from normal, to sparkling as if it were thousands of diamonds gleaming in the sun. I sat in the middle of the meadow where, millions of memories had been made yet only two people had ever been here.
With the inability to cry, I just sat in the clearing, closing my eyes. They would probably be following me. Who cared? From a distance I could hear faint footsteps- probably Edward or Alice. But as the steps got closer, I realised I wasn't very familiar with whoever this was.
"Bella," They said in a quiet, dark voice.
Terrified as I was to turn around, I went to turn around anyway. But before I could, everything went black.