- Leaving

A/N – So, this is the first story I have published on fan fiction. I started from where Edward left Bella in the forest and went from there. Please review so that I can know what I am doing. I hope to have another chapter posted by next weekend. I OWN NOTHING. ALL COPYRIGHTS BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER

"Bella, we're leaving." Suddenly, my heart stopped.

"Lea . . .leaving?" I stammered. "But Charlie," I whispered. I wasn't ready to leave Charlie yet.

Edward starred at me, emotionless, like a statue.

"When you say we. . . "I barely choked out, hoping I was misunderstanding him, somehow.

"I mean my family and myself," he said. That felt like a blow to my stomach.

"I'll come with you," I pleaded, trying to hold back the oncoming tears.

"You can't, Bella. Where we're going . . . it's not the right place for you." Those words felt like another blow to my stomach. I didn't understand what he was trying to say.

"But, where you are is the right place for me."

"Bella, I don't want you to come with me." I froze, unable to take in the breath my lungs were screaming for. I wanted time to rewind, to reset itself. I was confused and hurting.

"You don't want me?" I whispered, not really wanting the answer.

"No," he stated. I stumbled back, falling against a tree trunk. I grabbed it, attempting to stabilize my shaking legs.

"Well, that changes things," I said.

"I'm . . . tired of pretending to be something I'm not, Bella. I'm not human."

"You don't have to pretend to be anyone, Edward."

"You're not good for me Bella." I already knew I wasn't. He was the flawless vampire while I was the average girl who could never seem to walk in a straight line without falling down.

"This will be the last time you'll see me. I won't come back," I was speechless, clinging to the tree trunk, forcing my body to stay standing. "Don't worry. You're human – your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind. Take care of yourself." He slowly walked towards me, gripping my head in his hands. Lightly, he kissed the top of my head. Then, wordlessly, he turned and walked off.

"Wait," I whispered. I was unsure if he heard me because he soon disappeared.

Without thinking about it, my legs began moving. I stumbled my way through the forest, hoping that Edward hadn't already left. But, in my heart, I knew that he was miles away by now.

I felt a log hit my leg and I fell to the ground. A sharp pain shot through my head. I reached my hand up to my forehead and felt warm blood.

Unable to get up, I laid there on my side, knees pulled close to my chest. I now let the tears come. He had left me. He didn't want me anymore.

When no more tears would come, I closed my eyes. Night was coming, but I didn't care. I felt empty. I never wanted to go home unless Edward would be waiting there. I heard someone call my name in the distance, but I couldn't find my voice. Instead, I drifted into sleep.

~ JACOB ~ JACOB ~ JACOB ~ JACOB ~

I felt a warm hand under my head. I couldn't remember where I was. Then it all came flooding back. He was gone. Suddenly, my cheek met with a warm chest. I hadn't realized how cold I was until I felt that warmth "Are you hurt Bella? Why were you out here by yourself?" a voice asked. But, I didn't want to answer. I could tell that we were moving, but I didn't have the strength to open my eyes and see where we were or where we were going.

I heard a voice that sounded like my own, only I didn't realize I was talking. "He left me, he's gone." I just kept repeating those five words. I couldn't seem to stop myself.

"Okay Bella, we're home." Suddenly, I felt us come to a stop. I cracked my eyes open just slightly. I could see someone running towards us. As the shadow came closer, I could see that it was Jacob.

"Sam, is she okay? Is that blood? Bella!!? Are you okay?" I felt Jacob pull me out of Sam's grip and pull me towards his chest. He was warmer then Sam. "Bella, why are you bleeding? What happened to you?" Jacob inquired.

I didn't have to strength to say anything. Instead, I closed my eyes and buried me head into Jacob's chest.

Seeing that I wasn't going to say anything, Jacob rushed me into the house, carrying me effortlessly. When we stopped walking, I cracked my eyes open again and saw that we were in my bathroom. Jacob set me down on the counter and proceeded to wet a washcloth to clean the gash on my forehead. But, everything seemed blurry. I was all alone, Edward didn't love me anymore. I was just a dispensable human to him, that's all I ever was. He never really loved me. If he loved me, he wouldn't have left.

"Wow Bella, you sure got your forehead pretty good." I felt a warm cloth on my forehead. I hadn't realized how badly my head hurt until he began to put pressure on it.

"You had us all worried, you can't even imagine. Charlie came to the res and gathered Sam and his gang to look for you." I didn't know what to say so I just let him continue talking. "Charlie is still out searching. Sam is going to tell him we found you."

"He's gone," I finally managed to whispered.

"You mean Edward?" Jacob asked, his face beginning to twist in anger.

I could only look down into my lap.

"Did he leave you alone out there? I swear . . . if I get my hands on that . . . that. . thing . . . I swear I'll. . . ."

"Jacob . . . don't," I pleaded.

"Don't what? Don't get mad at Edward for leaving you out in the forest, alone, at night? Something bad could have happened to you Bella."

"He didn't leave me, it was my fault. I was walking in the forest and fell. I was too tired to get up and I fell asleep," I tried to explain.

"Okay, whatever you say Bella. I think it's time for you to get some rest," he said as he picked me up and carried me to my room.

"Jacob, I can walk, you don't have to keep carrying me," I said as he again carried me effortlessly. I couldn't help notice how Jacob had filled out in the past couple of months. I could see his muscles flexing with my weight.

I began to try to tell him that I really could walk but he stopped me. "Shhh . . . Just close your eyes and get some rest, Bella," he said as he laid me on my bed.

Quickly, sleep overtook me.