Welcome to the first (at least I think so) six person POV story written for Twilight Fanfiction! That's right, there are six different people writing from six different point of views of the same story. This is Edward's POV and the other people writing are:

Jasper played by Book2romantic

Emmett played by Sierra Echo Bravo

Alice played by Shaps

Rosalie played by Eevy Angel

Bella played by CarribbeanLady

Edward played by luvvampluvdog

You don't need to read theirs to know what is going on, but you really should read them. You can find any of them by searching for "Eye of the Storm" in story titles or search for a community called "Morehead City, NC." Hope you enjoy it!

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The driving was starting to get tedious, but anything was better than sitting back at home. As I crossed the border into North Carolina, my stomach growled. "Of course, I run away and forget to bring the obvious," I muttered to myself. I sighed in frustration. I didn't want to stop driving. It seemed to be helping with my nerves. Turning off the road, I pulled into a little diner called Darry's. It looked like the kind of place that had good service and even better food, the type of place that happy families went. The sort of families that went to their kids little league games instead of hiring a personal trainer. The sort of families that enjoy making cookies together on Sunday nights instead of importing them in from California.

As I expected, there was a small family of four, laughing, sitting around a circular table in the middle of the restaurant when I walked in. I loped over to a booth in the corner, as far away from the family as I could get. I didn't want to deflate their good mood. A waitress soon strode over. Her features were of average beauty; chocolate brown hair that looked like it had been straightened too much and dark hazel eyes sat on an oblong face. She looked to be about forty, most likely with kids. Her smile seemed to hide away any flaws she had. It was big and genuine. The lines on her face clearly stated that there wasn't a whole lot of time that smile wasn't present. There were small worry lines by her eyes, though. Probably etched there from loving someone, a husband or child. She reminded me of my mom before my dad died.

"Hi! My names Janet and I'll be your server today. What can I get for you, hun?"

"I'll just have a burger, thanks."

"One burger coming right up." She walked away leaving me to my thoughts.

Her smile made me think about why I left. My fingers pinched the bridge of my nose instinctively, something I did whenever I was angry or upset. The reason why I left was a very stupid one. It's not like I ever wanted for anything. I lived in a house bigger than my school. I had every gaming system ever made as well as countless games, even multiple copies of some. The Volvo S60 sitting outside was mine and mine only. My top-of-the-line stereo could be heard throughout the whole house clear as a bell and my eight foot grand piano was the best of the best. Everything I wanted, I got. Mother made sure that our abundance of money didn't go to my head too much. She raised me like a perfect gentleman, ensuring I kept up my grades and always carried groceries for the old ladies. After my father died, she doubled her efforts. I soon found myself enrolled in ballroom dance and dinner etiquette classes. She had me fitted for a tux and brought me along to some of the more prestigious parties in Chicago.

Janet came waltzing back with one of the biggest burgers I had ever seen. Whatever part of the plate wasn't covered by the hamburger was overflowing with golden French fries. "Here you are sir." She sat the plate down, beaming the whole time.

"Thanks," I said sincerely, all my manners lessons paying off. I hadn't had a hamburger in years and I tucked in greedily. As I did, scenes from the past months flashed through my mind.

FLASHBACK

Waltzing around with a girl in a flowing purple dress in a sparkling ballroom... Sitting at my twenty foot dining table eating filet mignon alone... Piles of books surrounding me as I did my homework with a private tutor... Being best man for a guy I barely knew as he exchanged vows with a girl he hated.

END FLASHBACK

So far, that was what my life consisted of and I hated it. What's more, I hated myself for hating it. Here I was with tons of money, a good education, and quite a few girls to choose from and I still wasn't happy. There were so many people who would kill for my wealth and I didn't even care. I knew that I was quite well off. I knew that I had every worldly possession I could ever dream of, yet I still wasn't happy. I was the most despicable thing to walk this earth. I was supposed to be living the perfect life yet I was depressed. This life was some cruel trick. It makes you believe that a state-of-the-art car will make you ecstatic when all it does is dig you deeper and deeper into the pit of misery.

I finished my burger and set a twenty on the table, anxious to get back on the road. I climbed into my car and shook my head in disgust when I heard the engine start up. I didn't deserve this. Pulling back onto the road, I continued east. I had no clue where I was going, just away from Chicago.

'You're a coward,' my mind told me.

'How?' I challenged back.

'You're running away like a chicken and you don't even have a good reason to be running.'

'Are you kidding me? My life sucked.' My hand flew back to my nose. It seemed to be doing that a lot these days.

'You had everything possible.'

I gave up arguing with myself. I knew that I was a coward, running away from everything. About two hours later it started raining. The weather matched my mood perfectly. Now my whole world was dark, mentally and physically. Dark and pointless and wasteful. The rain starts to fall harder, pelting my windshield. Soon, it gets to the point where I can't see anything. 'Maybe if I keep going I'll crash and die,' I thought. It seemed like a good plan until I thought of the possibility that I might hurt someone else. While I may be the pits, others have perfectly enjoyable lives and I don't want to end them. Up ahead there is a little motel and I pull over. Hopping out, I jog over to the door, trying to stay as dry as possible. Right as I reach to open the door, it's pushed open from the other side.

"Oh," the old lady squeals, not expecting me there.

"Excuse me. I didn't mean to frighten you," I tell her.

"It's quite all right," she says, a slight English accent weaving in and out of her speech. She steps out of the building under the overhang and looks up at me. With her wispy white hair, she looks to be about eighty. "Would you mind shutting that door for me, son? I need to lock up now."

"Lock up?" I ask, incredulously. "It's only 5:00!" I instantly felt bad for my remark. With her flowery perfume and big carpet handbag, she seemed like the kind of women that would make the dream grandma. Beside's who she seemed like, the one thing my mother had taught me was to be polite no matter what.

"Don't you see those clouds, dear? There's a hurricane coming and I don't want to be stuck in it. No sir-ee." She kept mumbling to her self about the hurricane as I let go of the door in a daze.

A hurricane? Where do I go now? It's not like I had a plan before, but the direction I was going seemed to be a good one. The old woman seemed to read my mind.

"There's a hurricane shelter about twenty minutes east of here in a little place called Morehead City."

I thanked her and climbed in my car once more. Morehead City, here we come.

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