Authors Note : Just some quick information. 1. This was my first fan fiction that I posted in my Live journal account instead. 2. I am editing it A LOT. I think it sucked when it was over at LJ so I am doing my best to make it better. It was originally called Sunset on LJ. 3. I will be concentrating on updating my other story more on updating my other story then this one. 4. I have the basic structure of this story so when I do have time to write, it won't take me long. Okay, I hope you like it.

Preface.

BPOV

"I'm not good enough to be your friend anymore, or anything else. I'm not what I was before. I'm not good."

"What?...What are you saying? You're much better then I am Jake. You are good! Who told you that you aren't? Sam? Its a vicious lie, Jacob! Don't let him tell you that!"

"No one had to tell me anything. I know what I am."

"You're my friend, that's what you are! Jake-Don't!"

"I'm sorry, Bella."

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I bought the bottle back to my lips, closing my eyes as the satisfying heat travelled down my throat. I squeezed my eyes tighter as I felt myself become more and more disconnected to everything around me. Tipping the bottle up, I greedily drank the last of the liquid. As the last few drops entered my mouth, my grip loosened on the bottle. Opening my eyes, I watched as I let it drop. It broke on the side of the cliff on which I was sat on before falling into the gray sea below me. This had become a daily routine for me ever since Jacob had shattered the tiny bit of my heart that was left.

I would pretend to be asleep when Charlie left for work. As soon as I'd hear the front door close I would jump out of bed and pull on my black hoodie then step out of the door. As I'd climb in to my truck I would pull out the bottle from under the seat which was concealed in a brown paper bag. After taking a quick swig, I would turn on the ignition and drive to the La Push cliffs, where I'd drink until I couldn't feel the pain anymore. Then I would go home, cook dinner for Charlie and pretend everything was alright.

I watched as the waves crashed around beneath me. I often wondered if I would be free from all this if I just let the waves swallow me. This never ending, painful circle. "Bella, you need to snap out of this." I smiled as his voice filled my head. I was always thankful that every time his voice would enter my head was when I was too intoxicated to feel anything bar the numbness that I gladly accepted. "Bella, stop this now. Go home." I rolled my eyes, pulling my legs from underneath me to let them dangle on the edge.

"Stop this now, Edward." My chest tightened by a fraction. I hadn't consumed enough to make me completely immune to the pain. "Stop pretending you care!" I hissed, my words were slurred.

"You know I care." I scoffed, swaying as I did so.

"You're a liar! You never cared for me, neither did Jacob." My words were still slurred but my voice had risen in volume. They had both promised to never leave me. Yet they both had. Wasn't loosing the love of your life bad enough? Why did I have to suffer through loosing my best friend too? It was just too much heart ache for one life time. I let my head fall forward as it started to throb. "Bella please." He whispered. The throbs deepened. He was begging me now? Why should I listen to him? He didn't listen when I was begging him to stay. "Bella, you promised to keep yourself safe." I laughed at him. It came out more giggly then I intended.

"You promised not to leave." I whispered so low that the wind took away any volume it held. I squeezed my eyes shut. They flew open merely seconds later as an idea popped into my head.

Smirking, I pushed myself to my feet, staggering as I tried to stand as close to the cliff edge as possible. My toes were over the edge. I stood as still as I could, letting the dizziness from the sudden movement fade. The wind blew all around me, but I ignored it. My attention was on the violent, menacing waves below me. "Bella" He growled as I leaned towards the edge.

"Edward, if you care so much." I paused, smiling as I sucked in a deep breath. "Catch me." And I flung myself off the cliff.