Ok, I wanted to update my other fanfics, but this story was screaming to be written. It is set in New Moon-obviously, but instead of Edward leaving it's Bella who is the one who leaves. How far will Edward go to get her back, and what will Bella have to do to survive her worst nightmare. Please review and let me know whether or not to continue this, cause I'm not sure if it's any good. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: " Bells, you do not own Edward Cullen,"- my bff Alice.
" Oh, really, then why is he in my closet?"-Me
" Omg, he really is in there!"- My other bff, Em, after trying and failing to get into my closet.
In the last two days since my disastrous eighteenth birthday, everything has gone from bad to really bad to worse, to oh God what am I going to do now.
At first I thought Edward was going to ask me to leave with him, and then I became terrified that he might leave me, for, as he put it, my own good. But never in a million years would I have thought that I would have to leave him.
It was the second night after my birthday: the one that for the first time in a year that he hadn't stayed unless he was hunting. That was one of the worst nights in my life, first I was worried that he was leaving and then I knew it didn't matter because I was the one who had to leave. It was the Volturi, they somehow knew about me. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, I mean Edward had told me that they were the most powerful vampires in the world and they helped guard the vampire world from humans. The note they left gave me no choice; either I come to them, leaving Edward and not letting him know where I was going or watch as my love and my family were exterminated before my eyes, because of me. What I couldn't fathom though was why they wanted me; Edward told me that they normally just killed the humans that found out about the hidden world of vampires. Me, they send a first class ticket to Italy, maybe they wanted to meet me before they have me brutally murdered, or maybe they just want me to get to travel- yeah that's even too sarcastic and unbelievable for me. Well, whatever the reason, it was time to do the hardest thing that I ever have had to.
I had asked Edward to meet me at my house after school and he was waiting for me as I pulled up. It was then, however, that I realized I couldn't do what I had to in a place so filled with memories of us. " Come for a walk with me," I asked him not meeting his gaze or his lips as he reached down to kiss me. " Ok," he was puzzled, but I knew that he would follow me to the ends of the earth if I asked him to, and that's what made this so much harder. As we slowly walked along the forest trail outside Charlie's house, I could feel his eyes searching my face and I knew I had to do it now, before I couldn't. "
Edward." I stopped walking and faced him. " Yes, my love," he questioned, playfully taking a step closer to me. I backed away and tried to keep my face as apathetic as possible. I knew I was a bad liar, but so much depended on me lying convincingly enough. " " I'm moving to Florida with Renee and Phil." He just looked at me confused, and then he seemed to realize something. " Oh, ha ha Bella, real funny. Why would you ever do that," he asked rhetorically, grabbing my face in his hands and trying to kiss me. " No, " I pulled away. " I finally realized what you and your family really are; monsters!" he cringed and I did the same mentally, but I could still see some hope in his eyes and I knew that I had to go on. I played on what Carlisle told me in confidence about what Edward believed. " I finally get that you don't have a soul and if I stay, I'm risking mine, and you are not worth my soul." Mentally I thought, no you are worth so much more; I saw his heart crumble before my eyes and I took all I had not to kiss away his pain. " I thought you loved me?" it was a question not the statement that it should have been " I did," I answered. "Or at least the idea of you." To keep hate in my eyes I thought of the Volturi and what they were forcing me to do. I knew as soon as Edward saw it, because the next instant he was gone in a rush of air, the picture of his brokenness swam across my vision.
I tried to run after him, but it was pointless. I followed him until time seemed to lose meaning. I followed him until my legs gave out and I fell to the floor; curled up in a ball, staying there, hoping that it was all just a bad dream.
Darkness fell along with sheets of rain. If I didn't move, maybe it wasn't real; I kept thinking this over and over again, like a mantra, until I heard gruff voices. " Tell me you were not trying to run." Arms as cold as the voice of the person they belonged to, picked me up roughly. " No," I managed weakly. " I lost him, I can't believe I lost him." I was only vaguely aware of being carried to an airport, and onto a personal plane headed to my future or lack thereof.
There it is. It should get better, Review please.