Author's note: Hello everyone! This is my first twilight fanfic. I'm not sure if I'll continue it. If you want me to, please leave a review and tell me so. Also, in this story the Cullens are vampires, but Edward can't read minds and Alice can't see the future.

Selfish. What are you doing? You'll only soil things! You left for a reason! She's so much better off without you!

Phrases like this whirled round and round in my head as I stood outside Bella's house. It was four in the morning; too early for anyone one to catch me out there beaming up at the house as if it were about to collapse.

I was surprised to see the house looking, for the most part, exactly like it had when I had left. I was prepared for change. I pictured things looking happier, brighter than they had before. And foolishly, I had expected everything to improve drastically the second I left.

But no. Bella's truck still rested in the same place right in front of Charlie's police cruiser. The lawns still hadn't been mowed. The woods still sat intimidatingly close to the house; giving any lunatic freedom to hide until you went out to do your washing and they'd jump out and snatch you away. Thank god Bella had a dryer!

I knew being back there was a bad idea. More than a bad idea! It was a horrendous idea! I had left for a reason. I certainly hadn't forgotten that, but there was only so much pain I could take before I'd succumb to selfishness.

This is just a check I reminded myself. If Bella is happy then I'll leave right away. She won't even have to know I was here.

I squeezed my hands in to fists then release them again; flexing my fingers and inhaled deeply before easily latching on to the wall climbing up to Bella's room. Bracing myself I glanced in the window.

Nothing.

Much like the rest of the house, Bella's room hadn't changed much aside from the fact that she was missing from it. I wondered where Bella could've gone. She was never the kind to stay out late. Especially not this late! Where on earth could she be?

Hesitantly, I climbed into Bella's bed room. I was surprised to hear the sound of the window's creaking. I supposed no one had oiled the hinges of late. Made sense.

Once I was inside I could clearly hear the sound of Charlie's snoring, but there was no choice of Bella. Where was she?!

After a few more moments of puzzling over Bella's location it finally hit me.

I'm in Bella's room. This is the place where she goes to sleep every night.

Realising this I almost gasped. If I had the ability I think I might've cried right then. Instead I stood there my mouth hanging open in shock.

My gaze fell on her bed and before I could convince myself otherwise I walked across the room and lay down on it. I buried my face in her pillows and ran my hand across her quilt. Her scent filled me, intoxicated me and cut me open.

Unwillingly, I released a small yelp that had been forming in the back of my throat. I froze listening to hear if I had woken Charlie. His slumber continued just as it had before. So, I allowed myself to get lost in memories of lying in this bed with Bella before. Of her warmth. Of her smooth, fragile skin. Of her wet, unapologetic kiss.

I could picture it all so clearly. I swear, I almost could have sworn she really was lying there beside me.

. . .

In the morning there was still no sign of Bella. So, I decided I was going to talk to Charlie. It was a risk, but I had to know the reason she wasn't here. What if something really bad had happened?! Humans were so fragile. Thousands of them died every day. From illnesses, accidents, murder.

I had to know that she was alright. That mattered more than anything. More than what my showing up might cause.

So, I swallowed and knocked on the front door. I listened to Charlie standing up, his chair scraping across the kitchen floor and listened to him walking down the hall. The door swung open and I quickly plastered on a smile.

"Hello Chief Swan" I greeted him, swiftly. "It's good to see you again."

Charlie didn't react at first. But then his futures lit up with recognition. I could see him winding up to hit me. So, I quickly ducked letting his fist swing over my head.

"Get out of my property!" he screamed. "Do you think you can just walk back in here after everything you did to my family?!"

His words made me worry more about Bella. What had happened after I left? Because it didn't sound good.

"Sir, you don't know how sorry I am" I said, my voice shaking. "If you could just allow me to speak to Bella so I could make amends."

The anger in Charlie's face seemed to increase at first, but then he started to laugh a loud, harsh humourless laugh.

"Yeah, sure!" Charlie exclaimed. "Why not? I'll tell you where she is so you can speak to her."

For a moment Charlie re-entered the house. He soon returned and flung a card at me. I caught it effortlessly even though Charlie defiantly wasn't putting much effort into aiming.

"Go and talk to her. Then piss off and get out of our lives" Charlie commanded sharply, slaming the door in my face.

Still reeling from that whole conversation I hurriedly looked down and scanned the card he had flung at me.

Oh, god.

On the top of the card in big bold lettering the words FORKS MENTAL HEALTH INSTITUTE glared up at me.