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Chapter 1

After coming home from Jacob's house, I climbed into bed and fell into my pillows, letting the cool wind from the window calm me. The window...the open window... that was where Edward used to come in. The cool wind blowing in now had a sweet scent to it... just like- don't think about it! I got up and shut the window, and pulled my curtains together with exaggeration and force.

I ran a hand through my hair and tried to clear my mind, but the memories were coming too quickly: the first time Edward and I met, our first kiss, his sweet scent, his pale and cold skin, his crooked smile, and then the words 'goodbye Bella Swan'.

I shook my head to clear it all. I must have forgotten to take my medications, I thought. I opened the top drawer of my nightstand, where I kept all my medicine I had started taking since Edward left, but all the bottles were gone. This is impossible, that was where it was always kept. I rummaged through my school bag to find the small clear bottle, but again, it was gone. Oh my gosh, what if Charlie had already found all of it and threw it away?
But he would have said something to me when I came home from school. I must be going crazy.

At the sound of pills shaking inside a bottle, I turned my head sharply to window. I let out a sound of my breath, so i wasn't crazy.

"Wasn't the type of response I thought I would get," someone said. "But of course, I don't know how you think."

I looked up at the face of the person holding the bottle. It was him.

"It's not really you, is it?" I said. Was I hallucinating?

"It is, Bella," Edward said. "It's me."

After a few seconds, I said, "I don't believe you. First of all, why would Edward even be here?"

"Because of this," he said, shaking the bottle. "If I had known that you would be taking drugs- harming yourself because of me, I would have came back earlier. How could you, Bella? And where did you even get this? Did you buy it off some person at school? And do you not realize that Charlie is a policeman?"

"It's not what you think," I pleaded.

"Explain," was all he said.

"When you left me, I just couldn't deal with it, so I began taking these to help me calm down," I began, " and it's been-" I shook my head. "Why did you leave?"

"Bella, I-"

"You said you didn't love me, so why do you care about what I do? And did you know how hard it has been for me?" I said, furious.

"I do love you, and I can never forgive myself for what I had done to you," he said with pain.

"And neither can I! I hate what you did! I hate you!" I yelled. And, surprising myself, my fist flew out. He raised one hand to catch it, but then decided at the last second to dodge my attack.

"Don't! You might hurt your hand," Edward said, dodging again. He grabbed a pair of Charlie's handcuffs of my working table, and handcuffed my hands to the table behind me.

"I didn't want to do that, but I had to," said Edward. "Now, I'm going to tell you the truth of why I left."