He was gone… he left me. After so many times he said he loved me, he lied. He played me like he played his piano. I can remember it so clearly, I would never forget.

*Flashback*

"We're leaving." he said.

"I'll come with you. I have to figure out some thing to tell Charlie. I didn't think it would be so soon."

"I don't want you to come."

My mind wasn't working right I meant to say, 'You don't want me to come?' but all that came out was, "You don't… want me?"

"No." and that's when he broke my heart. He walk closer to me, kissed my forehead and just like that, he was gone.

*End of Flashback*

That's what had me sitting here with a bag full of my clothes, my purse with my sock full of my money, and my jacket, writing a note to Charlie,

Dear Dad,

I'm leaving. I need to get out of Forks for a while. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I love you.

With love,

Bella 3

And with that I put the note on the table, wrote 'Dad' on the top, grabbed my keys, and got in my truck. I didn't know were I was going yet but I would know were when I got there. (This seemed like a good place to stop, but I thought it would be a little to short if I did.)

I kept driving for a couple of hours, it was getting dark and I was almost at the Canadian boarder, I knew I would have to stop soon, so when I saw the boarder I started to look for a motel. I saw a Motel 6 coming up so I stopped and park in the half full parking lot and ran inside, and since it had began pouring buckets, by the time I had made it inside was soaked. I walked to the receptionists table and asked what there cheapest room was.

"The cheapest room we have is $30 including breakfast and dinner."

"That would be perfect! Thank you."

She gave me my room key and said dinner will be there shortly.

I thanked her again and went to my room.

Once in my room, I set my things stuff down and decided to wait for dinner before I took a shower.

Dinner came shortly as promised it was a couple of sandwiches, it's more like lunch food to me, but food none the less. After I took my shower, I sat down the bed, turned on the TV and grabbed a sandwich. I hadn't actually looked around yet. It was actually not that bad, it had a mini fridge, a desk, a TV, a heater, and a single twin sized bed. Hmm… I thought to myself, not that bad at all. After I finished eating, I turned off the TV and went to bed.

The next morning, I got up took another shower, and packed what little things I had taken out. I then went to receptionists table and gave the casher the money and my key. Then I put my stuff in my truck and was off.

It had stopped rain but had gotten a lot colder. There was some ice on the road so I tried being as careful as I could.

After a few more hours it started getting dark. I was about a quarter of the way through Canada by now and I still didn't know were I was going to go yet. A couple minutes later I saw something in the middle of the road and slammed on my brakes, my brakes locked and before I knew it I was heading for a cliff side, I gripped the wheel tight and screamed in panic and fear as I started tilting off the cliff edge, then I was falling. I felt like a rag doll being thrown around and tossed in the air while hitting the cliff side, and then it stopped. All I could feel was pain, pain, and more pain. It was everywhere. I went to feel my face wondering if the reason it was wet was either it was tears or blood, when I felt it, it stung, I pulled my hand away and saw my hand it was covered in blood. Then I felt the nausea and blacked out.

Well I hope you like it it's my first story so if you could please review for me it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

Kayla.