A/N: Hey guys! So I've been wanting to write this for over a year, but that meant I had to get over my writers block in the last story. I hope you enjoy this sequel. Be prepared for angst and drama.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer… I just really enjoy torturing them ^_^

There are no words…

There are no emotions…

There is nothing at this time…

I lay in the middle of the floor, a permanent imprint of my body had sunken into the floor. It didn't even disappear when Emmett threw me out of the house stating that he wouldn't let me come back until I hunted.

What was the point? There seemed to me none to life now. Not without her. I remember the day so clearly. We had made love, such a wonder and life changing experience. I remember removing my hand from her flesh and seeing the bruises that were left in their wake. I knew then for certain that I was a monster. Despite my best efforts of protecting her, I still hurt her.

And then her birthday party that night. I couldn't bear bringing up the memory so I willed it away. This was the only way she could be safe from me. From what I am and what I bring upon her.

We had relocated across the country to Manchester, New Hampshire. It was practically 4,000 miles away from her. I wondered what she was doing at that moment. It wouldn't take long for me to get back, just to see her. Make sure she was all right. I immediately shot down the idea. I was too weak. There was no way I could leave her again.

Every five minutes I had that war with myself and it had been like that for the past year. I would try to think of an excuse to go back for her and then force myself to stay lying in the middle of the floor so that I wouldn't.

I heard small dainty footsteps coming up the stairs. I knew who it was before they entered and I cursed to myself as she opened my door. She flicked on the light though she could see me plain as day. I closed my eyes against the sudden light and rolled away from her.

"Go away Alice." I muttered. She ignored me and walked right in. Damn her.

"Edward." She didn't speak but I heard her thoughts, "It's been a year and you've barely moved from your room."

"Go away Alice." I said again, louder this time.

She sighed. I felt a feather light thud on the floor, "Were worried about you. You don't do anything but sit here in the dark. We have to force you to eat."

I tried to ignore her. Rolling over onto my back I threw my hand over my face.

"That's it!" She practically screamed as she pushed off the floor. I uncovered my eyes to see her stomp over to me and pull me off the floor, "I'm tired of this!" She pushed me against the wall as she walked over to my many unpacked boxes pulling out a shirt and a pair of jeans. She threw them at me and placed her hands on her hips, "I get that you're mopey and depressed. I miss her too. But this was your choice so live with it! She began to walk out of my room before stopping, "Do something other than sitting in the dark before a kick your ass." With that she slammed the door behind her.

Damn her to hell.

I threw on the fresh clothes and walked over to the window. She was right. Moping around wasn't going to fix anything, and my misery was only hurting everyone else in the house. They didn't say it, but I knew. Maybe it was time for me to leave. Just for a while, so I could sulk without interfering with anyone else's lives.

Taking Carlisle's car I began to set out towards downtown Manchester. I didn't drive the Volvo anymore. It still smelled of her, and it was just too painful. I began to drive. I didn't know exactly where I was going, but on the way to my unknown destination I thought I'd look for apartments.

Somewhere along Elm street I parked and began to walk the down the urban area. It was dark now. The neon lights mixed with the old brick buildings creating a unique warm glow against the darkness. Above many of the restaurants, bars were many "for rent" signs. I made note of that as I continued on.

I rounded the corner near a local pizza shop. Right next to the pizza shop was a small salon, the windows dark. Across the street was a small club. The pink and red neon lights read "Fuse: XXX". It didn't take a genius to know what kind of club it was.

Not farther down the street was an art college. Just in the window was a small gallery. It was the end of the year and the senior show was upon them. That was something I hadn't done, maybe that was the distraction I needed. I made a note to check out admissions tomorrow.

Behind me I heard a door open. I glanced over my shoulder. A blonde woman walked out of the building. She wore a long black jacket. Her bang fell into her face as she lit a cigarette. Behind her was a tall man wearing a suit. His hair was greying and his steps were heavy. The woman stumbled on her stiletto heels. It was obvious she was drunk as she laughed and reached for the man. There was something off about her laugh. It was empty, joyless. The man wrapped his arm around her waist and steadied her before walking off towards Elm Street.

Shaking my head I turned and continued down the street observing the rest of the campus. After reading the top of the building I found the name of the college was "The New Hampshire Institute of Art." The school was a giant floating campus around a small walking park. I had spent a good two hours touring the campus before I began to walk back towards my car. It was four in the morning by the time. All the neon lights had been turned off and street was barren. Only my car remained on the side of the street.

Starting the car I pulled out of the space and began to drive back towards home. I hope deciding to study art was enough to get Alice off my back.

A/N: Ya know what I like more an angst ridden Edward? Reviews! Tell me what you thought of this first chapter.