AN: I don't own twilight or any of the characters. They all belong to Stephenie Meyer. This is my first Fan fiction write. It is set right after Edward runs off (after their meeting in the forest) in New Moon. I was listening to A Clean Shot by the Myriad when I wrote it so it was an inspiration for the title, so the title belongs to the Myriad. Thanks.

"I'd rather die than be with anyone but you." - Bella Swan (Page 45, Chapter 2 of New Moon by Stephanie Meyer)



Bella's POV

I felt the world unwind underneath me. Everything was changing. Edward was gone. There was no sense in chasing him with his inhuman speed he would be out of reach within seconds. There was nothing left. He was my world. The forest became a blur of green. Green then faded to black. I was nothing. He was my everything.

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Alice POV

Jasper's arm was around my waist. I had already packed. I felt uneasy leaving Bella here. Her future was unclear to me. I couldn't seem to get a grip on what her reaction would be but I knew Edwards's arrival would be soon. Rosalie and Emmett weren't affected by our soon coming change of scenery. Esme was more than disappointed in Edwards's choice to leave Bella. She wasn't convinced by his speech nor his concern for Bella's safety. Bella was safe. Even safer with him here. My head became to pulse. A blur of motion. The scene played for me my eyes widened in shock. "Alice, what do you see?" Jasper was hovering over me, sending calm emotions. Bella eyes stained with tears. The window was open. She signed a piece of paper on her desk. I searched for the content of the note. Wondering what provoked her tears. Family and friends, I love you but I am not prepared for my future. I cannot live a life without Edward. He was my everything. Bella. My sight then turned to Bella speeding toward La Push in her ancient truck. The vision played in my mind. I knew where she was going I knew what she was going to do.

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Bella's POV

I had no plan. I hadn't prepared for this type of emotional distress. My meeting with him in the forest would be my last memory of him. I would never see him again. I had to see him again. I walked back to the house. Charlie's cruiser wasn't in its normal spot in the driveway. I immediately decided my plan. I was leaving. I went into the house and climbed the staircase. Each stair a memory. I had just came down these stairs days ago. In a different mood, in a different world. The world was different now. I immediately ran to my desk. Abruptly slamming into the chair, and writing my final thoughts onto a pad of paper. I felt hot. My body was shuddering with the fear and doubt of the crime I was going to commit. My heart was pounding in my chest. What would I do? What could I do? I couldn't get him back? I didn't make him stay. He didn't want me. Why? What about everyone I loved? Doubt filled my mind, I couldn't leave Charlie, Jacob, Renee. Even with my distaste for Jessica, I couldn't leave her. I shook it off. It had to happen. Without him there was no me. I finished my note. And I reached the door and said my goodbyes to the house for the last time I broke into a crying fit. I had to try maybe hed come back. I ran back to my room, going straight for the window and slammed it up into the frame. Calling out into the gloomy town. "WHY?!" "Edward, please come back to me." All of my screams were in vain he wasn't there. He didn't want me. Each step down the stair was an assuring thought. He didn't want me. Step. He didn't want me. Step. He didn't want me. Step. I reached the door again. This time not saying goodbye to the house. I was done with the world. I walked through the rain to my truck. The sound of the ignition jump started my heart. I hit the gas speeding out of forks full force. I drove fast, almost recklessly. Everything whizzed by me. The sound of the rain didn't affect my truck speeding toward the la push reservation. I pulled my truck off of the road into the dense forest. A nature walk. Still rough and untraveled. He doesn't want me. HE doesn't love me. I drove faster. Up ahead the road cut off. The scene changed from vast forest to open water. A sign marked the up coming dead end. My dead end. I slammed on the gas. My tuck wheezed as it reach its limit. I reached my limit. I would coast into a new place. It would be over. He didn't want me. He didn't want me. Charlie. Renee. Jacob. I slammed the breaks. The wet gravel underneath me did nothing to stop my forward motion. I slammed my foot harder to the break. I have to stop. The truck wasn't going to stop. I had made my decision.

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Alice POV

Tears streamed down my face. "ALICE, What happened? What did you see? Is it Edward. What is going on?" Jasper was frantic. "Bella.. Bella is going to. I. Why would she do this? To Charlie." I stuttered out each word. I was at a lost. What could I say to change her mind? Would she change her mind? Was there time? Jasper ran into the house. I heard the door shut and then slam open. It was Emmett nearly ripping the door from the hinges. With Rosalie, Esme, and Carlisle right behind them. Before I could open my mouth to explain what I had seen. My head clouded to another vision. Bella was sprawled on the gravel. Each arm covered in scrapes and cuts. The rain drenching her body. She was into a full sob, screaming and crying. No one was around. Where was she? The thought cut off. Carlisle's words interrupted. "Alice, who is hurt and where?" I cutoff Carlisle inquiry and began to search for Bella. Anything to tell me where she was. But to no avail. I found nothing.

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Bella POV

The truck was speeding forward toward the open fall. I can't leave this way. I shoved on the door of my truck. The wind was rushing past me. I slung myself into the green. I was airborne. I felt my body slam into the ground. Gravel cut into my arms and face as I slid with monumental force toward the long dive. I couldn't scream. My mind pitied itself for the choice I had made. I could feel each rock cut into my skin. I wanted to die. I would have rather stayed in the truck and suffered a quick death. I slammed against a tree trunk, stopping my movement toward face. I lay lifeless on the path. Covered in mud and gravel from my descend I broke into a sob. My truck slid off the cliff. I could do nothing but cry. I would die here. He wouldn't save me. He didn't want me.