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Hello hello! This is my first attempt at writing FF! Please be kind! I've had this idea stuck in my head for 3-4 months now, and I've FINALLY found the time to write it out! I know this may be a little short, but please give it a chance!

Looking forward to everyone reviewing! Thanks!

- Genius

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. I do own the plot of Guardian Angel and its storyline however, and any other characters in here that are not from Twilight. You will see this disclaimer once only at the beginning of my story. :o)

Chapter 1

Just a couple more steps and it'll all be over.

That sounded easy enough. But for some odd reason, I couldn't bring myself to step over the edge.

I was currently standing on a ledge: a ledge that overlooked the city, oh, about 27 storeys high. I discovered this place about 6 months back, as I was leaving my apartment and noticed this door in the wall, at the end of the hallway. It didn't look like a door, with the handle hiding behind this big plant, but I caught it somehow.

I was late for work and was rushing to leave. With my luck, I fumbled the keys, and dropped them into this big plant that stood right outside my door. I bent down to pick it up from the mud of the plant, and as I steadied myself up, my hand fell upon this bump in the wall, which I pushed to pull myself up and sure enough this bump turned out to be a handle of a door which opened to this beautiful little area outside. That was the first time I came here. It overlooked the city of New York like you couldn't even imagine! It wasn't exactly the roof of the building, so I'm not sure if this place was off limits. There was no sign saying otherwise so it's not like I was doing something wrong right? Anyhow, I came here almost every day after work to relax and get my mind off things.

Work.

How that used to be my life. I was a journalist for the New York Post, covering the Gossip Column. I was really good. Or so, I thought...

This was the reason that brought me here to this ledge, contemplating stepping over.

My life as of late sucked. Super sucked. I just got laid off this morning. Why? I do not know. All I was told was "Isabella, you are no longer needed at the company. You may pack your things and leave effective immediately. Thank you for your contributions to our newspapers. You have written some wonderful pieces." And that was that. I don't think the guy who fired me even knew who I was or what I wrote. Would you call a gossip columnist's piece "wonderful"?Exactly. So, I had worked my ass off for this company for the last 2 years. Anything they asked, I did. I barely had a social life, and I was okay with that, because at the end of the day I was being paid. Not enough, but whatever.

Oh did I mention that today was also my parents' death anniversary? They were killed in a car accident 4 years ago in my hometown of Forks, Washington. It was the first blizzard of the year, and you think that would stop people from being stupid and driving under the influence. My parents were on their way home from a party, and well… I guess you can figure the rest. I didn't get a chance to tell them how much I loved them, how much I appreciated them for all they've done for me… nothing. The last words I had said were "Leave me alone, I'm busy!" Great kid huh? After their death, I couldn't bear to live in Forks anymore. I needed a change, to be somewhere that I wasn't reminded of my parents every other minute. I was 20 at the time of their death, and still had 2 years left in school. To get the change that I needed, I transferred to NYU to finish my degree in journalism.

So to top that all off, as I was walking to work this morning, I happened to see this guy that I was semi-interested in, Jacob Black, walking right past me with his arm around this tall blonde chick, smiling, laughing, whispering in her ear. Well, thanks for leading me on! We were casually dating, with our last date being two nights ago. Would it have killed him to at least tell me that he found someone he was really interested in?! I mean, they didn't look like they were casually dating. Clearly, it was something more. He never smiled at me like that. I know I shouldn't really be jealous, because we were "casually dating" but I couldn't help myself! Perhaps it's because he was the only person I was casually dating at the moment? Meaning... I wasn't even dating anyone else. Sad. I know.

Well, that was my Monday morning. Need I say more?

Now here I am, standing atop this ledge, knowing I have nothing to live for. My parents are gone. My friends are not plentiful. They won't miss me or even notice my disappearance. I'm sure of it. I have no job, no pets, no boyfriend, nobody!

So, here I go.

With that thought, I pulled my arms up to either side of me, palms facing up, ready to fly. My brown eyes looked up to the clouds, no sunshine, perfect day for me to go. The wind blew my long, mahogany hair behind me.

Don't think. Just do.

I bent my knees, ready to spring, when I heard…

"Don't do it."

........... God?!

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