Hey, this is one of my first fanfics... this story's been swirling around my head for awhile, and I finally had time to write it out with Spring Break and everything. So read!

I laid, my body strewn across the couch. Watching the blank screen of the tv. Seeing my reflection, not moving. I was as pale as a vampire, just not as pretty. Not at all as pretty. My hair had lost it's gloss and was now a dull brown. I had cut it with some scissors one night, out of depression. Now it goes down to my shoulders. He had always loved my hair. Now there's nothing more for him to love. Nothing more for him to hate either. There was nothing left of me. He had taken everything from me.

My thoughts were interrupted with an annoying knock at the door. I slowly stood up and dragged myself to the front hall.

At the door was Mike Newton. I looked at him, my brow furrowing in confusion, "Hi, Mike?" It sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Hey Bella," he said uncomfortably, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. "Umm, I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk with me?"

"Sorry, I can't. I'm cooking Charlie lunch and I've kept him waiting this long so..." I trailed off waiting for his response so I could shut the door and drown in self-pity.

"But, I saw Charlie in his cruiser, going down to the station just a few minutes ago, when I was driving here." He said, challenging my lie.

"Oh, right," I muttered, embarrassed that I had been caught, "Sure, but just for a minute,"

I half-turned, grabbing my raincoat, and shut the door behind me. We began to walk down the sidewalk, his movements were stiff and exxagerated.

"Mike, is something wrong?" I asked, putting my hand on his shoulder.

He sighed, "Yeah, Bella, there IS something wrong. But," he paused, looking around, "I don't want to be overheard. Can we go into the woods or something so no one can hear us?"

"Um, okay" I said quietly. Not sure what was going on, I followed him through the underbrush, deeper into dark forest. He suddenly stopped in a small clearing, and turned to look at me. His eyes had become hungry, and were sweeping down my body like I was a prize he'd won. They lingered on my breasts, almost like he was sizing them up. It was a minute before I could say anything, "Mike... are you okay? What was it you were going to say?" I tried to act oblivious to his staring.

"Bella," he whispered, and stepped closer towards me, grabbing my hand, "I love you. I have loved you, ever since that first day you came to Forks." He stopped talking and smashed his lips to mine.

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