Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Saga, Edward, or any of the Cullen's

No money is being made from this Fanfic. I'm just doing a 'what if' with Stephenie Meyer's amazing story.

Author's note; for the purpose of my story:

1) Jacob found out that he was a werewolf before he and Bella got really close (Sorry Jake), so he had to stay away from her in case she found out.

2) For Bella to be able to find the Cullen's she has to either skip a lot of school or be on Summer vacation, so I decided to make it summer.

3) I might change some of the details of what the Cullen's were doing, because it might be hard to fit some of those things into this plot

I hope you enjoy. It would be nice to have some reviews knowing what you like and don't, and If you'd like to read more. Thanks!

P.S. I know this chapter will be kind of boring because your going to be like "Look I already know that Bella was depressed! So get her to Edward already!" But I promise that will come in time. Also some of the traveling in later chapters is going to be unrealistic, because who really wants to read about Bella driving by herself for days?

Bella's point of view:

I sat in my room, curled into a ball on my bed, trying to keep the pain away. I had been thinking about-him, again.

I heard Charlie's cruiser coming up the driveway.

I needed to pull myself together for Charlie's sake; I could suffer when I was alone, I didn't want him to see me like this. So I forced myself off the bed and down the stairs to start making a late dinner.

"Bells?" Charlie called as he shut the front door.

"I'm in here Ch-Dad." Even as I stumbled over the words, I felt my voice was emotionless. "Dinners going to be late, I had a lot of homework." I lied. It was an easy lie to tell. One of many I'd told lately, along with 'I'm fine'.

"That's okay, Bella. I'll just watch TV."

I looked around the kitchen for something to cook. I decided finally on baked potatoes and began to wash them and poke holes in them with a fork.

I picked at my food, not really tasting it. After dinner I went up to my room and did homework, I still couldn't think of anything at all to do.

I'd done all the chores, I'd practically bleached the bathroom it was so shiny. I'd dusted; done the laundry; and taken out the trash. Then I searched around the house for something, anything to clean.

Now, I curled back up on my bed, I felt like a zombie, what was the point? I'd loved so greatly that it shook me to think of it, I'd thought he had loved me too. He had risked so much to keep me safe and alive, how could that all be in vain? I could have let James just kill me, if he really thought I was so useless to have around. I shivered at the thought. Did I really want that? I didn't think so. But I couldn't think of a fate worse than to have my love ripped away from me.

It was funny now to think that I had wanted, forever, literally. I had been willing to give up my old life for one like his, to become one of his kind, to be with him.

A little sob escaped my lips, and I raised my hand to cover my mouth, my whole body shaking, as a sobbed.

I cried myself to sleep that night, but my dreams weren't any better than when I was awake.

"You…Don't…Want me?"

"No."

And he turned his back and walked away into the dark. I was lost in nothing and shivering, as rain started to drop on me.

"Edward?" I called turning and searching for him. He couldn't just leave me here. Not in this dark nothing. I needed him. I loved him. He had to come back.

"Come…back?" I tried to scream, so he would hear me, where ever he was in the dark, but it came out as a whisperer. "I need you…"

I shot up in bed. It was only 2:00 AM. Not even close to what time I had wanted to wake up on a weekend. But I knew after that dream I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, so I trudged downstairs, to the kitchen and looked around for something to do. The kitchen was gleaming and I couldn't think of anything to do, so I decided I could go upstairs and check my e-mails. My mother was e-mailing and calling more often, ever since my dad had tried to send me back with her. I felt guilty and embarrassed knowing what I'd put them through.

I tuned on my computer and waited for it to turn on; it took a long time. A wave of loneliness washed over me. I wished I had someone to talk to. Someone who knew about vampires; someone I could talk to honestly. When I was with Ed-I felt a shiver run down my spine of its own accord; I had almost thought his name. Thinking it seemed to make it real some how. It would mean he was really gone and I would be admitting it. I almost started to cry again, but held myself together, by a tiny thread. Ready to snap.

My computer was finally ready. I signed in and saw I had new E-mails. I deleted the spam and then clicked on the e-mail from Renee.

Hi, sweetie.

How are you? Everything is better now that's it summer, right?

I could practically see my mother's hopeful face as I read the words. I felt a pang of guilt. My mother had always needed me and I had always been the one to try to save her from the world, but now, all I wanted was to curl up on her lap and cry. But that just wasn't who I was; I suffered in silence, trying not to burden people. I started reading again. She wrote about Phil's playing and how she had to sit through the hot games; but I could tell she loved it. She also wrote about how wonderful Jacksonville was. And I knew what was coming next:

Wouldn't you love to come up for the summer? You could get away from the rain, and spend some time on the beach. You could see Phil play, he's getting so good.

She went on to list all the exciting things about her home. Of course it was the line at the end that made me feel guilty.

I would mean so much to me If you'd come. I love you. Mom.

I hadn't seen my mother in months. I turned off the computer without replying. What should I say? For some reason I didn't think that was the way to spend my summer. I would depress my mother and ruin her summer. I didn't want to be a burden. I'd been working so hard lately to seem like I was okay. But I was really just going from one minute to the next trying to survive.

I couldn't think of anything to do for the rest of the day, so instead I just lay down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling.

ALICE'S POINT OF VIEW

I snapped out of my vision. I had been checking up on Bella, even though Edward had told us not to. I was trying to prove my point to him.

In my vision I saw Bella. She had seemed normal at first when I had looked; Bella cleaning and cooking and doing homework. But then there had been Bella crying; Bella clutching at her sides as if trying to hold herself together. She looked like an empty shell in most of the vision. I couldn't believe my brother could have done this to poor Bella.

Edward made a hissing sound, from the driver's seat of his silver Volvo.

"I told you not to look for her." His voice was low and deadly, but I wasn't intimidated, I just glared at the back of his head.

"I told you leaving her wasn't going to make a difference."

He gritted his teeth and said. "But it will. She'll get better. She'll meet someone and have a normal life. It's what she deserves."

He could be so stubborn! He couldn't admit that he was scared. He was going overboard as usual in his attempt to do what he thought would keep Bella safe. But being Bella, something was going to happen at some point, something that now we couldn't do anything to stop. Unless I did something…

Edward growled softly at my thoughts. "Alice…" He warned. Jasper sensing a fight coming started to send calming waves.

"And in this perfect plan of yours, dear brother, have you forgotten she knows what we are?"

"No. She'll forget. Humans have a way of forgetting things like that if they want to. She'll convince herself I was just another boyfriend from her high school years, and hopefully forget I ever existed."

I shook my head at my brother. Who did he honestly think he was kidding? Bella wasn't that stupid, she wasn't an average human. She hadn't run screaming. She's still loved him and now he was going to repay her by throwing it all away?

"I'm repaying her by giving her, her life." Edward answered my thoughts. I could hear the undertone of pain in his voice.

I sighed and curled up into Jasper's side.

We were driving to the house Esme and Carlisle had bought outside of Ithaca, New York.

It was nice there, but not as rainy as Forks, and I wished it was so I could go shopping more often. Port Angeles was a pretty good place for shopping. Maybe…

"Stop," Commanded Edward before I could even finish thinking.

I glared at him. I could tell Jasper was being affected by us both, because he was glaring too.

"Alice." He was practically growling now.

"I was just thinking Edward. I didn't ask you to read my mind."

"And I didn't ask you to shout your thoughts at me. If you want to go behind my back, could you at least do it softly?"

I could have laughed. But I wasn't in the mood. Instead I started to hum a song I'd heard on the radio to mask my thoughts for the moment, because I was coming up with a plan. And it was brilliant. If I do say so myself.

BPOV

Charlie had finally told me that I needed to do something. Anything, other than mope. I had been trying my hardest not to mope, I had thought I was doing a good job. So I had promised him. I owed him that didn't I?

I could hardly sleep again that night. I hardly ever slept anymore. I would just lie looking up at the ceiling.

But when I finally did drift off to sleep I was in the dark again.

"You…Don't…Want me?" It was that question again. The one that haunted me every minute of everyday.

"No." And of course the one things that could be worse.

And he turned his back and walked away into the dark. I was lost in the nothing and shivering, as rain started to drop on me.

"Edward?" I called, turning and searching for him. He couldn't just leave me here. Not in this dark nothing. I needed him. I loved him. He had to come back. But of course it was useless. He was gone. He'd never be back, because he didn't want me.

"Come…back?" I tried to scream, so he would hear me, where ever he was in the dark, but it came out as a whisperer. "I need you…"

My words seemed to echo in the endlessness that was my dream.

"I need you…"

"I need you…"

"I need you…" The echo seemed to be mocking me as my own voice became fainter.

I shivered awake and rolled over to seem it was a decent time to be getting up, so I hopped out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. It was simple but would work for now. I was probably just going to sit around anyway.

I walked downstairs to eat cereal. I wasn't even sure what kind it was. They all tasted the same to me now. Charlie had left a note saying he was going fishing with Billy Black and Harry Clearwater. So I was alone again. I picked up my bowl and scrubbed in clean, putting in away.

The dream I had had last night was haunting me.

It was like I was lost in the darkness. I didn't know how I was going to keep living this life of nothing.

"I need you." I whispered the words out loud. It was than that it hit me. I had to get out of Forks. I had to find him! He was the missing piece, he was part of my soul, my perfect match, and he had gotten away, and I couldn't let him. I needed to find him. I needed to bring him back…