Ok... Here's the deal. I took down my other story because it got too difficult. It had absolutely no place to go, so I have deleted it. This story, however, may NOT work, but I'm hoping it does. So, Here it goes:

Prologue:

I've changed many times in my life. Some good, some bad, but since the accident, I've found a few people that've helped me more than I ever thought possible. Especially one person in particular. This moment was indescribable. So different than I thought it would be, but this "different" is way better than I thought it would be.

BPOV

I walked out the front door of my aunt Steph's house and locked up. I strayed over to my BMW, and got in. I started the ignition, along with the radio and pulled out of the driveway. The engine's purr soothed me a little as I drove to school, and it gave me time to think.

The first day of Senior Year had been horrible. At the end of Junior Year, everyone knew the "old Bella". She had long, beautiful brown hair with a gorgeous auburn tint. She had also worn just a little make-up, because she was naturally pretty. Flawless skin, deep, dark, chocolate brown eyes, and pouty lips that were (according to the Y- chromosome) irresistible. She had worn what most normal teenagers wear- in style, pretty clothes-, and she had a boyfriend.

All of that had changed completely, absolutely, and totally. My clothes turned black, or either had black on them, or were just really dark. Some people thought them depressing, But that's the way I felt. I also wore a lot of make-up, though it only contains of eye-liner and mascara. The eye-liner went on heavy. I also dyed my hair black, with no trace of my natural color. I really liked my hair this way. I made these changes after the accident because I didn't want to remember my old-self.

So, on the first day of school, everyone flipped. It turned chaotic. I had people (friends, other people I didn't know, as well as teachers) all trying to talk to me at once. Some wanted to know why I changed, some tried to apologize, while others tried to drag me to the counselor. But, I didn't listen to them. Nothing was wrong with me, and they just didn't understand that. I pushed them away like I did my memories of them. At least all the chaos has passed. I thought to myself.

I pulled into the school parking-lot, grabbed my bag from the passenger seat, and headed to class.

We were a few weeks into the school year, so 1st through 4th periods flew by on this particular day. The day something happened that I never thought would've happened.

I walked to my locker to grab my algebra book before lunch. I would normally take a novel, but I had a test later in 6th period. I would normally read or study during lunch because I never ate at school. I never felt like it.I ran over to the monstrous oak tree on the school lawn, and sat down and studied.

I had this weird feeling in my gut, like something different was going to happen.

I was on my 5th problem when the one person I thought I'd never even talk to again walked up. I knew it was him because of his very distinct smell. This isn't weird, it's just that I got used to it when we were younger, and closer as a matter of fact. I managed to ignore him for a full minute, well, that is, until he started talking to me.

"Hey Bella. We need to talk, if you'll let me." NO. No, I'm not ready for this. Not now. I don't need him. I started to gather my things and stood up.

"Edward.." I chewed on my lip. "I don't think that's such a good idea right now. Don't worry, I'm leaving."

I started to walk away when he grabbed my arm with a firm but gentle grasp.

"Bells, please talk to me. We don't have to talk about anything uncomfortable if you don't want to. I understand that you may not be ready, but you're going to have to at some point. You know that you can't keep it bottled up forever." He looked at me with sadness in his eyes and whispered, " You know that they wouldn't want that. Especially him. Come on Bells. Talk to me."

"Edward, why would you want to talk to me? Do you want to talk about how much of a freak I am? Or maybe about the fact that I've changed for the worse. I don't need your help. I don't care that we used to be best friends, you're not going to change me. No one is. I don't care that I look scary, or that I am the way I am. I don't want to hear it." I was infuriated, and I don't know why. He just looked so miserable.

" Bella, pleas—."

"No. I don't know what you're trying to prove here, or what kind of joke this is, but it's not funny. I'm feeling so many different things at once: I'm irritated, angry, confused, and sad all at the same time. Imagine feeling that?!?!? You have no idea what's going on in my head right now. Please just leave me the hell alone and we'll be fine. You have your friends and football and popularity. I have.. well, none of that. But I have my life. I can live without you and anyone else in it. Goodbye."

I knew what I said hurt him. But I had to, because I just... can't handle him right now.

I didn't know it then, but that wouldn't be the end of Edward Cullen.

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I don't need him, not really. He wouldn't understand. He just wants to explain about how much of a freak I've become. There's no reason for to listen to him.

I drove home contemplating in my head as to why Edward, my former best friend, would want to talk to me. Didn't he have enough to deal with? I mean, he's the captain of the football, and basketball team, and he's the most popular guy in school. He didn't need me.

I unlocked the front door of the house and went inside. I had moved in with Aunt Steph after the accident. I hadn't had a lot of things to move, so it was fairly easy. I set my stuff in my room and walked to the kitchen for something to eat. I grabbed a brownie and turned around to go back upstairs when I spotted the den computer. I hadn't even bothered to touch it since that night. I clicked on the internet icon, and logged on to Myspace, just glad I remembered how. I don't know why I didn't delete it.

I saw that I had "New Messages!", "New Friend Requests!", and "Comment Approvals!". I decided that it would be easier to start in the friend section. There turned out to be 24.

"Don't know you," click, "or you..."click. "I know you but I hate you." I muttered to myself. This continued for a few minutes until I came to the most recent one.

It was Edward.

It was from today. We hadn't had a myspace before high-school, so we never were able to become friends on there. After we got them, we ended up forgetting about one another.

Cautiously and thinking I'd regret it later, I clicked "accept". I went back to my homepage and tried to tackle my messages next. I started at the earliest ones in the "unread" section. I was able to sift through quickly, since most of them asked how I was, or that they were sorry for what had happened. Whatever. I quickly got to the end of them and sure enough, the most recent was from who else, than him.

"Bella, please talk to me."

Why does he keep bothering me? I can't stand it.

"No."

I went back to Home to try and look through comment approvals, when the "New Messages!" button popped up. I clicked on it quickly and went to the message.

"Why not?"

I replied fast.

"Cause I don't wanna talk about it."

I clicked send and returned to my comment approvals. I clicked through them in a matter of minutes, denying all of them. I went back to my inbox and there was another one.

"Fine. U don't have to. Im not trying to annoy u, and no1 put me up to this. I just want u to no that im here if u ever need me. Im being honest."

I was trying to come up with a snappy comeback, but then I reread what he had written. Iwas completely at a loss for words. He wanted to be my friend again? This is just not normal. He must be just feeling sorry for me. That's it! But I can't let him know I think that.

Over the past 4 months, I had become used to not talking to anyone, or having friends. I had isolated myself and mourned. Mourned not only for my parents and Jacob, but also for myself. I would look at how sorry and alone I was, and cry even harder, and hurt myself even further. I had built a wall that no one would be able to get over. Or so I thought. Why was Edward trying to make it crumble? I really had no idea.

"K. Thanks. I guess."

I went to my homepage again, figuring that'd be the last of his messages.

Nope. It wasn't. I opened the message quickly, getting slightly irritated again.

"Ur welcome. Hey, can I sit with u at lunch 2morrow?"

"UGH!!! Can't he just leave me alone?"

"Who won't leave you alone?" my Aunt Steph said as she walked in with the groceries.

"No one. It's nothing." I said returning to the screen. I started to type the response:

"Why do you want to?"

"Listen, Bella. I'm going out with Alex tomorrow. So you might want to make plans. But if you don't, that's okay." she started to find dinner for us.

"Really? Got a hot date, huh?" I asked with a grin on my face. My messages box popped up.

"Why not? I want 2. Please?" :)

I was too tired to even care.

"Fine. Same place, same time. I g2g."

"Well, yea... kind of." she replied with a smile of her own. She turned to look at me, and realized that I was actually on a computer. She looked shocked.

"Bella, I thought you didn't check your e-mail and things anymore."

" Oh, well.. I normally don't, but today I decided to, I guess." I said while shutting it down.

"Listen, I have a brand new laptop that you can have, and put it in your room if you want. Just so you can have some more privacy. I can go get it if you want me too."

This was shocking. " Uhh.. Ok. Yea, when can I get it? OH! And, umm... well, what.. Color is it?" I didn't want something bright and girly.

"Don't worry, it's black." I blew out a sigh of relief. She laughed, "I actually bought it for your birthday, but you said that you didn't want anything. I kept it, hoping you would need it someday... so, I mean, well... You know." she rambled on.

"Aunt Steph, that would be great. I promise, thank you so much."

Once we had gotten the laptop box to my room, I started to set it up.

"I had my friend Cayla work on it and set up the internet and stuff for you already. All you have to do is plug this... thing in." She held up a wireless connector, and handed it to me.

"Thanks. Really. I like it a lot!" I threw my arms around her.

" Well, I'm glad. I thought it would be a lot more convenient for you."

"It is, thank you!" I smiled, though it wasn't exactly real. It would be a while before someone could get me to do that.

As I flipped through my journal that night —It was like a diary, but not completely. It was just a place for everything that was going on in my mind. I hadn't written in it in months.

I read back over stories I'd written, pictures I'd drawn, and entries of my day-to-day life before the accident.

They were all so... happy.

All about love and devotion, never ending love stories. Stuff I'd actually felt, because, in all reality, I had loved Jacob. I still loved him, and that would never change. It should be a crime to hurt and grieve this much.

I finally stopped flipping through when I felt the large, hot tears start to roll down my face. I put the journal in my dresser drawer buried under my socks. I covered it so that I wouldn't see it unless I dug for it.

I crawled in bed thinking about my very unusual day. I didn't get very far before I fell into, for the first time in a long time, a peaceful, deep, dreamless sleep.

I hope you liked it!! There's more to come. I'll probably only be able to update every TWO weeks on the weekends, because that's the only time I have computer access. I do, however have internet on my ipod, so you can still pm me and REVIEW!! There will be more edward if you do!! ily!!!

Next chapter features.... EPOV!!!!