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Chapter 1

I slumped down in the hard, plastic chair . . . waiting. That is all I ever seemed to do was wait. First it was waiting for him to finally agree with me. Then it was waiting for it to be over. When I woke it was waiting for his regret and self-blame to go away for helping become what I had dreamed of since I met him. Now it is waiting for my mind to catch up with my actions and go home to my father and, I winced at my thoughts, Edward. But, I couldn't stand the waiting anymore. That is why you are here, I reminded myself.

People stared as they passed me. I probably looked quite strange. I now had a perfect face, a perfect body. What most girls wanted, yet I was wearing sagging clothes and was completely soaked from the rain I had sat in.

I had thought that being a vampire would entitle you to unlimited amount energy yet I was completely drained and I wished for sleep to take me. After I had sat in the downpour I had gotten back into my truck, with the remains of my collage fund still in my pocket and any other money I could use without feeling guilty, which amounted to quite a lot. Unfortunately, most of the money from my collage fund was put in by him so, of course, there had been more in there then I could even hope to imagine.

Then I had drove for six hours to reach Sea Tac airport, to tired and distracted to care about turning on the heater to dry out my dripping clothes. There I bought a ticket to Cairo, where some university he had applied me to was. Why Cairo? I had no idea. Maybe he was just desperate to find a collage that would accept me. Or trying to get you as far away as possible something inside me said. This time I had to remind myself that I was the one that left this time. That thought just made the hole in my chest grow even larger, knowing that I had been the one to harm myself this time and I could currently be laying in my bed with his cold, granite arms wrapped around me had I not made this decision.

I sighed and pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my head on my knees. I knew that the mud from my shoes was getting on the chairs and would probably end up on my jeans but I didn't care at all right now. Why can't things just work out? I wondered to myself. Why can't everybody understand each other and except the decisions that they make for themselves?

"Now boarding for Cairo, Egypt." The annoyingly cheerful voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I lumbered onto the plane. I did not have any luggage and the only thing I had on me besides my clothing was my money. So with my clothes and pocket full of money I headed on to the plane.

As I walked down the aisle filled with people I saw business men trying to get rid of the person on the other end of their phone that was the latest addition from every company. They made their money and would go on their way. Most of them were young. I knew that someday they would leave and find a new job that did not take up as much for the new people they had let into their life.

Not many children were on these flights but the ones that were looked like they were from Egypt and that they were headed home. Back to the comfort and the place they had grown up in. As children they didn't have too much to worry about. They did have school, family, and friends. But they didn't have to worry about how they were going to survive, where they were going to stay at night, and other things that I now had to worry about. You wouldn't have to worry about those things if you had stayed. That voice was really getting annoying, and it was constantly making the hole grow even larger if that was possible. It was too late to turn back. So I sat down in my seat which, luckily, was next an older, grandmother like figure who smiled kindly at me when I sat down. I tried to return my smile but my face felt stuck from the moisture that had dried on my face.

As soon as I sat down I zoned out, the closest thing I could do to sleep, trying not to think about what problems lay ahead when the plane landed.

M'kay, what do you guys think so far? Now I personally love stories with play lists so we just had to add some songs.

Play list:

Mr. Brightside- Killers

Over My Head- The Fray

Seventeen- Ladytron

Subterranean Homesick Alien- Radiohead

Lover I Don't Have to Love- Bright Eyes