AN: New chapter. Guess who's here? Edward. Just a little Edward. I thought Id try to write from his perspective. (I'll need to extend my vocabulary if i plan to write more from his POV) There are so many paths to take from this point. Choices, Choices.
BTW, I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. Stephenie Meyer does though. I don't own the title either. But the Myriad does.
Alice POV
Why hadn't I seen this before? Why did it have to play seconds before it happened? I could have stopped her. I could have stopped Edward. The blur of visions, the fog of Bella's fate clouded my mind. My head began to throb in pain. I had to stop. I couldn't search for her. The pain in my head was too strong. My mind pulsing as if I had a heartbeat. My instinct was to rub my temples, but it did not relieve the pain. My hand went from around my temples to surrounding my face. Jasper started "It was something about Bella. She said something had happened to Bella." Carlisle's expression was un-phased. Hurt with Bella was to be expected. "Maybe Edward knows something. When will he be home? Alice can you find Edward?" I couldn't look for Edward. I couldn't concentrate. My conscious mind was looking for Bella. For a way to protect her. A scream rang from my mouth. The room becoming chaotic with comments, inquiries, ideas, thoughts. "Silence" I screamed. The entire room became quiet on my command. I heard Emmett chuckle under his breath. "What's got her panties in a twist?" I didn't have time to stop. I needed to concentrate. To search. I needed to find Bella. Now.
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Edward POV
My speed was comforting me. The rush I got when running was incomparable. The only thing close to comparison was a touch from Bella. Her skin so warm. The way her face lit up every time I smiled at her. Bella. Bella. Bella. Bella. How could she believe I didn't love her? Protecting her from sadistic James, sneaking to her room at night, every touch, and every kiss. How could she believe I didn't love her? She was too good for me. Too good for me to love. I couldn't run in the direction of my home, to the disappointment of my mother, of my family. Every one of her thoughts urged me to change my decision. She didn't understand. I couldn't put Bella in danger anymore. Esme's words scarred me "Edward, you've waited so long for her. You can't run away." I wanted to run away. If I was going to be away from her, I needed to be far away. No distance wouldn't comfort my separation from Bella.
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Alice POV
A jolt of energy ran up my spine. My sight widened and cleared. It was Bella, bloodstained. Her cheeks, those cheeks, were covered in scratches and mud. Gravel was entwined in each strand of hair, which was clinging to her face. Hiding some scars and revealing others. She was rambling about Edward. Repeating "I let him leave. Why'd he leave?" If I could find anything, a note, a sign. I began searching frantically. The dense forest became similar. Each tree was identical. Moss covered, and lanky. The path Bella was walking on. The forest surrounding her I could see yet my mind couldn't concentrate. I felt as if I was looking though human eyes. Each branch lost its significance. It was all the same. Where was her truck? Hadn't she driven? Bella wouldn't leave her truck. After our many failed attempts to get her another, more reliable vehicle were shot down: Her connection with her truck was fully established. She would never leave it. We had to go to La Push. We had to find her. "Alice, where is she?" Jasper asked. The words fell out of my mouth. "La Push" We couldn't search La Push for Bella without starting a full scale war. Edward was right. She is a magnet for danger.
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Bella POV.
The rain picked up. I would be wet within minutes. I would lay here. No one could save me. This was the lowest I've ever felt. I had never considered myself suicidal. But I had also never considered myself without Edward. What am I without him? I could be something. I didn't have to be the typical broken hearted girl, eating ice cream pints and watching sappy movies. I could be strong. I was strong. Each muscle ached as I lifted my body from the cold ground. I could feel my mental stability snap underneath me. I was nothing. My body felt heavy. I was at war with myself. I couldn't live with him. I needed him. I couldn't let him take away my pride. I had to go home. Life wasn't over. My brain was shutting on and off. Each emotion set on a light switch. I can't. I can. I can't. I can. I glanced at my arms and legs. My jeans had protected most of my legs but my arms were in tatters. Skin unfolding into pink flesh. What have I done to myself? The salt from my tears stung an open gash on my face. I wiped my hand across my face, bringing it to eye level. My hands were stained with blood. My blood. My face. I let myself go. Each muscle folding until I was flat on the ground. Crying into the soil. I let him leave. Why'd I let him leave?