Okay, so I wrote the first chapter, and I was pretty proud of it, which is a really rare thing for me, because I pretty much think everything I write is crap. But then I go on my email, and I've got seventy-two emails, which consist solely of reviews, author alerts, and story alerts. This includes the emails for the nineteenth chapter of Finding Jacob as well, but I still feel happy about all the reviews that this story got and thanks to everyone who reviewed.

I opened my eyes, then closed them quickly. The light shining in my eyes was very bright. I was on a couch; a very soft one, and I heard voices arguing in another room.

"Edward, what did you think you were doing?"

"I don't know." A soft, musical voice muttered.

"If Alice hadn't-"

"I was already taking her out of the woods when Alice came. I wouldn't have done it."

"What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't."

"I think she's awake."

They were talking about me, obviously. I tried to sit up, but I felt limp.

"Do you want to talk to her?"

"No!"

"Fine. You're going to have to tell her something though."

A man came into the room. He looked like he should be on a movie screen, rather than in front of me, holding a stethoscope.

"Hello Bella." He said.

"How did I get here?"

"Edward brought you." He told me, a shadow crossing his face.

"Who?"

"You were talking to him in the woods."

"Oh. What happened?"

"You OD'd."

"I did? But that's never happened before. I-Charlie. You didn't call Charlie, did you?"

He shook his head. "I was about to. We have to get you home. It's seven thirty. He'll be worried."

"He won't be home until eight thirty. So, that guy, Edward. He saved me?"

The man laughed. "I suppose so, if that's how you want to look at it."

He was very pale, much paler than anyone I'd ever seen, except for Edward.

"Can you take me home?" I asked, "Please? Before Charlie gets back. I don't want him to know."

"Bella." He said, putting a hand on my arm, trying to calm me down.

"Don't touch me." I shouted, jerking my arm away from his cold skin. He looked shocked, until I quickly explained, "Sorry. I don't like people touching me." Especially not men, I added in my head.

"I'll take you home. Just-come on. My car's right out front."

My backpack and purse were sitting by the door; he picked them up for me as we went out the door.

"Thanks." I said, while really meaning, 'I can carry my own things, thank you very much.'

"You're welcome." He opened the back door and put my things in the back seat.

"Why'd he bring me here?" I asked, looking up at the huge white house as I got into the car.

"I'm a doctor."

"That's not the whole reason."

"I'm not telling you the whole reason."

I sighed and watched out the window until we arrived at Charlie's house. I dragged my things inside. I was exhausted. It was all I could do to call for a pizza and plop down in a chair with a reading assignment for English.

Charlie came in about five minutes after the pizza got there.

"Hey Bells. How was school?"

I shrugged. "Okay, I guess. There's pizza on the counter."

"Too tired to cook?"

I nodded. Charlie came back in a few minutes later with a plate full of pizza. He kept asking me about my day, my classes, who was in my classes, and so on. Finally, I just told him I was exhausted and wanted to go to sleep.

Once up in my room, I changed into a pair of holey old sweats, then rifled through my purse. The bottle was gone. They had taken my drugs.

The next day at lunch, I spotted Edward the second I got into the cafeteria. I stomped across the room and sat down next to him.

"Edward, I want my things back."

"No."

"Yes."

"No." He growled, glaring at me so intensely that my face felt as if it was melting, but I kept my gaze steady. His eyes were a different color today; gold instead of black.

"Only thugs do drugs." A black-haired girl chirped.

"Yeah, well this thug is going to slug him if she does not get her drugs."

"I saved your life." He muttered, "I wasn't going to give you the means to kill yourself."

A big guy with curly hair gave a snort of laughter after the first sentence, which was quieted when the blond next to him elbowed him in the ribs.

"I wouldn't have killed myself."

"You nearly did yesterday. Obviously, you don't know your limits."

"I can take care of myself perfectly well."

"Oh yes. Collapsing in the middle of the woods was a prime example of that."

"Whose fault was it that I was in the woods?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes at him, my face six inches away from his.

He stood up and walked out of the lunchroom, more quickly and gracefully than I'd ever seen a person walk before.

"First, you spark an argument between Edward and Carlisle," the dark-haired girl said, "And now you make him run off. You certainly have a talent. Emmett, do you mind catching up with him before he does something stupid?"

The big, curly haired guy got up and followed Edward out of the cafeteria. The girl across the table watched me carefully. I noticed that she had the exact same skin tone and golden eyes as Edward, as did the blond girl and guy at the table.

"Are you guys related to Edward?"

"Why?" The girl asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I don't know…you don't look alike…your eyes look similar though."

She shot a sideways glance at the blond guy next to her-if I'd blinked, I would have missed it-and then a feeling of ease swept over me. What had I been asking? I couldn't remember. I saw the girl from my English class, staring at me, and noticing the glare of the girl across from me, stood up and walked to Jessica's table.

"Mind if I sit here?" I asked.

She shook her head, staring at me in awe.

"What were you doing sitting with the Cullens?"

"I had to talk to Edward about something."

She suddenly looked fascinated, as did everyone else at the table.

"Really? What?"

"Nothing important." I lied. I was quite good at lying, or else I never would have gotten away with everything that I did, "Hey, are they related?"

"Well," Jessica said, leaning over the table and whispering conspiratorially, in full gossip mode, "The two blond ones-they're Jasper and Rosalie Hale-Mr. and Mrs. Cullen adopted them a long time ago; I think she's their aunt. The rest of them are adopted. I think Mrs Cullen can't have kids or something. They're all together though. Jasper and Alice-she's the tiny brunette; and Rosalie and Emmett-he's the big one that just left. Edward looked upset. Do you know what's wrong with him?"

I shrugged. I'd been in on the conversation, but it seemed like I'd been missing something. He hadn't seemed upset until I'd gotten all in his face. Maybe he was one of those people who just didn't like other people being near him or touching him. Usually it was girls who didn't like being touched; I was certainly like that, but who knew? Anything was possible.

Sorry. Lame final paragraph. But overall, I think this chapter is okay. Tell me if it's not. Also, if my description of being high and withdrawal is inaccurate, I'm sorry. I'm not a druggie, and I'm too sheltered to have read many books about them. Which makes me wonder why I felt the need to write about one…