Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Twilight, yadda yadda yadda.

Gym was excruciating, wait no, it was worse. And to think I had a whole year of it. How bloody wonderful. Edward was beautiful. His bronze hair was glistening with the light. His eye were watching me, always watching. He looked like he was going through a hard time. But did I car, no. He left me in the forest.

But Alice, ahh, my old BFF was always searching the future, and staring at me. She approached me and said. "Bella, I need to show you something, after class. Please." The pain on her face was easy to read "I need to be able to still believe that you can share your heart with others than just your family. Please, I'm begging. And I don't just beg anyone."

"Alice . . . I can't, I . . . don't know how to deal with this, just let me get my head around this, please."

"It won't take long, please, please, please, please, please." She put on an innocent face, "Sugar on top."

"Fine. But it better be fast." She smiled and said, "Oh thank you Bella. It's not a waste of time either, meet you after class."

And with that it went back to being stared at. When the bell rang I was literally dragged to the changing rooms by Alice. "Get changed." I felt shocked, she had never used that tone with me before, this would be very serious.

She pulled me to her car and told me to get in, I did. Never underestimate the pixie. She hit the accelerator and we speed of. "Where in hell are we going?"

"My house, more importantly, Edwards room." And with that she locked me in the car as I reached for the door handle. She threw me a 'are you kidding' look and turned back to look at the road. I scolded and shrugged deeper into my seat.

Their house was cream and white. There where gold curtains that were tied back onto the sides of the windows. The lawn was freshly cut and the strong sent of grass was masking the air. Alice pulled up to the front door and told me to get out, I obeyed. She took me up to Edwards room with was on the second floor of their mega epic mansion.

It was the room of a sad man, or vampire in this case. There was no music, no books, no bed (clearly, we don't sleep), there was nothing, except for one of the pictures I took on my 18th birthday. I felt wretched. He had mourned for me as I for him. And turned and bolted down the stairs. Pass Edwards parents, Carlisle and Esme.

They reached out for me, but I snatched my hand away and said, "No, leave me please." And I ran, really ran, faster than ever. I stopped at the road and called my father to come pick me up. Appearances. Cade picked me up within five minutes of me calling; he really was loving and caring father.

At home Sarah was passing like a caged tiger, ready to pounce at any moment. She spied us through the window and ran out to me and enveloped me in a hug. "Sweetheart, tell me what happened, come on."

I burst into a dry sob, not being able to cry really sucked, I missed the lines of wetness that branded my cheeks with its faintly felt tracks. "I saw him. He . . . he was," I sighed. "Exactly as I remembered." I ran to my room and shut the door, I lay down on my bed, though it was only a prop, it was convenient when you had a break down. I hit play on the remote, music came on. I turned it up.

But the blasting music didn't take away the images that replayed multiply times, Edwards's empty cold, no colour and life, his room was dead, lifeless and mind-numbing. Esme and Carlisle faces kept banging into each side of my head, right left, right left. Their expressions went from shock, confusion, pain, hope, and I had to kill that hope. I'm a killer, all things great and small; I apparently specialize in people's emotions.

Downstairs I could hear my parents debating whether or not they should come up and talk to me, I took in a deep breath, and yelled over my music, "I don't want to talk, I want to be left alone, and no Bea, leave me alone, ok." I could hear Bea's sudden footsteps stop just outside my room.

But no, they didn't listen, Sarah came up to my room and just opened the door like she owned the place, well she kinda did, but still, my room is my place. Parents aren't allowed. "We need to go and speak with them. We both live in the same town, this could get awkward, with hunting areas. And what with went on with you and Edward . . . well there might be turf wars. We need to talk it through. Now." I stared at her.

"Hate to ask but, cant you be a normal mum, you know. Like the ones that don't pry and worry about that sort of stuff. It's hard enough going to school with them. But voluntarily seeing them, no. I don't think so." I gave her a vacant stare and turned on the music that she turned off. But she repeated the same action as when she came in, the music was mute.

"Get dressed; we are going to the Cullen's house. NOW"

"No."

She gave me a stubborn stare. "You know I will win in the end, so let's skip to the end and you can get dressed. Ok." I had to admit, she really knew how to push my buttons and manipulate me. I got dressed and said that I would go, but I never said I would enjoy it.

The Cullen's house, though I'd only been there the once this afternoon, it brought it all back. Alice's car was no longer in the drive, but the door was open and I could hear them talking. They knew we would come. Alice sees visions, how cold I forget her little quirk. The talking ceased as soon as they could smell us. And I tensed up as soon as I could smell them, well more importantly, his sent. Cade knocked on the door and Carlisle was there to greet us. "We need to talk." Cade was all macho and manly, he hardly used his tone, and I had to crack a smile, Bea was less composed. She full on burst out into a fit of laughter. I slapped her arm. And mouthed, this is serious. She raised her eyebrow in a gesture that screamed 'whatever.'

"Let's talk then." Carlisle said.

"Ok, where?"

"Dining room, the big table."

"Thank you. Sarah, Bea, Bella. In." Cade was so business-like. "Whatever Trevor." Said I. Cade simple shot me a glance. Once we were all assembled, we spoke.

So it would be awesome to know what people think of this story. But screw the 'don't hurt my feeling' stuff. I just wanna know what ya'll think. I'm not gonna make you sell me soppy stuff. Tell me your honest opinions and tell me if you want me to go away, or tell me what needs improvement. Open to ideas. One other thing before I go away and leave you alone, I have some ideas for chapter four, but none for chapter three. Some would really help. Thanx Brotha's.

P.S. I'm added the word epic just for my friend.