1Oh fine. Here's a second chapter to my "oneshot" I thank the creator of

RENT for a line I stole.

xoGrace

"WHAT?" Edward growled. "What the HELL did you SAY?" He screamed in

fury into his small silver cell

phone, with Rosalie on the other end. He dug his fingernails deep into

his palm, and braced himself.

"She's gone Edward. Bella Swan jumped off a cliff. Alice saw it

happen." Rosalie said in a serene and

thoughtful voice. "You know why she did it, Edward. It may not be

helpful for me to say, but you know

she did it."

Edward snarled and roared, then threw his cell phone against the brick

wall of the hotel sitting room. The

cell phone shattered into tiny shards, and the brick lost a few peices

too, leaving clouds of red stuff falling

off the wall. Like my heart, Edward thought bitterly. That's poetic..

that's pathetic. He swung his bag

of his shoulder and threw his molskein notebook and ballpoint pen into

the fire in one swift movement.

He glided up to the front desk with eyes like death, eyes that reminded

one of all the losses in their lives

and all the wars and hate that ever occurred.

"Ss-s-ir?" Stuttered Javier, the Peruvian owner of the hotel. " 'ow may

I ass-ss-ist you today, Senor?" He tried

to give Edward the most gracious and helpful look he could muster, but

all he achieved was looking

like he bit into something moldy and was pretending it wasn't. Edward

cast his cold, stone black eyes

onto Javier, and the man nearly fainted, clutching the desk for

support.

"I'm checking out" growled Edward.

"Of course, if you will just sign here, and give me your-" Javier cut

himself off as Edward tossed a wad of

hundred dollar bills and stalked off, visibly shaking. Edward slammed

the front door open, and it

completely fell off the hinges, crashing to the ground. He kept moving.

In a daze of hopeless emotion,

Edward found a shiny new black and yellow motorcycle and placed himself

on it.

"Hey-" said a gruff looking man, "ésa es mi bici-" he

abruptly stopped as soon as Edward

glared at him. The man took a few steps backward, then broke into a

dead run, getting as far away

from Edward as he could.

About half a second later, Edward was ripping his way down the dirt

road on the motorcycle,

going 150 miles an hour. In about three minutes, Edward reached

a dark

and dangerous jungle. He hopped off the motorcycle, and it fell to

the ground, looking resigned. He

impatiently pulled it upwards and immediately faced the jungle and ran.

The trees and vines turned into a

green blur, occasionally exploding into pieces by the sheer force of

Edward running through them.

Edward soon reached a tall cliff, overlooking a river that was about

two hundred feet below. He stopped

and finally wrapped his arms around himself, shaking so hard that the

ground began to vibrate under his

feet. Finally he screamed, a scream of terrifying fury that shook the

whole forest, and was heard by

villagers ten miles away.

There's... Nothing left for me.. Edward thought. Goodbye love... I know what I have to do now.

Thank you to DJ, My beat reader/future wife. :P

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