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Previously: I don't reply. Instead, I lie back down and try to sleep, wondering when these memories will stop being so painful…

Chapter 2- First Attempts

BPOV

After about an hour of trying to go back to sleep, and failing miserably, I sigh and sit up. Running a hand through my hair, I take a deep breath in, forcing the tears away. I get up and go into the bathroom, looking in the mirror at my eyes as I push my emotions back, my mask slipping into place. I stay like that for some time until my body tells me it is hungry.

Sighing once more and smiling a half smile, I turn away from the mirror and turn the light off, walking into my kitchenette. I grab a fruit bar and a glass of orange juice, nibbling.

"So, Bella," I say to myself whilst looking around my apartment, "what're we gonna do today?"

"Well," I say, answering myself, "I could always draw…" Shaking my head, I think better of it. "Hmmm, or I could watch a movie. Yea, I'll watch a movie. But which movie?" Finishing my breakfast, I walk over to my TV and look at my movies. Grimacing, I notice a lot of them are love stories. Biting my lip, I subconsciously rub my fingers over the case of Romeo and Juliet. I gasp, yanking my fingers back. A tingling runs through them and I swallow harshly.

"The Lion King it is," I murmur, picking up the red and orange case. I pop the DVD in and sit back against the little couch I have. As the beginning song echoes through the room, I hug my knees close to me. Resting my head on my knees, I watch as Simba is born and learns about being king. I sniffle when his father dies, and I chuckle when Timon and Pumba teach him about living the veggie life. My heart skips a beat painfully when Simba is reunited with his childhood sweetheart, Nala. I try to swallow the lump in my throat, but it stays. I watch in eagerness when Simba fights his uncle to the death, and my smile fades a little when Simba and Nala's cub is hoisted in the air by the baboon.

My thoughts drift, once again, to the Cullens. What are they doing right about now? Do they think of me at all? Do they even care? I sigh sadly, missing them. I don't even notice the credits have passed until the main menu screen comes on. Shaking my head, I get up and take the movie out, putting it back in its case. I pick up Paranormal Activity and pop it in. I barely jump or blink, not even in the ending when the girl jumps at the screen. When the movie ends, I put in the second one. Surprisingly, I dose off during it, waking up when the credits are rolling through. I sigh, taking the disc out and placing it in its case.

"Now what?" I ask myself, looking at the different colors and writings on the cases. A blue case with gold writing on it catches my eye. I pull it out, the words TITANIC in bold and caps. I swallow, knowing the story of the ill-fated ship. Strangely, I've never seen the movie, though. Weird… I shrug, taking the disc out and popping it in. Having a feeling that I am going to cry, I grab a box of tissues. The opening song plays and I watch as, in slow motion, a view of the ship and the people waving fills the screen. A woman's voice begins to speak. I get comfortable, sensing a good movie is about to unfold…

"…I love you, Jack," Rose whispers. My heart breaks in two at the confession. Jack looks at her.

"Don't say your goodbyes, not yet…" Jack went on to say that winning his hand at poker was the best thing that ever happened to him. "You're gonna go on, and…and you're gonna make lots of…babies. You're gonna die an old woman, wa-warm in her bed. Not here," he whispered, "not like this. Promise me, Rose!"

"I promise…" Rose whispers to him. I watch in horror as Jack rests his head on the cold door. Suddenly, the stars are visible and a voice is softly singing. Rose is lying on her back, singing a song softly. A light flashes on her face, and soon she sees a boat. Calling to Jack, she begs him to wake.

"Jack, there's a boat…Jack? Jack!" She shakes him, but no answer is found. A woman's vocalization in song sounds out, and tears fall from my eyes. Jack is dead. She calls for the boat, but her voice is hoarse and can't be heard. She lets go of Jack's hand and watches as he sinks into the Atlantic. She goes over to the man with a whistle and blows on it.

I watch as she is pulled into the boat, and as she is put on another boat. I watch as she gives her name as Jack's, and as she sees the Statue of Liberty. It flashes to her as she is now, an old woman. I watch as she walks out to the back of the boat, as she climbs the railing, and as she opens her hand to reveal the heart of the ocean. I gasp and smile at her in triumph. "You go girl," I whisper. I watch as she drops it into the ocean and takes a deep breath, sighing softly, a smile on her face. I sniffle and wipe away the tears.

More tears fall when it flashes to her in her bed, asleep. All the pictures of her accomplishments are on her dresser. The last picture seen is her riding a horse, the way Jack taught her, at the pier where he sold paintings. Music plays as the camera goes to the ship, but as it travels through the corridor, everything comes back to life. The main doors open to the grand staircase, and all around are smiling faces of those long dead. A small sob escapes my lips when I see Jack standing at the top of the staircase, and he extends a hand to Rose who is now back in her prime. I place a hand on my lips as they kiss, my heart breaking in two. I continue crying as the lyrics roll through, a woman singing.

I get up to take the movie out when a realization hits me. I fall to my knees with the power of it.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" I scream, the tears falling from my eyes at a faster rate. I scream wordlessly, pulling my hair a little rough. I faintly hear my phone ringing but ignore it. This can't be happening. I feel nausea come on and I run for the bathroom, vomiting. When I finish with that, I lean back against the counter and sob. I hold my head in my hands and start to rock back and forth.

After some time, I hear a knocking at my door. I gasp and sniffle. I clear my throat before calling out.

"Who is it?" I demand.

"B? It's Elena…" she calls from the other side of the door. I sniffle again and wipe away the tears, putting on my mask once more.

"I'll be there in just a sec," I call back to her. I throw water on my face and bite my cheek to hold back more tears. I take a few deep breaths to try and calm down but eventually, I just go and open the door for her. Behind her are Bonnie and Caroline. Oh how I wish I could tell them about the Cullens…

"Bella, what's wrong?" Bonnie asks, and I just shake my head. She smiles sadly and gives me a hug. Elena gives me all my homework, as does Bonnie and Caroline. They tell me what to do and I nod, feeling numb. After a while, they get up to go home. When the door closes behind them, I lean against it, letting a single cascade of tears to fall. I sniffle and go over to the couch, deciding to do the homework. Unfortunately, I finish all of it in an hour.

I go out onto the small little balcony I have and lean against the railing, looking out at the stars. My mind wanders once again, my thoughts drifting to the Cullens. But that only makes me remember the cold hard truth of them leaving me and I swallow at that. I think of Jake and wonder how he is, if he met someone. I think of Charlie, my loving father, and how I left him alone. At the back of my mind, my realization from earlier nags at me.

Feeling eyes on me, I straighten and stretch, looking around me. Seeing nothing, I sigh.

"Stop being so damned paranoid, Bella," I chastise myself. I sigh again and head back inside. I look at the clock and see its only 6:00. "Why does time have to go by so slow?" I ask to no one. I grab my phone and see that I have 4 missed calls and 3 texts. I see who called and my heart picks up at an unknown number. I check my texts and, yep, there's one from an unknown number. I open that one first.

Bella, what's wrong? Ur not answering Ur phone... I would say call me back, but you can't... email me when you get this...

HeReFoRyOuAlWaYs

Sighing, I glance at my computer. I don't feel like replying right now. So, I get up and grab my keys, deciding to take a drive somewhere. I lock my door behind me and make sure all the lights are off. I go down the elevator and go to my car. When I start the ignition, I think of where I should go. Shrugging, I decide to wing it. So, I start driving around town. I take an out-of-the-way road and drive down it. Trees surround it on either side, then suddenly a beautiful meadow, on both sides, jumps out. I stop my car and get out, my hands shaking.

Taking a step towards the meadow, I feel my heart pounding in my chest. Because the sun is beginning the set, the meadow takes on, not a happy tone, but not a saddened one either. I walk through the semi tall grass, brushing my fingers across the blades. The last buds of the flowers still live, swaying with the breeze. I keep walking, gazing at all this beauty. I stop when my eye catches something.

Squinting my eyes, I see it is two stone pillars, with what looks like torch holders with unburnt torches still on them. I head toward them, not even noticing how, as I get closer, everything goes quieter. When I reach the pillars, I gently drag my hand down the cold stone. The sound of a crow cawing makes me jump back, tripping on a branch. My head slams back against a tree and my vision goes fuzzy.

I look up bleary-eyed when I hear a man's voice. I can't see his face. I try to raise my hand, but it falls limp beside me. As he picks me up, murmuring something to me, everything goes black.

oOo

When I come to, it feels as if my head is being split open. I groan in pain and roll over onto my pillow. With a gasp, I sit upright. Instantly, my head throbs painfully and I place a hand gingerly on my head. I look around and see that I am in my apartment. I look at my clock and see that it's a little after midnight. I groan once more and get up slowly. I make my way to the kitchenette and get a glass of water. I hear my phone ringing so I grab it from the counter.

"Hello?" I ask, rubbing my forehead.

"Bella?" My eyes shoot open at that voice.

"J-Jake?" I whisper. "Jake is that…is that really you?"

"Hey, Bells," he says happily and I can tell he's smiling. I feel tears fall from my eyes at the sound of his voice.

"I'm so sorry," I tell him.

"Whatever for?"

"I left without saying goodbye to you," I tell him, sniffling. "I left and didn't say a word to you. Oh, Jake, please tell me you forgive me! Please tell me that everything's gonna be okay!" I hear him sigh then laugh.

"It's okay, Bells," he says to me. "I forgive you; you have nothing to worry about. I just wanted to see how everything was going, if you'd made any n…"

"Wait a sec," I say, cutting him off. "Why are you calling me at this hour?" He clears his throat on the other end.

"Well, I wanted to see how you were doing…" he answers lamely.

"Jake, what aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing, Bells. Look, Billy's calling me. I gotta go. Bye," he says and hangs up, without waiting for my answer.

I hold the phone away from my ear, shocked.

"Bad phone call?" I gasp at the voice and turn around too fast, slipping on the floor. I catch myself on the countertop, though. I look up into the eyes of none other than Tyler Lockwood.

"Tyler, what the hell are you doing in my apartment?! How did you get in here?" I hiss at him. He holds up his hands in a surrender gesture.

"I found you out in the meadow by old Mystic Falls," he says to me softly. "You had hit your head pretty hard and I asked you if you were okay. I asked where you lived so I could take you home and you gave me your address and apartment number. I stayed behind so that I could make sure you didn't have a concussion or anything. I didn't steal anything, nor did I snoop through anything, I promise." He looks sincere enough. I sigh, standing upright again. He leads me back to the bed and covers me up, stroking my head softly. He gets up to leave and I grab his hand.

"Stay with me…please?" I ask him softly. "I can't…I don't want to be alone right now," I tell him lamely. He nods and sits on the bed beside me. He strokes my hair, telling me something. But, I don't hear him, for the darkness of sleep has already captivated me.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I groan, rolling over to shut off the alarm clock. I get up and go to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and taking a quick shower. When I'm done with that, I go into my closet and pull out a matching blue and purple bra and undies set. I put them on and grab some distressed jeans and a black tank top. Putting those on, and almost managing to fall putting my jeans on, I grab a pair of blue socks and put them on. I also grab my black converse and my favorite hoodie. When I am fully dressed, I go back to my bed, making it.

Satisfied with my work, I grab a fruit bar and a bottle of water and eat and drink. I look at the clock seeing it is only 6:15.

"Oh well, I guess I can be early and turn in my late homework," I say to myself. With my mind made, I grab my purse, book bag, phone, and keys, heading out.

The drive to school is uneventful and when I stop at a red-light, I happen to look over at a church, with a mini graveyard. Remembering, tears fill my eyes. The light turns green and I blink them away, furious at him.

When I pull into my parking spot, I notice I'm the only one here. So, I walk up to the doors and go inside, heading to my classes to give my teachers the work I missed. When the bell rings, I'm already in my first period class. When Stefan and Bonnie walk in, I can tell they're shocked. I look up at them and I can see the worry in their faces, yet they say nothing. I try to pay attention in class, but it just doesn't happen.

When I go to Art with Elena and Caroline, I don't talk as much. I sit down away from everyone else, and I can feel Elena, Caroline, and even Tyler's eyes on me. By time lunch comes around, I sneak away from my friends and head to my third period, glorifying in the fact that Mr. Tanner isn't in there yet. I collapse onto my desk, the tears falling. I open my notebook to the words I had scribbled on there after my realization. I read them over and over again until I am numb.

I can't become a vampire…I'm going to die…

Throughout AP History, the words ring in my head. When that class is over, and Bonnie and I head to the library, she tries to get me to talk.

"Bella, we're all worried about you," she says to me when we sit down. "Please, tell me, what is the matter?" I look up at her and hold her gaze, screaming those words I've long since memorized. I can't become a vampire…I'm going to die! I try to tell her through my eyes the horrible truth, but she can't see it. "You won't talk, will you?" She asks sadly. I feel tears pool in my eyes.

"Have you ever had a secret that wasn't yours to tell?" I whisper brokenly to her. Her eyes widen slightly and she nods. "That's what the matter is. I can't tell anyone, because it's not my secret. Oh God, I wish I could tell someone…" I throw my head onto the desk, not even caring that it throbs even more. I feel the tears hit the desk behind my closed eyes. She hugs me to her and I sob silently.

"Shh, it's all right," she whispers to me. "Everything's gonna be all right…"

When the bell rings, Matt comes up to me.

"Ready for our shift at the grill?" He asks and I nod, glad that I will have some sort of distraction…

oOo

When our shift ends, I give him a lift home. He thanks me and I smile at him. I wait until he is inside to drive away, waving. I see someone walking on the side of the road and I slow down. He turns when he sees a car and I see that it's Tyler. I pull over beside him and roll down the window.

"You really need to stop walking in the middle of the night," I tell him, with a small smile playing on my face. He smiles at me and rests his arms on the hood of my car.

"What can I say," he begins smiling, "I like the night." I shake my head at him, sighing.

"Well, get in here so I can drop you off at your house," I tell him. "Wouldn't want your mom and dad worrying about you." He gets in, smiling softly.

"Well, my mom would probably worry. My dad, not so much," he says, glancing at me. "Take a left right here," he murmurs and I do. "What's wrong?" He asks out of the blue. I grip the steering wheel tighter.

"What do you mean?" I ask back. He sighs and I can tell he just rolled his eyes.

"This is the quietest you've been since you came here," he says. I ignore that comment. "Turn right here," he says and I listen. We sit in silence after that and when I drop him off at home, he turns to me before getting out. "Look Bella," he says to me and I don't look at him. He sighs. "Look at me." I turn to him slightly. "I know you've been hurt, I know you've been left behind, I know you don't want to share your deepest darkest secret. But," he says, leaning closer to me. My breath catches slightly and my heart picks up. "I want to be there for you. I want…" He sighs, looking down again before meeting my eyes. They've taken on a smoldering look and I feel my heart skip a beat. "You've said no the last time I asked. But, I'll ask again. Will you go on a date with me?" He asks, his face inches away from mine.

"Tyler…" I whisper to him. My head and my heart say two different things. My head says no, my heart says yes. "I'm not some broken toy you can fix. I'll never work right. I'm not…fixable," I tell him, waiting for his disgust.

"Bella, I don't care. Let me show you that you don't' have to work right to feel happiness. Will you?"

"Yes," I whisper to him. He smiles in the darkness and kisses my cheek softly.

"How does Friday night sound?" He asks and I nod. "I'll pick you up at 8," he says and then he leaves. I wait until he is inside the house before I back up out of the driveway and head back to my place.

When I get inside, I lean against the door, running a hand through my hair.

"I really hope I don't regret this," I whisper to myself. I take a shower and get dressed in my pajamas, deciding to do my homework. When I finish with that, I see it's almost 2. Sighing, because I don't feel tired, I decide to get on my computer and do some researching.

When I get off the computer, I get dressed and decide to go to the cemetery for a little bit before heading to school. I hang around on my tree for a little while and then get up and head to school. I pick Tyler up on the way and we talk some more.

I go to my classes, I take my tests, I eat some lunch, and I draw some pictures. And the whole while, I feel eyes on me. Whenever I look around, though, I see nothing. I shake my head and try to ignore it. I go home, do my homework, eat something, go to work, and come home. Only to repeat the process the next day. When I'm alone, I laugh hollowly to myself. I feel myself slipping into my zombie state again, and by Friday, I'm half past caring.

FRIDAY

I nod my goodbyes to everyone as I make my way to my car. I can feel their eyes on me as I walk away from them, but I ignore them. I climb in to my car and start it, pulling away from the school. I look at the clock, seeing that I have little over three and a half hours before my date with Tyler. So, I decide to go to the cemetery for a little while. When I lay on my tree, I ignore the feeling of eyes on me, so used to having literal eyes on me every day.

I haven't talked to Charlie in almost a week, and I haven't replied to the anonymous person in that amount of time as well. Jake hasn't called back, and I haven't called him. It's like I disappeared from the world, vanished into thin air. I almost feel like I didn't exist in Forks anymore. I look at my phone and see it's 7:09. I sigh, sitting up and getting off the tree. I make my way back to my car and get in, starting it and driving back to my apartment. I take a quick shower and dress in a pair of dark wash jeans that look almost black, with a bright red top with gold trim around the neck. I put on my black converse and sprits myself with my perfume. I put a headband in my hair and grab my purse and keys and phone right as the doorbell rings.

When I open the door, Tyler is standing right there, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. He hands them to me and I sniff them.

"They're beautiful, thank you," I tell him, finding a vase to quickly put them in. I turn back to him and he smiles.

"You look beautiful," he says to me and I remember a different voice, a different date, a different man saying the same thing to me. Only his voice was like velvet…I shake my head, blushing. "Are you ready?" I nod, locking the door behind us. With his hand pressed lightly against the small of my back, we walk down the hall and to the elevator. When we get outside, he has a black corvette waiting.

"Is this…your car?" I ask him and he nods. "What happened to you getting a motorcycle?" He opens the door for me and gets in his own before answering.

"I imagined what would be better for you when you rode with me," he says to me, a small smile gracing his lips. I nod, looking out the window at the passing buildings.

"Where are we going?" I ask him.

"It's a secret," he says, flashing his brilliant white smile at me. I nod, wondering if I'm going to regret this. When we pull up at a little pond with candles lit everywhere, he takes my hand, escorting me down a little path until we reach a gazebo type area with a table and candles lit. Beside it is a holding thing for food. He pulls out my chair for me and lets me sit first. He takes out the plates of food for us and sets them down before taking his own seat.

We begin to talk about little things. Like what we want to do when we grow older, what college we want to go to, things like that. But, eventually, we get on the subject of my life before I moved here. He asks about the Cullens and I freeze up.

"Wha…What about them?" I ask him, taking a sip of my drink so I have something to do.

"What were they like?" He asks and a cold fear runs through me. What if he asks about more explanation?

"They were…a strange family," I tell him. "They generally kept to themselves, and no one really tried to talk to them. But, I talked to them. The one, Al…Alice," I say, forcing her name out, "she was my best friend. She…We did everything together. She made me do Bella Barbie, which I hated," I tell him with a sad smile. "But, something happened. There was an accident," I tell him remembering what that 'accident' really was. "And I almost got hurt. So, Ed…Edward," I say, his name ripping my heart, "he…he broke up with me. And, they, the Cullens, left. I couldn't stand living there anymore, so I left as well." I feel tears in my eyes, but blink them back. Tyler takes my hand in his and kisses it.

"I'm so sorry," he says and I look at him. "I would never have left you," he whispers to me and I smile sadly. After that, we begin to talk about trivial things once more, but I notice that Tyler still held my hand in his. After we finished eating, he put everything away and blew out the candles, offering a walk through the park. I accepted and before long we were lying on a blanket, looking up at the stars. I felt Tyler's hand stroke my face and I turned to look at him. His face is mere inches from mine and I feel my heart pick up as he leans closer to me. His warm breath fans my face and I swallow convulsively.

He presses his lips softly against mine and I gasp. He takes that as an okay and presses them harder against mine, making them open against his. He holds my face in his hands as he kisses me. A hunger I didn't know made itself known and I kiss him back. I feel safe kissing him. But then his hand travels lower and tries to go up my shirt. I pull his hand away and I think that that is the end of it. But, once more he tries it. And once more I push his hand away. I can tell he is getting a little irritated, but he says nothing as he pulls away from my lips to kiss my neck. I look up at the stars and don't notice what
Tyler is doing until his hand tries to slip inside my pants. I push him away from me.

"No," I tell him shakily. He pulls his face back up to look at me and I see anger in them.

"What? I'm not good enough for you?" He demands, trying to kiss me again. I push him away a little rougher this time.

"Stop," I tell him, but he ignores me, kissing my neck. "Tyler, I said stop!" I yell at him, pushing him away with all my might. He sits up and sighs angrily. I button my jeans again and sit up, scared. I touch his shoulder but he moves away from me.

"Let's go," he says coldly, and doesn't wait for me to get up before he starts to walk away. I follow after him.

"Tyler, wait," I call to him and he stops. "What is your problem? You act like I just told you I hated you," I say numbly.

"You're a tease," he growls at me. "You lead me on with your blushing, and your pretending innocence, with your smiles and your fake clumsiness. I'm taking you home," he says, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me along with him.

"Tyler, let go, you're hurting me," I tell him, trying to get him off me. He only grips my wrist tighter. He puts me in the car and gets in, starting it. He peels away from the spot and speeds back to town, to my apartment. "Tyler, slow down," I beg him, hating the speed.

"Shut up," he growls at me and I stay silent. I swallow back tears the whole way. When we get to my apartment, he doesn't let me out.

"Tyler, let me out," I beg him. His eyes flash to me, and I can see them burning with anger.

"Always telling me what to do!" He growls. "You're not my damned mother so stop telling me what to do! If you're this pushy and this much of a damned tease, I can see why Edward would break up with you! I bet you flirted with his brother, didn't you?! Tried to get with his brother, didn't you?! Didn't you?!" He screams at me to which I cower back. "I bet he's happy without you there. I bet he broke up with you for another girl. I bet he's laughing at you right n…" His voice stops short with the force of my slap.

"You don't know anything," I hiss back at him, my voice thick with tears. He looks ahead of him, his jaw clenching.

"Get out," he says unlocking the door. I get out numbly, and watch as he speeds away. I walk back up to my apartment and take a shower, rubbing myself raw. I try to get the feeling of his hands on my body off me. When I eventually get out of the shower, I get dressed in a pair of black sweat pants and a dark purple tank top. I grab my drawing pad and some pencils and begin to draw, hoping my fear and pain will vanish like I did to the Cullens…

I remember the day he left me. He wanted me to be human. If only he knew how horrible my first attempt at it would be…

(AN: This Is Not an Edward/Bella Fic! She Is Not Goin To Get Back With Edward Whatsoever. Jus thought I should clear that up)