This first part is also borrowed heavily from New Moon. At the bottom comes the original, though heavily clichéd crap...

What can I say, I'm not the creative sort...

Book One, Part Two - Girl Time

Looking back, I realize that I don't remember anything about the next two months directly following that day. Time ceased to exist. I know that I got up every morning and I went to school. I would force down a few bites at breakfast and supper, I would do my homework and I would go to bed. I was in a haze of grief and nothing would penetrate it. My heart was cracked open in tiny fissures, beyond repair. It was like a bomb exploded and the fragments were all over the place, and no one could put it back together again.

I was walking towards my Jeep on a cold December morning when my dad caught up to me.

"Okay, I have had enough. You are going to go back to Arizona to live with your mom."

I looked at him catatonically. His words barely made any sense.

"Why? What did I do?" I asked. I knew my behavior was beyond reproach. I never even went anywhere but to school and the grocery store.

"Nothing. That is the problem. You are just this shell of a person. I just think it would be better for you to get out of here. Without all the reminders of…"

"You want me to leave?" I asked, interrupting him before he could say his name. I couldn't take that.

"No, of course not, Bella. I love you. But this is not healthy."

"I'm fine."

"Oh yeah? This," he gestured to my slovenly appearance, "is fine? You not having anything to do with your friends, is fine? You having nightmares and waking up screaming every night, is fine? Your clothes are hanging off of you. I hate to break it to you, Bella, but you are not fine." He stressed to me.

"I am. I actually have plans to meet up with Rose later today. We are going to go to the movies. Girl time." I told him, trying to remind myself to ask her if she wanted to go the movies. Rose didn't do girl time.

Charlie nodded.

"That should be fun. Girl time, great." He forced some enthusiasm into his voice.

"Yeah, great. Well gotta go to school now."

He stepped aside and let me go.

Rose looked at me shrewdly as she ate her cheeseburger.

I ignored her, nibbling on a chip. My stomach revolted and I put it down.

"You look like shit." She said bluntly.

I looked up at her and then looked back down at my full plate.

"You have circles under your eyes, your hair is greasy and stringy, you have obviously lost weight, you don't talk to anyone, even me and I have been your friend for four years. It's like you don't care about yourself anymore."

I still said nothing.

"Damn it!" Her fist banged the table and I jumped. "Talk to me."

Tears flooded my eyes.

"What do you want me to say? That he left me like I was nothing to him? That he never loved me? That it was all a lie? Fine. I am nothing, he never loved me and he lied." I said.

"Edw…"

"Don't say his name." I whispered. "Please." I pleaded.

She nodded.

"Eat." She demanded.

"I am not hungry."

"Eat anyway, or I will have your father put you in the hospital and have you fed intravenously."

I glared at her.

"Finally. Some emotion." She said.

"Yeah, anger."

"Better than nothing. Now eat."

I nodded and picked up my chip and started chewing.

"Hey Bella!"

I looked up from the book I was trying to concentrate on.

"James?" I was surprised to see him here. He was his best friend.

He frowned as he looked me over.

"You look like shit."

I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, that is the general consensus. Thanks." I said.

"How much weight have you lost?" He asked.

I shrugged and turned my attention back to trying to read my book. I was on page six and I had been reading for an hour.

Suddenly it was ripped from my grasp.

"Get up." He said.

"Leave me alone." I pleaded.

"No!" He made me stand up and he looked at me. The disappointment on his face made me cringe. We had been close, Kate, James, him and I.

He grabbed my hand suddenly.

"Come on."

"Where?" I asked.

"Anywhere but here."