Hey guys new chappie, and chapter 4 up within the next two days.

I rushed to the bathroom, why was I feeling like this. How come my whole world felt like it was sucked into a black whole, why did the black whole leave me behind.

My mind contested through places I could go. How could I ever go into that class again, much less face Edward?

I found the girls bathroom. This place was basically a dump. It always smelled like pee and toilet paper was everywhere except in the actual stalls.

I found one that was slightly clean, I sat on the toilet seat, my stomach was ready to launch its content and my whole body was quivering.

Was I over reacting? What did I do wrong? For the first time in a very long time I wanted to cry. I really just wanted to let everything go that I had held in for so long.

I heard the bell but I couldn't even find it in myself to get out of this appalling place. I missed class; witch was new because even though I liked to pretend that nothing matters my schoolwork did. It was all I was ever good at.

My aspirations were to be an English professor. I would inspire people to be the best, even though I could never be.

When the time rolled by I decided it was about time to go home.

I knew I wasn't supposed to walk, I knew I should have waited for my dad but I didn't. Like so many time before I walked the familiar road towards my house.

The cold crisp air enclosed me like a thick blanket; somehow it was pleasant, conversant of sorts. I had walked this path forever. I could identify every significant aspect of what is alongside this road.

The little shrub on my left, witch blooms with the most beautiful purple flower, but only for two weeks in the midst of the summer.

It was right across from the old uninhibited park I would long for when I was younger. The yellowy grass all year around and the broken fountain right in front of the park.

At that moment I realized I would gladly fade away into the yellow grass and just stay . . .

Our house was in sight, the huge oak tree in the back peeking out, like its leaves were trying so desperately to reach the rays of the sun. To get away from the cold of the worst winter ever.

Our fractured wall witch my dad was going to fix, every weekend. This was my home and forever I will be grateful that nobody in it would ever bring me down.

The house was empty; my dad was probably out on a call. I made my way to my room, threw my bag in the corner and fell onto my bed.

I woke up in complete dark, I felt groggy and semi disorientated. Had I fallen asleep after school? At first I couldn't make out the awful sound until I recognized it was my stomach wanting to eat my liver.

Oh, so o was hungry, I laughed at my inner monologue and search for a source of time. It was only seven but felt like it could be midnight.

I walked downstairs and found my dad in the living room watching some sort of sports.

"Hey dad where were you today?" I asked.
"Got a call from the smiths, their dog was bit by snake, poor thing didn't make it." Even after all these years he still sounded sad if he couldn't save an animal.

"Oh, sorry dad." I didn't really do the touch feely thing, except if you felt sorry for yourself, I thought sarcastically.

He smiled brightly and I walked to the kitchen to get food, I rifled through the cabinets, I needed to go do some shopping. We were running on baked beans and toast.

I made a sort of salad because I didn't have all the ingredients for a proper one and defrosted a TV dinner.

I sat with my father while I ate, and learned that he had gotten dinner with his new partner to "celebrate". I thought he saw the cabinets this morning.

After finishing my meal I went upstairs and started doing my homework, i didn't even want to think what I had missed in calculus. Think you for small miracles; my dad didn't get the famous call.

The next morning I got ready and started feeling a tight knot in my stomach, I was going to have to face Edward soon.

I went downstairs and grabbed my dad's toast out of his plate, smiling and walking to the front door. I pulled my jacket closer to me and positioned my beanie over my head. It was getting drastically cold.

I took one step and my eyes caught the most beautiful and somewhat sexy red car. I looked left and right like an idiot. I peeked inside but it was empty.

I turned around and there in the doorway stood my father, a huge smile plastered on his face.

"Dad what is the meaning of this?" I asked with my hands on my hips. I didn't give him a chance to replay. "Daddy! We said when I turn eighteen. "I said again.

He seemed confused but then he started to laugh.

"Exactly Bells, Happy birthday!" He yelled while he came up to me grabbing me and giving me a monster hug. OH my shit. . .

After the shock of realizing I forgot my own birthday I was on my way to school, with my new baby purring all the way. I hoped deep inside that everyone would forget my birthday, like I had.

My dress was caught to mid-thigh and he pulled it up even more.

"NO,"I trashed against him. He took something from his pocket.

Where did that come from? I thought with a startle and felt the tears running down my cheeks. Would I ever forget?

I got to school just as the bell rang and rushed to homeroom, sitting down quietly and waiting for the bell to ring for the first class.

I could see Edward in my rear sight but kept looking to the front, even though shit has happened to me there was a reason, there had better be. . .

I was sitting in one of the most boring classes and someone was yet to tell me happy birthday. I hadn't seen my friends yet but as faith would have it Edward was in most of my classes, wasn't that wonderful!

Today he was broody; he looked me up and down like dirt, which I deserved because I sort of was dirty now. I guess I would be described as used goods. His stares penetrated through me like the rays of the sun on a very warm day.

I felt squirmy the whole day. The bell rang for lunch and I made my way to the cafeteria, to our usual table. The whole gang was there and I shook of the weird feeling I had all day and gave my best smile.

"Bell! Happy birthday!" Rosalie Yelled and I all but chocked on my own breath.
"Rose shhh please keep it down." I begged but by now the whole table was buzzing from the news. A couple of "Om my God it's her birthday" from Alice and Emmet but what bothered me the most was Edwards reaction.

He looked so sad and agony was all over his face, he looked like he had been punched in the stomach. I couldn't help but smile at him. He tried to smile back but failed miserably.

"Bella can I speak with you?" He asked. Well at least he wasn't too formal?

I stood up and he did as well, we made our way to an empty table and sat down across from each other.

We sat in silence, defeating silence for what felt like hours.

"Bella, I know something happened and I don't know what. I know there is something more to what you said to me the moment I met you. I don't know why you stole my easy but-" I saw red, angry tears brimmed in my eyes threatening to escape.

"I did not steal your easy Edward; those were my own words with really life happenings so don't tell me I stole your words." That's why he laughed? Was he confused, HELP!

"Bella please calm down, I promise you, look." He said and gave me a paper. I looked it over and there in what I assumed was his handwriting was a perfect copy of my essay.

"How do I know you didn't just copy mine last night? Where would I get your essay anyway Edward?" I didn't understand. How could this be.

"Bella I don't know what this is but I can tell you my story and I know you will believe me after that."

"I don't want tobelieve any of this but I'll listen Edward." I said and felt my whole body shaking with this feeling that I didn't even understand.

I was confused and scared, I felt betrayed by no one and just wanted to crawl into a black gave.
"Bella come to my house with me?" he almost begged. I would never know what made me agree but something in his voice was so powerful that I had to say yes. It was almost compelling.

I agreed but stood up and walked out of the cafeteria I had a very strange feeling that that was not the weirdest thing that would happen to me.

xXx

The bell rang for the last time and I made my way to the parking lot, I didn't know where to go or even what to say. I waited by my car for Edward. I spotted him coming my way and felt the feeling I always felt around him.

"Bella would you care to follow me?" He asked, what was up with him did he live in the early 1900's? Again without hesitation I agreed and before I knew it I was in front of his, colossal and striking home.

I felt like I was going to throw up on their shiny pavement. I looked up and gave myself a heart attack, he was standing beside my car, waiting for me to get out.

I got out and without a word followed him to his house, then it struck me, I was going to have to meet his parents. Do non friends and secret knowers actually meet parents?

We walked into the kitchen and I waited, resting my body against the counter.
"Bella, what's bothering you?" he asked.

What's bothering me, Really? Where to begin. This is so weird, this is very very weird. How could I be in my imaginary friends house and now hes real and everything is soo wrong.

"I don't know, everything is very wrong." I said.
"Listen Edward, I have issues, I had tragedies happen and go bay and I'm afraid it's just to late to change me." I whispered.

"Lets go to my room Bella, we can speak there." He said taking me by the hand, then everything went pitch black.

Bella is very confused and feels like she doesn't belong, stick with her here. Be back soon.