Author's Note: This story is going to be fairly short; 13-15 chapters tops. Enjoy!

I woke up but was too lazy to get out of bed. Instead, I lay there, staring at the plain ceiling. Just like me. I finally turned over and to my surprise, saw a note on the side of my bed. Charlie was never one to pass notes. But then again, what normal adult would be?

"Left early for work. Love you Bells. -Charlie"

I would have smirked if I could. I could read the real message between the lines. "I love you Bella, but I can't take it any more." A tear I thought I'd never shed slid out. I didn't feel like working, so I called in sick. And it was true. I was sick. Love sick.

I took my iPod and decided to drive somewhere. I didn't care where, it could've been Jacob's house for all I care. I just needed to get out. I went inside my truck and turned on the engine. For once, I was grateful for the loud roar that came out of it. It drowned out my sobbing.

In the end, I figured I shouldn't risk it. In my state, I'd probably kill everyone on the road. I turned the keys and walked back outside, lying on the soft grass. I decided to watch the clouds. I stared at the sky for a while until I saw something that made me sick to the core.

I saw a wolf. Not those gray, small ones. Werewolves. I had to look away to stop the bile from rising in my throat. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, I thought, until I realized I couldn't think of any. I rose up and decided to go back inside.

And then I saw it - Charlie's gun belt.

AN: Sorry for making it so short. The next one may or may not be as short as this one, but it will be good . . . I hope. :P