MilesOfSmiles13: I'm glad that you loved the ending of chapter Three. I'm glad that you also think that I'm doing well on the ending. They are hard to place sometimes, but I'm glad to hear it!

.: I'm glad that you love the story. I hope that you will keep loving it also!

Emerald Winter Blossom: I'm so happy that you love the plot. I hope that you will feel the same as I write on.

Rosalie96: I will always continue to write, and I don't want to quit on a story like this : )

Nicole1962: to answer your question (How can forget a weekend with the best good friend?), Edward believes that he is in "love" and that makes him forget everything else that is important to him sometimes. Sad, but I need it like this for my plot.

Xxheartbroken54xX & Crystal the optimist: Thank you so much for reading My Bleeding Heart for me! I was so grateful. And to those who didn't tell me, thank you too! You guys saved the story!

"Hey Bella," Edward greeted while he opened the truck door for you. He did a double take. "You don't look so good."

"Sorry," I yawned as I climbed out of the truck. "I was up basically all night trying to get my song right. It's just not playing out like I wanted to, but I've finally gotten it."

"How long were you on your guitar last night," Edward questioned as he shook his head in disapproval. Yes, for those who want to know, I do play guitar. I remember the first time I started also.

Flashback

"Mommy," I whined as we headed to the music store that was only a block away from our apartment that we call home. We were just walking since it was so nice out. "I don't want to play a stupid instrument! And I don't want to have singing lessons!"

"Why not, Bella," my mother questioned. "You have a beautiful voice, and I bet that an instrument will go perfectly with it. Do it for me, please? I've saved so long for this, just do this for me?" I sighed and walked into the store. We were greeted by piano's and other instruments that didn't have any appeal to me at all.

"I don't see anything that I like, so can we go now," I sighed. She shot me a warning glance before walking into the store even more.

"Hello, I'm Rebecca," a saleswoman said as she came over to us. "Is there anything you need help with?"

"We're looking for an instrument for my daughter to play," my mother smiled at her, while I looked around, appearing as if I were bored.

"You've come to the perfect place then," Rebecca cheered, and I just rolled my eyes. Of course it's the perfect place, I wanted to say, It's a music store full of instruments that you don't even know how to play.

"We'd just like to look around first," my mother stated before we walked off.

"Just call me over if you have any questions," Rebecca called after us. My mother nodded while she looked around.

"Is there anything you see that you want," my mother questioned after five minutes of silence. I shook my head stubbornly. She sighed before walking forward again. I was just about to walk with her when I caught my eye on an instrument. I left my mother's side, and I walked towards it. It was a blue and black guitar. (AN: Just to let you guys know, the guitar picture is on my website. www .brokenfromthepast .webs .com [no spaces included in URL]. There will be other photos from the story also if you want to check it out any time.) It just looked so me. I didn't even realize that my fingers were reaching out to touch it until I actually did. It felt like me also.

"That's a Ibanez SGT120 Sage Series Acoustic Guitar," I heard Rebecca say from behind me. I pulled away immediately and whipped around. She was smiling at me. "Would you like to try it out?" I nodded, while blushing. "It's okay." She took a stool from some place by the way and brought it over to me. "Why don't you sit here?" I took a seat, and took the guitar from the stand. She showed me how to hold it, and then she let me. It fit with ease, and I felt the smile spread across my face as I just stroked it.

"It's beautiful," I whispered.

"Yes, it is," Rebecca agreed. "Do you know how to play?" I shook my head. "I could teach you if you want."

"You would," I questioned as I snapped my head up to look at her. She nodded with a smile.

"When I was just a little younger than you, I started playing the guitar also," she informed me. "It was my favorite instrument that my dad made me play, and I used to do a lot of things with mine. I'd play in concerts, I'd just listen to it until I felt like I wanted to go to sleep, it comforted me when no one else could. That's what an instrument entails. You just have to find the right one for you." My smiled widened as I heard her say that.

"There you are, Bella," my mother sighed when she came up to us. She smiled at me. "I see that you found an instrument that you like." I nodded with excitement. The grin was still plastered on my face. Rebecca and my mom stepped aside to talk with each other while I started plucking at the strings. That's when I knew that the guitar was what I wanted, more than anything else before.

End of Flashback

"Bella," the teacher called on me. I snapped my head to look at him. "Why don't you read next?"

"Where are we," I questioned.

"Well, you would know that if you were paying attention," the teacher replied. There were hidden laughter from the other students, but I ignored them and slump down in my chair. "Why don't you start off where we were, Ms. Stanley."

"Romeo, where art thou Romeo," Jessica started reading, but I didn't play that much attention, especially since this was my favorite book. I could recite so many lines from it with passion, unlike others. I owned all the movies also. My mom always said that I was obsessed with Romeo. I remember the first time Edward found out about it.

Flashback

"Hey Bella," Edward greeted as he entered my room. I jumped from where I was reading on the bed and looked up. I didn't even know that he was in the house.

"Hi Edward," I said while putting down my book.

"What were you reading," he asked curiously.

"Just my favorite book," I responded. He came over and picked it up. He looked at me quizzically.

"Romeo and Juliet," he mumbled. I nodded.

"Shakespeare is the best," I smiled.

"I've never read it," he stated.

"Have you seen the movies," I questioned. He shook his head. I quickly got off the bed and dragged him downstairs to the TV. We watched two of the different movies. I made him watch the old one first before the old one.

"I don't get it," he scoffed after the movies. "Romeo could have waited just a couple of seconds, and he'd be able to be with her. Is he stupid or something?"

"Romeo is not stupid," I yelled. He stared at me in surprise. He ended his life to be with the one that he loves. He had no knowledge that it was fake, so they could never be together. It's the perfect way to die. No one else could find some other way to die."

"So you'd want to be someone else's Juliet," he questioned. I nodded as I blushed.

"I want to be able to have a romantic love like that where there wouldn't be any bonds that would stop them, even if the others despise it," I whispered. We ended up watching a different movie and spending the day together.

End of Flashback

Just then, the bell rang, and I proceeded to exit the class with all the other students.