I turned the small envelope around in my hands and ran my fingers across the top of it. The paper was smooth and flat. I quickly ripped open the top of it and was just about to pull out the letter when the door burst open. I jumped and hissed as the paper slid across the finger. Paper cut!

"Bella!" a voice shouted.

"What Angella?" I snapped, forgetting about the letter in my drunken haze.

"Why did you run out of the party like that?"

"Please leave me alone!" I begged. "Please! I came to the freakin' party! I stayed. I left. Go back to Ben. He needs you more than I do right now."

Angella narrowed her eyes at me. "Bella-

"Go!" I shouted.

She turned swiftly and left the room without another word.

I felt my stomach begin to churn again and I jumped out of bed and slid across the floor until I reached the bathroom where I found myself throwing up again.

"Bella," a voice called from somewhere far away. "Bella!"

My eyes snapped open and I woke up covered in sweat. BUt this wasn't my bed. I was laying on something cold and hard.

I slowly moved to sit up and I cringed back when my back tightened painfully. "Argh!" I gasped.

My head throbbed and my mouth tasted terrible.

"Bella," the voice repeated.

I looked up to find Angella staring at me like I was crazy. "You look terrible," she commented.

"Thanks," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

I pushed myself up again off of the bathroom floor and strecthed, hearing my joints pop. "Grosss," Angella hissed. I turned and glared at her, but it seemed to roll right off of her. "So Bells, you've got a pretty rough hangover there, huh?"

"Shut up!" I snapped, slamming the door in her face, and groaning when I heard the loud noise it made.

I turned on the shower and made the water so hot it stung. I pulled off my clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the water burn my skin.

As I walked back into the room with a towel wrapped around me, I saw Angella sitting on my bed, holding a peice of paper in her hand. "What's this?" she questioned.

The memory flashed into my head so fast that it hurt. The note!

"Put. It. Down," I said slowly.

"Geese, Bells. You really have an attitude lately."

"I'm sorry," I sighed, shaking my head. "I just have a horrible head ache."

"Getting drunk does that to you little Bell-lerina."

"That is your worst nickname yet," I said, walking over to her and reaching for the envelope. "And anyway, you got drunk!"

"I had two drinks. I know when to stop," Angella laughed.

I lunged for the letter and Angella pulled it back and I fell onto the bed and had to hold my towel up. I saw the note drop in front of my face. I grabbed it and pulled the paper out of it.

"I'm going to get some coffee," Angella said.

"Yeah, you do that." I waited until I heard the door click shut before I unfolded the letter. It fell from my hands before I could stop it.

I knew that handwriting.

My hands shook as I slowly reached forwards to pick it up. My towel begin to slip away, but I didn't bother to pick it up.

My dearest Bella,

If you are reading this, then it means you are back from the party. You look beautiful by the way.

You don't know how much I miss you, how much I long to hear your voice again. How much I long to see you smile.

You don't smile anymore. I've been watching, so I know. And what was with going to get drunk? If it didn't go well the first time then why do it again?

Seriously Bella, I would think you have more common sence than that. I'm not worth losing yourself over.

I have been watching you alot... don't worry I haven't seen you naked... well not that I'll tell you of anyway.

Well I want to inform you that I am not dead, if you haven't already figured it out. I mean I'm dead... but now how you would understand it.

My heart no longer beats, but I am still here, if that makes any sence. I can't tell you what I am, atleast not yet.

All I know is that you are beatiful, but you've lost yourself.

So here's what I would like to offer to you. I would like you to move on with your life. Like I said, I'm not worth it.

But I know you, and you are too stubborn for that. I would be too if situations were reversed.

So here's the real offer. I know you are too drunk to understand it now, but you must be at the scene of the accident tommorow night at midnight.

You will find the next note there, and it will send you onn a journey to find me, and yourself I hope too.

Wow that sounded like a cheesy romance movie.

I have to go now, I think I here you walking -or stumbling- down the hall.

Don't freak out, this will all make sence eventually.

I can't wait to see you again. I miss you so much.

-Edward

P.S. I love you.