A/N: Sorry for taking a very long time, I'm horrible I know. Do believe me when I say I wont abandon this fic, I may take a long time updating but I will update eventually. This story is rather hard to continue, seeing as i'm coming up with the plot line as I go. I only have a rough outline of where I want it to go but the details are still in the process Lol.
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Chapter 6: My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my voice.

Thursday, February 21

Much to my amazement, I must have dozed off at some point because when I woke up the rain was gone and Edward was still asleep. His hair stuck to his forehead and beads of sweat ran down his face to his neck.

A strange feeling was gnawing at my insides and I wanted to touch his neck, I shook my head. The motion seemed to have woken up Edward, who looked disoriented and let out a yawn.

Last nights events must have sunk in in that moment because his head whipped around looking for me, I assume, seeing as the rest of the members were not around. I looked down, feeling a mixture of happiness and fear. Happy that he seemed to have me in his mind as well, and fear for exactly that same reason. I was afraid that I would get too close and if I lost him... Not that I had him or anything, but if he just wasn't around anymore, I don't know what i'd do. Mainly now that everyone seemed to be separated.

I don't know why it scared me, seeing as this is how we started, alone. This is exactly why I didn't want to trust anyone, I wasn't even aware that I had trusted until now that they were gone and I felt the need to have them back.

My distressed must have been written all over my face which was nothing new, I had always been known for being an open book, I didn't speak but I didn't need to, my emotions betrayed me anyways.

"Hey, don't worry, after we have something to eat we can head out to look for them." I simply nodded, his voice was enough to soothe me, though the panic was somewhere behind my mind waiting to sink its fangs in.

"Can you look at me? Please?" I lifted my sight towards him, his face betrayed no emotion and I wondered what he was thinking.

I wanted to ask him, I really did. The curiosity was overwhelming and even more so the thought of hearing my own voice, being able to say something, anything.

"Can you tell me what's on your mind?" His voice sounds fragile, as if he expected me to break into a thousand pieces or something. I look down, and try really hard to somehow find what gives my voice. But the action is rusty and I haven't tried doing so in 3 years.

"You don't have to if you don't—"

"I can't." My voice surprises me. Its so puny and alien.

Edward looks startled, I look away and regret speaking. Nothing good ever comes of me speaking, there was a reason why I never spoke, a reason that I seemed to have forgotten.

"What? What is it that you can't do?" And I know he knows what I said but he's encouraging me to talk.

I clear my throat, a miserable attempt at speaking again. Now my voice isn't there at all and I shrug. Something keen to failure creeps upon me, and I wish more than anything that I could find my voice. That I could show Edward I'm not just a pile of worthlessness but I can't find it in me, and I realize that must be exactly what I am.

"Isabella, will you please look at me?" I sneak a peak, his eyes are intensely imploring. I look away.

"Please, Isabella." And I get sick of hearing him say my name like that.

"Bella." My voice is a weak, unreliable thing. I try again, "Call me Bella."

"Bella.." He repeats, testing out the sound of it. A smile makes its way on his face.

"Its.." My voice gives out for a second and I close my eyes, trying really hard to concentrate. "..difficult to talk."

"It's okay." When I open my eyes again, he gives me a comprehending look. I smile, because just maybe it will be okay. "It'll be okay." He repeats again, as if confirming it to himself.

"I feel.." My voice cracks again and I get frustrated. Why can't I speak normally? Why does my voice leave me? I breath in and out. "I feel like I'll be losing." When the words finally come out, a feeling of relief washes over me, leaving me baffled.

Edward's eyebrow furrows in a cute, confusing way before asking, "What do you think you'll lose?"

This time, I try looking him straight in the eyes. I want my voice to sound controlled and normal.

"I don't know." Instead I sound lost and helpless.

"I.." But my voice gives out and I know it will cooperate no longer.

I feel really tired, awfully so. I got that head-achy feeling you get once you step out of an air-conditioned room into the blaring sunlight. My mind is reeling on the fact that I spoke but my body is wasted and all I want is to nap. My eyelids feel heavy and begin drooping.

I suppose Edward sees the tiredness in me because he opts for getting us some food. And even though it's still morning, I curl up into a ball and sleep. And sleep.

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I must have slept all morning because the next thing I know, Edward is lightly shaking my shoulder and saying something about food.

I sit up and realize that I'm hungry, really hungry. I could eat a cow, really. Luckily I don't have to, not that there's any cows here anyways.

We spend the next hour trying to start a fire and after finally getting one started, Edward begins cooking some eggs he brought from a birds nest. There is a variety of fruits and I'm really thankful for Edwards ability to hunt and gather.

After a much needed meal, we pack up our stuff and tried to find the path in which we came from. Unfortunately, due to us trying to lose the red haired demon from before, we also lost our way.

Edward fetched the compass in our bag, while I wondered if he knew how to use it. I know I should consider asking him this, but I don't. Instead, I watch him as he aligns the arrow on the compass to point north and guides us further into the forest.

I couldn't be sure how much time passed but it must have been quite a while because my legs were aching and I was beginning to think we were just walking in circles.

I was about to try to voice my opinions when the old shack suddenly came to sight. I wasn't sure if to feel relieved or afraid, but apparently my indecisive mind conceded to feeling both.

I looked around the shack, around the trees, anything I had in sight to make sure there was no traps or people waiting to ambush. A chill ran down my spine and I slowly reached out for the hem of Edward's sweater, holding on tight and looking down.

I felt Edwards eyes on me, which only made my face heat up at the fatuous notion of what I was doing but instead of laughing or shaking me off, Edward holds onto my hand and together we walk towards the shack, hoping to find them inside and safe.

But that was too much to ask for because when we entered the shack there was not a single soul inside, apart from us. The creaky floors seemed to sound louder in the silence surrounding us. There was bloody footprints running out the door and disappearing into the abyss that was this forsaken place.

"It must have been the little girl from before, those footsteps are too small for an adults." Edwards eyebrows scrunched up in a really cute way that gave me weak knees, as he crouched to further inspect the bloody foot print.

I wanted to get the hell out of this place, it oozed 'creepy and deranged' all over. After looking around the shack some more and packing a few items for later use, we went back outside where the sky looked angry and puffy gray clouds hovered above us, taunting with their threat to rain.

I really didn't like the rain. I enjoyed it when I was in the safe comfort of indoors, with a cup of hot chocolate and marshmallows, but this wasn't the case.

"We'll have to keep moving, we can relocate with them later." Edward grabbed my hand again and made to keep walking but I came to a halt, causing him to look back at me in question.

My mouth opened, and I tried voicing out my question to no avail. I closed my eyes and concentrated on remembering how to speak.

"What if.." My voice was hoarse and I had to cough a couple of times before I could continue. "What if they come back here?"

Edward contemplated this before reaching out into our bag and pulling out a pocket knife. I watched as he carved the words 'MOVE ON, A, J, E, R.' into the door frame of the shack. I lifted my eyebrow at him, what if they didn't notice?

"With any hope, if they come back they'll see this and move on. I don't want to give us away though, so I had to be discreet about it." He closed up the pocket knife and handed it to me. "You should probably carry this on you as well." I nodded and put it in my left pocket, the taser being on my right one.

We walked for a good twenty minutes when a beeping noise was heard not too far. Edward and I looked at each other in unison, shock and fear written all over our faces. He pulled me behind a bush, putting a finger to his lips in a symbol for silence. I nodded, closing my eyes and trying hard to decipher how far the noise was.

"I'm going to go check it out, you stay here. If I don't come back in 5 minutes I want you to keep heading as far away as possible and find the others. Do not trust anyone else, absolutely no one." He hushed to whisper this before trying to jump back out but I held him tight.

My hands were shaking but my grip was firm. "Please.." I whispered, ".. you have to come back." I did not dare to look him in the eyes, for fear of finding disgust at my weakness.

He placed a hand on both of my cheeks, lifting my face to his level and resting his forehead on mine. "I will come back."

The wind carried his words away, and he was gone.

A/N: Cliffy! How I love those cliffhangers ;]
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