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I began my spiral back into a deep, black abyss.

Somehow Jackie had managed to managed to rescue me from the infinite hole I had been shoved into.

I felt the same way I did when Be-she left. I attempted to find a reason to keep going on. I sat in my room for hours, motionless, just aimlessly glaring out the window into the overcast world that continued without me.

I felt hopeless. I felt like there was nothing for me. Then, a memory hit me.

It was her voice, talking to me. My sweet cherubim singing softly in my ear, painting a smile across my pained face.

Danger. That's what I needed. For some reason, her voice would only speak to me when my life was endangered. I tried to figure out why that was the only time I could hear her, but each time I came up empty.

I had several theories, all of which I dismissed.

My first theory was that though she said allthose painstaking truths, that somewhere, deep down in her still heart, she cared about me and that though she promised to never bother me again (not that she ever could) she found a way to communicate with me. But she was a psychic, not a telepath.

My second theory was more a desire rather then a logical thought. I had hoped that by some miniscule chance, she never left. That, somewhere in the vast ocean of green, she was watching over me, protecting me. I always saw her as my guardian angel, who I was to doubt that. But why would she stay? Why would she care. I knew the answer I wanted, but it was nothing more then hopeful thinking.

I suddenly found I did not care the reason, all I cared about was hearing her.

I pushed myself off my bed and stormed out to the garage, getting in the car, and speeding out. I wasn't exactly sure where I was going, but I was hoping that on my way to no where, I would find exactly what I needed.

After an hour of aimlessly driving I was about to turn around when a bright orange sign, hanging off a telephone pole, caught my attention.

FOR SALE! TWO DIRT BIKES, GOOD CONDITION, REASONABLE PRICE. FOR INFORMATION, CALL 360-738-8538

I took out my cellphone and dialed the number.

"Hello." A deep voice came over the speaker of the phone.

"Uh, hi. I was wondering about the dirt bikes. I saw the sign."

"Oh, yeah. Well, there's two. Both are 200cc. I bought them for my sons a few years back and they're both in college now and I have no need for them. The price will be around twelve hundred each. One is red and one is black." I don't know how, but he managed to get that all in in one breath.

"So, are you interested?"

"Yeah, I am actually. Can I come pick them up in about an hour?" I would need to go home and attach a trailer to the Volvo then stop over at the bank and take out twenty four hundred dollars. I would take it from my own bank account so Esme and Carlisle would not know. Esme would not approve of my buying of such a "dangerous weapon."

Emmett had begged Esme to buy him a dirt bike a few years back and she refused.

I wasn't exactly sure why I was buying both dirt bikes, but I figured I could bring someone with me when I used them.

"Sure. Come to 473 Whister Avenue. I'll have them ready for you to take." I hung up the phone and sped home.

A few hours later, I was sitting on the red dirt bike in the middle of the forest. I wasn't exactly sure what I planned to do; there was no trail, I had no idea how to drive a dirt bike, and I also had no protection.

I was about to get off when I remembered the reason I was out here in the first place; to hear her.

I turned the ignition and revved the engine, grabbing the clutch.

Edward, what are you doing?

What does it look like?

Edward, stop this. This is crazy and dangerous.

Why should that matter to you. You left. You don't care what happens to me. You don't love me.

Edward, you promised.

And you promised to stay with me forever.

If not for me what about your family. Esme, Emmett, Alice? What about that? Can you imagine the pain they will go through if you kill yourself?

I'm not going to kill myself.

Says the psycho on the dirt bike.

You don't have a say in my life anymore.

I kicked up the kick stand as dirt began flying out of the back wheel. I released the break and was instantly shot into the brisk February air, flashes of scenery sped by. It reminded me of her, when I ran with her.

I got so caught up in my thoughts I hadn't even noticed the tree that was now blocking my path. My hand clutched the brake, the bike skidding to a halt, throwing me into the air and into the rough body of the mighty pine.

Everything went black.

Pain pulsed through my head as my sight slowly returned. I wasn't sure how long I had been out, but I noticed the sun was hidden behind the trees that laughed at my pain. I brought my hand to my head, feeling the warm pool of blood dampened my dirt stained hands.

I slowly began pushing myself off the ground, when a heard a loud growl. Quicker then I should have, I turned on my heel, causing my vision to become observed by black spots. Though through my blurred vision I was able to make out a large figure.

It was taller then me, by at least two feet. It had flowing fur that was a unique rust, that almost seemed to shimmer in the dusk sun. There was something vaguely familiar about the strange creature in front of me, but I couldn't quite place it.

A howl pierced the twilight, shattering the serene quiet that surround the two of us.

I felt as the warm blood slowly cascaded down my cheek, then all I felt was the rough ground.


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