Disclaimer- Oh right. Yes I totally own it all. No I don't you plonker. I'm being SARCASTIC. *rolls eyes* It's called borrowing Edward, Bella, Alice and all the other peoples for a nice little fanfic.

And with that out of the way, enjoy chapter 9:

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Edward POV

It was all sorted. The only one who was slightly opposed to moving to Alaska was Rosalie, unsurprisingly, and she had been outnumbered.

"If it's what Edward wants, we should do it," Esme had said.

"But what about what the rest of us want?" Rose had argued.

"Rose…" Carlisle cautioned unnecessarily; I could hear what she was thinking. She had no proper reason for wanting to stay in Forks; she just didn't want to move simply because I had fallen for 'a plain, human girl'.

Tomorrow, we were due to start our new lives; Carlisle and I were to be brothers working at the hospital and everyone else would resume the roles they had had in Forks.

I sat in the bay window of our new house. Esme was having the time of her life choosing colours and decor styles for each of the rooms. I sighed heavily and stared over the marshlands of Juneau, thinking only about the one person who had been the only thing on my mind for the past few days.

I was so deep in thought, that I didn't know I wasn't alone until she spoke: "Edward?"

I jumped and whipped my head round to see her stood in the doorway, "Oh. Hey Alice."

"Can I come in?" she asked quietly.

"Sure." I turned to look back out of the window.

You're a state she thought sadly. I didn't make any sign to say that I had heard that thought.

"Edward," Alice sighed, coming over to sit next to me in the window, "Are you sure that you've done the right thing?"

"It's better this way, Alice," I answered.

"For who, Edward?" she snapped.

"Her." It hurt too much to say her name, even to think it.

"Edward…" Alice moaned, "You're a wreck and you've only been away from her for five days. Five days, Edward!"

"I can't ruin her life…" I whispered, but Alice interrupted me with her thoughts. She showed me a picture. It was of her. My beautiful Bella, crying. No, not crying, sobbing. She was curled up in the foetal position on her bed in Phoenix and was sobbing her heart out, her hand clutched around a necklace. My heart gave a jolt when I realised that it was the necklace that I had left for her. It had been my real mother's most treasured possession besides me, her son. But Alice didn't know this.

"She's crying herself to sleep, Edward," Alice told me sternly, "I see this everyday."

"But I…" I started.

"I know you told me not to look for her, but that doesn't mean I don't see. I was keeping tabs on her for a while when we were waiting for her to wake up. She won't just disappear from my visions; I'm too attuned to her. But I see this everyday, Edward, and you say that this is better for her?"

"It is," my voice was thick and I knew that I would be crying if I could be.

"No it's not!" Alice cried.

"Alice, you see what happens, you don't see why. For all we know, she's crying over something completely irrelevant," I pointed out, despite having seen the necklace in my angel's hand.

"What? Like she's got sunburn?" Alice said her tone full of heavy sarcasm, "Edward, we both know why Bella's" – she ignored my flinch – "crying. She loves you and you love her. Just go and see her, please."

"I can't," I whispered.

"Why not?" Alice moaned, "What is it Edward? Your pride? Do you not really care for her at all? I find both of those excuses hard to believe."

"I can't… hurt her…" I put my head in my hands, guilt overwhelming me.

You already have.Then she was gone.

Alice POV

I swept out of the room. Why wouldn't he listen to me? Bella was hurting so much without him and he was convinced that he would hurt her more. I had seen her crying. I had seen the girls at her school pushing her around. I had seen the way she sat at her empty desk in Biology and stare at the seat next to her, her eyes swimming with un-cried tears. I had seen the way she always fiddled with that rock around her neck, every second of every day. I had seen how she hid in her bedroom and cried.

And he thought that she was better off without him. He was very clearly deluded.

Bella POV

It went on like that for days. My first day had been crappy, and it hadn't got any better. Leila continually sniped at me and all of the teachers were blissfully unaware of it.

At home, Phil did the same. He told me how unwanted I was, both here and in Forks. The cut on my wrist was going to scar over for sure and I had numerous bruises both from falling down the stairs and other times when he had gotten close enough to stage his 'accidents'. Just like the ignorant teachers, Renee rolled her eyes and promised me that I'd get over my clumsy stage. And I was forbidden to tell anyone, if I valued my life.

And, on top of all of this, I had to sit at an empty desk in Biology. I had tried desperately to drop it, all to no avail. Sitting there at the black-topped lab tables, just like the ones back in Forks, by myself and studying phases of mitosis alone was the worst thing I was facing.

"Bella?" Jake interrupted my chain of thoughts. He was the only good thing about Phoenix; he was my only friend. We ate together every day at lunch, but didn't have any classes together. He was the one person I could have trusted with all of my secrets. Could have, but didn't.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. We were sat outside in the sunshine and it was Friday. I had been here in Phoenix for a week and five days now. And I certainly wasn't settling in.

"I…" I hesitated, wondering whether to tell him the truth. Whether to tell him about the shit I was getting at school, or the abuse I was suffering at home, or the depression I was dying of inside, "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, looking at the ground.

"Double Bio next?" he checked.

"Yeah," I said with a sigh. It was no secret to Jake of my hatred of Biology, but he couldn't understand why I hated it so much. I had a nice teacher and I was good at it. But he didn't know about him. About how sitting at an empty Biology table reminded me of him. About how much I loved him. How much I missed him.

"Why do you always do that?" Jake nodded his head at me.

"What?" I looked down at myself.

"That necklace. Whenever you're deep in thought or something, you always play with it. You never leave it alone," he said.

"I don't know," I fibbed.

Then the bell rang.

"I'll see you on Monday," Jake said as he stood up.

"Yeah." I nodded as he helped me to my feet, "Thanks. See you."

I made my way slowly to Biology, my feet dragging as I tried to justify skiving to myself. But I was too much of a good girl to do that. Besides, I'd probably run into someone I don't want to. I sat in my seat miserably. The only good time in my whole day had passed now.

I stacked my books up and got ready to spend the next two hours in my head, as I always did in Bio. I had already covered most of the stuff we did in this class because I had been in an advanced placement before. However, this school had some sort of stupid regulation that the student has to have attended for at least a term before they can be moved into an advanced placement.

While the teacher, I hadn't bothered to learn his name, prattled on about cellular anatomy, I doodled aimlessly on the front of my notebook. Suddenly, I had an idea. I opened my notebook and penned a single word at the top of the page. I couldn't actually tell anyone anything that was happening to me, but neither Phil nor Leila had specified writing letters that would never be sent.

I looked down at the single word I had scrawled on the page and pursed my lips.

Edward it read. I took a deep breath and started to write.

I feel really stupid writing this when I never intend for you to actually read this, but I need someone to talk to, and you're the only person I want to talk to. I know that if you were here, you'd help me. But you're not here and you can't help me, so hopefully this will help instead. On TV and stuff counsellors always say that telling someone how you feel makes you feel better, so I'm telling you.

How do I feel? Well, I guess, firstly I feel kinda alone. Phoenix is horrible. I hate it so much and I miss Forks. I miss my friends, I miss Charlie, and, most of all, I miss you. I'd prefer to be back in a coma just so long as I can hear your voice again. My imagination isn't a patch on you at all. I just… I don't know.

I'm writing this in Biology right now. I just can't stand this place at all. It's horrible, Edward. If only you were here, this place would be that much better. If you were here, maybe Leila would leave me alone. You could be the person I told everything to. I know that you love me, so why aren't you here? Why aren't you helping me? I'd help you. I love you. More than you could ever imagine. You're the one person I think I can trust at the moment, even though you're not here. But I know that you're somewhere. You must be because you have my heart. I know you do because I certainly don't. It's like you've torn it out and taken it where you are. But I don't miss my heart at all. Not compared to the pain that is missing you.

Love you forever,

Your Bella

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I bit down hard on my lip to stop the tears from spilling. Everything I had written was true. And every word I wrote was like another tear to my heart.

But that was how it started. From then on, every spare moment I had was taken up by writing to Edward. I told him everything and every letter finished with 'Love you forever. Your Bella.' And three kisses. And when I was with Edward in my head, I was happy.

But I should have known that the happiness wouldn't last and reality would take over.

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Aw poor Bella.

Thank you guys so much for all of your lovely reviews. The general feeling is "I hate that *** Phil" XD. I know; you're not supposed to like him, guys. But I like hearing it anyway; it means I've fulfilled my duty as a writer. And I'm also sorry to those people who don't like it for putting Jake in the story, but he is needed and he won't be in it too often. Only for the next two chapters and then maybe one later on. He's totally not a big part in the story, I promise.

AND I have the next chapter ready again!!! You guys should be very, very proud of me. Remember I posted this THE DAY AFTER I posted chapter 8! So be proud, ok? I am. XD Although everything that happens in my Easter holidays has happened now and I'm not busy till Tuesday now, so I have had the time to write it, I guess. Will be a different story when I realise that I should be getting on with my Food Tech Coursework (which I really should. Meh, so I procrastinate. So what? :S)

Yes. Quote:

We walked through the rain to my truck where he pushed me in the front seat and got in the passenger seat beside me. His face was furious.

"What?" I asked, my voice quiet, "What is it, Jacob?"

"Who's Edward?" he wondered, his voice gentle. Wow, that was unexpected.

"How do you know about him?" I asked in amazement.

"He gave you the necklace, didn't he?"

"Well, yeah, but how did you know…?" I looked down, averting his gaze, and fiddled with my now broken necklace, waiting for him to answer.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. More than 110 reviews. I knew we could do it. Okay. This time, I'm going to be mean. I'm not going to update until I get 15 more (is that too many? Ok, I might settle for 13) reviews. This isn't that many. I got 11 on the last chapter. If you just read this and don't review, don't you think it would be nice? As I have said before, reviews are totally my brand of heroin. XD

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Steph