I ran for the next 26 hours, not stopping to rest, catch my breath, or think about what I was doing. Because I knew that if I did stop and let my thoughts catch up with me, I would turn around and head back to my new home, back with the Cullens, but right now I had to get away. I had to get away and process.

During the run, I was a wreck. I cried like I had never cried before, and at one point I actually think my body ran out of water to produce tears. It was then that I felt truly like a vampire, crying tearless sobs. Even though I wasn't the biggest fan of hunting, I would catch anything I saw- deer, rabbits, and even a large cat, all of which made the gold specks in my eyes much more prominent.

I knew when Rosalie and Emmett had returned to the house, because my phone started vibrating in my pocket, seeming to never end. Never slowing down, I whipped the phone out of my pocket, noticing missed calls from Rose, Emmett, and Seth. More tearless sobs raked through my body as I turned off the small device, throwing it in my backpack.

Through the entire run, I had a constant stream of thoughts circulating around in my head. Did my parents actually love me? Why was my mother never like that when I was younger? Why did I see my parent's death? What was Amelia doing there? Could she have shown me the dream? Was that even possible?

Finally, finally, finally, I reached my destination, and even though it was the dead of night, I could see the barren field clear as day. My heart painfully beat inside my chest as I walked to the middle of the field, taking in my surroundings. The scarce trees hiding the small creek I used to bathe in, the rough dirt that covered my once standing house, and the two large rocks, which were my parent's make-shift gravestones.

Part of me was aware that I was standing in the middle of someone's land, their grazing field more precisely, but as I kneeled in front of my mother's rock, I suddenly didn't care. I don't know how long I sat there, clinging to the large rock and gasping with dry sobs, until I felt the numb feeling. No one was with me, that I was sure of, and nothing was happing to me, but I felt different, like something had changed within me. Everything felt like a lie to me now: my childhood, my parents, and Amelia.

She wasn't caring, or kind, or an angel, like I had originally thought when I first laid eyes on her. She was a monster- a cold, heartless, cruel monster. She was the reason why my parents were dead, why I never felt their true love for me, and the reason I was so different, even from people of my kind. I wasn't positive with all of these accusations, but once they entered my head, and I murmured them out loud, I knew they were correct.

I pulled back from my mother's rock, no longer crying, but feeling numb, with a slight determination making my expression look hard. Blinking away the still lingering tears, I looked around, surprised to no longer see the dark field, but my yellow house, standing before me like a beacon, pulling me forward.

Still slightly confused, I slowly got to my feet, walking towards the house. When I reached the brick steps, I looked down, recognizing my small hand outlined on the red and black blocks. Kneeling, I placed my hand over the outline, noticing how much larger my hand was now. A light wisp of air pulled me back to the present, and I glanced up, realizing that the front door was pushed open, showing the wooden stair case, small kitchen, and living room.

I didn't want to go in; I really couldn't go in and see the last places my parents had been before they were killed. Falling heavily onto the brick steps, I curled in on myself, suddenly being enveloped by the darkness.

My eyes slowly opened, taking in the large boulder I was pressed against; my skin itched where it grazed against the broken dirt and sharp rocks, and I realized it had all been a dream- the steps, the stairs, the house.

Light seeped into my eyesight as I registered it was early morning, and I suddenly became aware of a noise- someone was walking towards me. Curling closer the rock, I hoped that I was invisible, being completely ignored by the new person. I stopped breathing, shut my mind off, and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping beyond hope that whoever the person was would just keep walking, ignoring the broken girl curled on the ground, but of course, I was wrong.

"Emmett and Rosalie are very upset with themselves," the voice said behind me. "They blame themselves for you running away."

I sighed in relief, instantly recognizing the voice, and pulled myself, slowly, into a sitting position. His footsteps came closer and soon he was sitting beside me, close to my father's boulder, while I held my knees close to my chest.

"Sorry," my voice was very hearse, almost inaudible, but I was sure he heard me.

His hand came up to cup my shoulder and I flinched from the contact, seeping back to my former state of mind where physical contact was forbidden.

"Do you want to talk about it," Jasper asked slowly, pulling his hand away.

"They loved me," I choked out, curling in on myself more.

Jasper scooted closer to me, slowly taking me in his arms, and this time I crumbled. Leaning against his chest, I closed my eyes, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill.

"I never doubted that," he whispered into my hair.

With that, I started crying again, but the tears wouldn't come. Instead, I gasped and sobbed tearlessly into my brother's shirt, all while he gently rubbed my back, telling me it was alright. But it wasn't alright, I kept telling myself, this wasn't alright.

"How did you know I was here," I asked into his shirt. "How did you find me here?"

I felt him chuckle humorlessly beside me, "Alice, of course. She saw you leave and run across the Texas border. I figured out the rest from there."

"Oh," I didn't really know what to say.

"What happened?" He whispered, "Why did you leave?"

Image after image of my dream flashed behind my closed eyelids- the house, my father, my mother, and the two men who ended their lives. What I could remember of last night danced around in my memory as well, showing me how broken I was, sitting on the imaginary steps of my former home.

All you've got is me, Amelia's voice sounded through my head.

"Am I in trouble," I asked, ignoring Jasper's question completely. I didn't want to talk about it now, especially with Jasper. "Is everyone mad at me?"

Jasper sighed, "They're not angry with you, just concerned. We were all wondering why you just got up and left. We are just worried about you, especially Esme."

"Sorry," I apologized again. "I just… had to come here."

He nodded, not really knowing what to say after my weak explanation. I knew he wanted more, needed to know my reasoning, but I couldn't tell him, not quite yet. There was someone else I needed to talk to first, someone who could help me decipher exactly what was going on with my dreams and Amelia.

"Hayley," Jasper pulled my face up so I could see him. "Are you listening to me?"

"Um… no," I answered weakly. I hadn't even realized he was talking to me.

"I said," he laughed. "I brought a surprise along with me for you."

"Oh," I probably sounded confused, "ok."

Jasper rolled his eyes at my weak enthusiasm, getting up and walking away, leaving me sitting alone near the two large rocks. I watched him in confusion, wondering what he was up to, when I smelled him- the sharp woodland aroma amongst the barren farm life.

In the next second, I was shakily getting to my feet and sprinting towards my love, my mate, my imprint, Seth. I hadn't realized how much I missed him until he came into view, running at me from Alice's yellow Porsche. When he finally reached me, he pulled me into his arms, lifting me off the ground, and crushing me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him, while my legs circled his waist, not wanting to let go. Once I got over the initial elation of being in his arms, I became aware of him kissing my head, neck, cheeks, and nose.

"Do you know how worried I've been," he breathed. "I didn't know what had happened to you."

I couldn't respond; I couldn't form the words, so I just pulled myself tighter to him, trailing kisses along his neck, up to his chin, and finally stopping at the corner of his mouth. His kisses became less hungry and more gently when he moved to my lips, not showing how worried he was anymore, but how much he cared for me. When my tears began to trail down his cheeks, Seth pulled me close, hugging me to him, my head buried in the crook of his neck.

"Don't ever do that again," he whispered brokenly. "Please promise me you will never do that to me again."

Sniffling, I squeezed myself tighter against him, though it seemed impossible, and quietly apologized into his neck. I'm not sure if he noticed, but I just couldn't bring myself to promise him anything. I wanted too, I desperately wanted too, but I couldn't get the words out.

This is a really short chapter, but that probably just means I will put two chapters up today

Thanks again to all those who are reading this story and is sticking with me as I continue to write!

P.S. I changed the name of the story, lol