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Hello....

It's been a while, I know. But I do have my reasons. 1. It's been Christmas time, and I have had serious Christmas nostalgia. If I did write, I probably would be writing about the story of baby Jesus and the three wise men.

2. Something went wrong with my Microsoft Word. Not sure what. But it's miraculously disappeared.

3. I started writing and I closed it without saving it. Entirely on me, yes I know I'm an idiot.

Anyways, I hope you've been having a happy holidays, and on with the chapter! It's longer, and I'm kind of proud of myself.

Finding Bella

Chapter 10 – How to walk in Heels

Pretending that I was more human was better. She would talk to me like this, I would understand that she wouldn't want to see any more vampires.

I sigh as I watch Bella disappear beyond the horizon.

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Back to Bella's POV (picks up from last chapter.)

I remember back to the time I was in the ballet studio, staring into the cold eyes of the hunter. I would give anything to be back there. I would give anything to feel the bite, and the burning. I would welcome it entirely.

Just like I am welcoming the burning now.

It will be over quickly, Bella, and then there will be darkness, total darkness. You wouldn't have the feel a thing, nothing will hurt you anymore. Edward's actions wouldn't hurt you anymore.

I would imagine the vampires blood red eyes would opening widely, and glisten as it smells my sweet blood; it would be focused on the hunt.

I breathed in and out, all the while establishing that it would be one of my final breaths. I savoured the taste of the air, and the smell, I used all my senses but I didn't open my eyes.

I was too afraid to look at it.

Why too afraid Bella? Don't you love vampires? Don't you want someone like Edward to be the last thing you see?

Yes, I answer myself.

So I opened my eyes, and stared expectantly at hunter. Her eyes were locked open, and stared at my neck, she breathed in, no doubt savouring my scent. I wrinkled my nose, she is truly a sick creature.

I close my eyes once again. I expected the coldness to wash over me any second now.

Why did she take so long? I wish she would have just killed me, then there would be darkness, and i wouldn't hurt anymore.

And that's when I was exposed.

The pressure of the vampires hands elevate from my arms. As another vampire tackles the hunter from behind, and pins her against a tree.

The good vampire has long blonde hair, it cascaded down her back.

"Susan... We-" The vampire with blonde hair said. That voice was so familiar.

"Let me go! She's getting away! My hunt, blood smells so good!" The hunter interrupted.

I tried to roll my eyes, as it seems I have the effect on vampires, but I couldn't, I was completely still. I wasn't able to move my eyes away from the two female vampires.

I snapped back to reality as a sharp pain shot through my hand, it was not bitten, it was broken. I immediately cradled it with my other arm, and tried to get away. My head was turned away from the two vampires who were both fighting for control, the blonde one was clearly winning.

I couldn't get on my feet without the support of my hands, so I crawled. I heard the blonde vampire's neck whip around to stare at the back of my head. I didn't look back, too afraid at what I was too see.

"I'm not going to kill you, just don't come back." I heard her say. But the blonde vampire's hands never moved from the hunter's neck. "This will do." She said, and I heard a dozen cracks and rips. My curiosity got the best of me and I turned to look at the vampires.

The blonde hair floated as she tossed the body pieces through the trees, as far as the eye can see. When she was done, she breathed out and wiped her hands on the floor below her.

She turned her head towards me, she could see my cowering on the ground.

This is when I saw that the good, blonde vampire that saved me from death was.

Rosalie.

She recognised me too, but the wrong me.

"Bella...?" She said with wide eyes.

With all the strength and balance I could muster up I stood up, and ran towards the building the vampire called Susan dragged me from. I stumbled a few times, then changed my direction and took a rapid turn, I ran behind all the buildings and beyond a horizon that I knew Rosalie could see.

Rosalie didn't follow me like I thought she would, for that I was thankful.

Then I remembered the sharp pain that's coming from my arm. It's definitely broken; I knew this because I've had my fair share of broken hands.

I knew I needed to get to a hospital. So I ran to a main road, my hair flustered. I knew it's not safe for a young woman like myself to be out on the streets so late at night like it is, but I didn't care.

I called a taxi, the first one pulled up in front of me. I got in the back seat and told him to take me to the nearest hospital. I was still clutching my hand, and it hurt like hell, tears started to sting my eyes, for more than one reason.

It was here in the taxi that I let it all out.

I cried for everything that's happened in my short life, I may have as well lived a thousand.

I accepted my fate in that worn down yellow taxi; I must have looked a state with my dirty clothes, messed up hair, teary eyes, and me cradling my broken hand.

I cried for Edward Cullen. I missed him, I missed his family, I missed my father, and I missed forks. That year I had was the best year of my life, and I'm willing to bet that it's my best year ever.

And I can live for that.

Thankfully the taxi driver didn't ask me anything, or he didn't try to strike up a conversation. He sat quietly.

I snapped my head to the side and thought. My eyes were now bright. I have never been one to back down.

So I won't.

And just because I miss Edward Cullen doesn't mean I'm not mad at him.

Because I am. The thought I had the other night when I'm become a new person came rushing back to me. I won't let that die, even though it's a lie.

I then had a sudden urge to make him feel the way he made me feel. The Bailey facade is over, it was tacky and weak, and all that time I was just hiding from myself.

I am going to write a new song, it will be a new style and I'll have a new attitude. I have two days to create a new me.

My name will be Bella Swan, and she doesn't give a damn.

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"Black please." I smiled sweetly at Dr. Craig who is doing the plaster on my hand. I've always wanted to get black plaster, but I thought it was too dark, but now, black plaster seems perfect for the image I'm creating.

"As you wish." Dr. Craig said. "So, how did you end up with a nasty brake like this?"

"Well, you see Doc. I was dragged out of a club I was at by a blood sucking Vampire, she was about to drink me when she was knocked out of the way by another vampire, she broke my hand in the process by her super human strength." I say.

He just laughed, "Oh I've heard that one before, but really, how?"

"I fell. I really prefer the alternative reason." I lie.

"I'm sure you do Miss Swan." Dr. Craig said.

After he finished the plastering work on my left hand, he said I was good to go. I wasn't allowed to move my hand, of carry weight with it. I was just glad that I am right handed.

I focused my eyes on the heaving black material I'm now sporting on my hand as I walk out the hospital the next day. I asked if I could stay overnight, they said yes, thankfully.

I cleaned myself up a bit as well.

I got home after an hour of walking and taxi rides, I looked for the keys to the place I'm staying, and thank god, they were still there. I breathed out in relief.

"I'm home!" I yell out, drawing out the word 'home'.

Olivia came out in her everyday clothes. "Bailey..." She said.

"My real names Bella, I'd prefer it if you called me that." I say.

"Okay then. Where were you last night?"

"I was out, when I fell over." I faked a laugh as I held up my black cast.

She giggled, "Oh okay." She was quiet for a second before she asked, "Why black? It's not like you."

"I'm changing; I'm looking for a change. You know, you get over people."

"Right, you're getting over him."

"Yeah, I am. Finally."

"Just a question... Bella, what are you going to write your songs about now, now that your over him."

I just smiled and said, "It's called anger, I want to make him feel the way he made me feel. I want him to know that I'm over him for good." I turned to Olivia, "You know, we should go public, I want him to know us, I want people to know us know. It's what you wanted isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it is, it's what we all wanted originally, I will go talk to Gabriel and Carl. Talk to you later, Bella." Olivia said.

I sighed out in relief, I was thankful she didn't ask why I changed my name.

"I'm going out shopping Olivia, okay?."

I waited her to mumble a reply, before I had a shower, changed my clothes, grabbed my wallet and ran out the door. I got into my car and went to the nearest shopping centre.

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When I walked in through the front doors to the jumbo sized shopping centre, I almost cowered back to my car.

Almost.

I hate shopping, but this is a necessity. I desperately need a new image. I should spice Bella up a bit, make her stylish and different. Alice would be very proud of me. I laughed.

I walked though the wide paths, and I stopped when I had a fair view of some of the shops. Where should I start? I looked at a sports store with tracksuit pants and joggers. No, that's not the image I want to portay. I don't like looking like sports star, especially as I can't play sport for crap.

The next store was pink, a whole lot of pink. Pink carpet, pink walls, pink clothes... Definitely not.

I skipped a few stores, and my eyes rested on a window that had two mannequins on the other side. They were both wearing leather jackets, skinning jeans with studded belts. I looked lower down at the shoes. Heels, commonly known as death traps.

Under normal circumstances I would have backed away slowly, but this is not normal circumstances so I walked into the shop.

I looked around for three minutes when a girl about my age asked me if I needed any help.

"Yeah, I'm looking for what that mannequin is wearing, the shoes, jacket and the jeans."

"Sure, there over here, follow me." She said, I followed her. "We have a sale, 20% of everything on this rack, I'll leave you too it."

I thanked her as she walked away.

I picked out a few sizes on each of the clothes, and I chose a red tank top to go with it. I went to try it on.

After I put the outfit on I stared at myself in the mirror. Wow, was all I could think. I sure looked like i didn't give a damn, and I'm sure I would never say this about myself, but I looked hot. I looked at the heels, and slipped them on, from the second I stepped into them, I couldn't keep me balance. I had to hold each side of the cubicle. They looked good though.

I slowly lowered my hands after I got my balance and I turned around. I loved the jacket, it stopped just on top of my jeans, and it was fitted to perfection.

I took it all off and put on my old clothes. I walked to the counter with an arm full of clothes.

"I'll take all of this." I said to the sales woman.

"Okay."

She began to swipe the barcodes of each item, then she put them into two separate bags. She named the price, then I handed her my credit card.

"Have a nice day." She said, as I walked out the shop.

"You too." I said.

One shop and I'm already tired. I've done enough for today. I'll have to come back tomorrow though.

My day won't be completely wasted, I have to learn to walk in these heels. I glance at the bag that contains the shoes. I scowl inwardly.

I walked out the centre with my two bags and I breathed a sigh of relief when I got to my car. I got through it, and it wasn't that bad.

I took my time getting home, stopping when I really didn't need to stop at the traffic lights, or at pedestrian crossings. I did this because I wanted to spend at least time as possible learning how to walk in heels.

I look my keys out of my pocket for the second time today and opened the front door. No one was home, and I believed that to be a very, very good thing. I don't need anyone to be laughing at me while I fail this exercise.

I sit at the computer chair and turn on the computer. I wait three minutes until it is completely on, and not loading anything. I open up the internet, and type in Google in the URL.

How to walk in heels, I typed, when Google opened.

I clicked on the first link. It looked promising. It said: Find your gravity centre, and always put the pressure on the ball of you foot. Grip with your toes.

Okay then, I will try that. I got the shoe box and put the shoes on, I stood up, and found my centre of gravity, surprisingly, I didn't fall over. I took a step and put the pressure on the ball on my foot, not the heel. I griped the shoe with my toes, still holding on to the ledge, and I walked.

Amazingly I didn't fall. That's not saying that I was walking fluidly, because I wasn't. I took my hand of the ledge and continued to walk.

I swayed and rocked side to side, but I didn't fall.

I was immensely proud of myself, so I continued to walk around and around in circles, until it got more fluid. After a while I got used to walking, so I tacked the stairs, careful not the whack my plaster on the railing. One step at a time, I walked to the kitchen, I made it.

I was so happy with myself, I even did a happy dance.

Of course, I stumbled and nearly landed on my left hand, but I caught myself.

I took off the heels and decided that this was enough for today.

Finally, I'm so happy that I finished this after numerous times of accidently deleting it, and the computer shutting down. PLEASE REVIEW.