Hey guys. okI am not exactly sure if I like this chapter. Like at all...:( well anyways. Let me know ok? And sorry for the cliffies that have been coming up. I don't actually mean to do it.

I have no part in the magic of Twilight. Or Edward...sad...I know.

Chapter 10

There I stood. He was gone and there was not a damn thing I could do about it. How dare he? How COULD he? Was I nothing to him? This whole time he just used me. How DARE he? The pain started to seep away and anger filled in the cracks. I turned around and went back to my bed. I laid there the rest of the night just thinking of all the different things I could do to get back at him. To make him feel the same way I did right now. But how did I feel right now? Pissed off. Beyond that. But deep down, extremely fragile and hurt. How could someone that I loved so much do such a thing.

Then it hit me. It knocked the wind straight out of my lungs. It didn't matter how much I loved him. It never would. He didn't want me. And neither did Edward. What was wrong with me? How could I ever believe that these beautiful, wonderful men would ever want me? I was nothing but a girl. A very plain girl. I can't believe I let myself believe I was anything to either of them.

Finally after hours of debating with myself and crying I looked out the window and saw the light start to filter through. I decided I needed to get myself washed up. I walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. It was like I was that zombie all over again. I looked away before the sight made me sick. It didn't work. I still felt sick all through my body. I just wanted to curl up on this bathroom floor and die. Maybe then I would get at least a little relief from the pain and memories that were flooding my brain.

Flashes of images where running in back of my eyes. Edward kissing my forehead goodbye, trying to chase him, falling and staying down, Jake, the garage, fixing the bikes, the hood of the rabbit... That was enough. I couldn't see anymore if I wanted to actually live through today. Or any other day for that matter. I had to put it away. Bottle it up. I was good at things like that though right? Who the hell was I kidding? No I'm not. Not even in the slightest. I took a deep breath and decided it was time to shower. At least the warm water felt good.

I turned off the water and started to get out of the shower, after drying off I decided to go get dressed. I was over two hours early, but I knew that sleep would never find me again today.

I opened the door and gasped.

And everything went black.

JPOV

What happened?! What is this? Am I dead? Something is wrong here. Really, really wrong. Why is everything black? Oh..because I had my eyes closed. All of a sudden a voice popped into my head.

"Jacob."

What the hell is this? I'm dead aren't I? Why else would I hear a voice calling me?

"Jacob, you need to relax" The voice said in a stern voice.

Relax?! Are you kidding? What's going on? Then I looked down. Billy was sitting in his chair with a horrified look on his face. What is going on? Am I bleeding? Why does he look so terrified of me?

"JACOB. GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE." The voice was almost violently angry.

Why do I need to get out of the house? I didn't know what was going on, but I listened to the voice. It was almost as if I didn't have a choice. Like the voice was a leader to me or something. That's when I realized something was really wrong. Why did it feel like I was walking on my hands and feet? I took a look down at the floor.

Oh.

BPOV

The blackness was almost like a gift. Like God had finally decided I had been tortured enough and he was going to end the pain now. He was going to take away the hurt and I would just slip away. If only it were so easy. When I opened my eyes again. I wished I was dead. I wished that it would all be over because what I saw would mean that I was insane. That I had truly and officially lost it.

"Edward?" I don't know if he heard me. I couldn't even hear myself. I barely even felt my lips move.

"Are you alright? You hit your head on the way down." He still had that sound of compassion in his voice even though I could tell he was trying to cover it up.

I tried to sit up only to realize he was pushing me back down. It was like the car crash all over again.

"I mean it Bella. You hit your head. Hard."

And then I felt it. Ouch! Holy crap. Maybe that's how he was here! I fell and hit my head and no I'm hallucinating. Makes sense right? No...unfortunately it really doesn't. I just laid there. I couldn't speak or do anything. I just laid there and stared straight into his coal colored eyes.