The note in my pocket suddenly felt like it weighed 100,000 pounds. "Where is he?" I asked. If they relaxed they all got tense. "He is not here is he?" I asked in disbelief.

Nobody answered, and the smile on Emmett's face was gone.

"When He left me in the forest that night, my life ended." I started to explain, never lifting my eyes from my hands folded on my lap. "Doctors were throwing around words like catatonic. I wouldn't, no wrong word. Couldn't move, I wouldn't eat or drink or talk to anyone. When ever I slept I would have nightmares about him leaving me. It was the same dream every night; 'You...don't...want me?' I asked again and again. What hurt worse than having to live through that again was his answer that was ringing in my ears like a time bomb. 'No.' With each time he repeated that word the hole inside me grew, larger and larger. I would wake up screaming. Every night I would make sure my window was open- so that if he were to come back, then he would know that I am here waiting for him and he is welcome back. My parents thought I would commit suicide, not that I hadn't thought about it; it would be the only possible way to make the pain stop. I couldn't think about him or any of you. It hurt to much." I turned to Alice. "If you were wondering why I was holding my torso, I was trying to hold myself together. With each breath I take it feels like I am being burned deeper and deeper and cut over and over till there is nothing left." I turned back to everyone else and lifted my eyes to each of theirs for a brief second. "Even after you left I still kept your secrect. Even after all of that, people asking me what was wrong. People asking why every time I felt a cold breeze I shuttered. Every time I heard one of your names or heard something that reminded me of you I cried. I still kept your little secrect. 'I just want them to remember someone who they told everything to, someone they all trusted, someone who cared about all of them, the person they left behind.' I would say over and over. My parents were thinking about putting me in a mental institution! I knew that if I told anybody anything about what was really wrong that they would put me in a padded white cell. When I finally started getting better- stopped waking up screaming at night- which was when I started going to your house and... My dad would call and yell 'it is not healthy for me to keep doing this to myself. You need to go to school, you're grades are slipping. You can't ditch every day. He would say.' My grades are slipping wether I go to school or not. I can assure you that he is not in school. I always replied. 'I don't care about him, I care about you.' I care about him, and I always will. I need Edward, he is my reason or everything." I pretty much finished. "I need a minute." I sobbed curling up into a ball.

Alice patted my hair. I could see Carlisle and Esme exchange worried and pained glances between each other.

"Edward left because he thought it would be safer for you if he and all of us left." Esme muttered.

"Why did you listen to him?I thought you loved me?" I asked Carlisle and Esme. "Why would you listen to him when you know that he was wrong?"

"We do love you Bella." Esme said as she came over and gave me a hug. "He thought it would be best, you would be better off. What are we going to do with you?" She asked in a motherly tone.

"I don't know," I admitted in a small voice. "I have been trying my hardest... Hopefully you won't just ship me back to Forks, and forget about me."

"I don't think that is possible, Bella." Alice said with a smile.