AN, thanks again for all your amazing and loving reviews. They make my day!

Oh and Bella printed off her novel to give to Eddo, you'll see why (;

EPOV

Pain. Inside as well as out. It was excruciating pain; my whole body was engulfed in it. Every muscle in my being was aching, especially my heart.

How could she say such a thing about me? She said she loved me and then said that she would never degrade herself into dating me! I loved her so much and she lied to me. Was I really that gullible? Or was she just a great liar?

These internal battles had been going inside of my mind all day, all week actually.

The nurses would come in and ask how I was doing, I replied with what they wanted to hear; that I was fine.

The casts that they had put me in were itchy and uncomfortable. They were signed by my family and friends all saying that they loved me and to get well soon.

I thought back to my last encounter with Bella. I had told her to leave; I wanted to get it over with quick, like ripping off a bandage. I know I had overreacted but it was easier to push her out of my life like that. We didn't belong to each other, we weren't right together. It was evident since the moment I laid eyes on her when we collided. Why fight fate, right?

She left a very large stack of papers, her novel. She asked me to read it, begging me with those deep, chocolate orbs. How couldn't I?

I picked it up off my bedside table.

I remember her telling me about the assignment and telling me it was about a forbidden love, and that she based it on a story from her life. Hmm?

This thing was thick, it was probably a good thing I was a speedy reader or this could take me awhile.

I sat it in my lap, daring myself to open the first page. Sooner or later I would have to.

I started reading. I sat with stiff, hospital pillows surrounding me, curled up in thin, white blankets reading for an unaccounted for amount of time. I stopped on page 346.

Her writing was amazing, each word and each sentence was eloquently and perfectly written and endearing. It reminded me of how much I truly loved her. Pain.

Her story was about Princess Ella who hated attention and basically being a princess. She hated the way the royal family and friends treated people who they considered to be lesser than they. Inside she was different than every single one of them.

Ella's father, Charles, hires a stable boy to teach her to ride her horse properly. The stable boy was dirty and poor. No one else saw the true beauty inside of him except for her.

After every lesson, the stable boy, Edmund, took her to a beautiful meadow to talk. They were exactly the same, they agreed on almost everything and the things they didn't agree on they decided to agree to disagree. Every time they talked she fell even more in love with him. She saw the amazing person on the inside and not the scruffy boy on the out.

On day Edmund came for the riding lesson. The dirt had been washed away from his face and he had on his best clothes used for worship.

And that is where I stopped. It was two a.m.

I missed her like a smoker missed a cigarette when he had gone cold turkey. She was my drug; my addiction- like my own personal brand of heroine.

I would give anything to have her in my arms at this time.

A little voice in the back of my mind said, remember what she said about you? She doesn't truly want you.

Wow, harsh fucking little voice.

I feel asleep, finally numbed from my pain.

The next morning when I awoke my parents were here.

"Edward! My poor baby! How are you?"

"Mom you were here two days ago, I'm fine. Really. I'm ready to come home!"

"Well then you're lucky we're here to spring you from this place."

Thank goodness!

"Mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"Can I come home for a week or two?"

"That's perfectly fine with me. I'll call the principal and have him send all of your homework home."

"Thanks mom."

She left the room and left Carlisle with me. "What's bothering you son?"

"It's nothing, my injuries just hurt, that's all."

"No, the pain in your eyes is more than just physical pain. But I won't push you into telling me, come to me when you're ready." Damn perceptive father.

"I haven't a clue of what you're talking about."

'Edward, when are you going to learn to stop being so stubborn?" He headed for the door, "I'll get a nurse to help you get ready for your departure."

"Kay thanks."

After the necessary paperwork was filled out, my clothes were returned and I was placed in a walking cast, I left. I couldn't wait to get out of that hellhole.

When we pulled into the driveway I saw an unfamiliar car. A silver Volvo!

It was brand new, and gorgeous! "Please tell me that is for me!"

"Well yes of course it is, yours got totaled in the wreck and you needed a new one." My father stated that as if it was obvious.

I hugged my parents with my good arm tightly. "Thank you so much!"

It was lunchtime. I was served homemade chicken noodle soup and a peanut butter sandwich to dip it in. (I just had that, it was delicious!)

I still missed her; I missed her with every single fiber of my being. Her hair, her eyes, her body, her lips, her voice, her strawberry scented smell, her laugh, her personality, her smile, even the crinkle between her eyebrows that formed when she was mad or confused.

Throughout the next four days at home I was a lifeless being. I was just going through the motions.

I think my mom was finally fed up with my depressed state, "Talk to me Edward."

"About what?"

"Oh don't give me that, I know there's something wrong now please talk to me so I can understand!"

I told her everything from the moment I laid eyes on her up to the last time I spoke to her.

"She loves you Edward, I know she does. And she most likely didn't mean any of those things. Give her a chance. Love is like a war; there are battles on the way to victory. Don't throw in the white flag now." She walked out of my room with a reassuring smile.

I picked up her novel and started reading it again.

Two and a half hours later I was finished. My epiphany stuck me right there.

I picked up my cell phone and called a good friend of my father's.

BPOV

Misery. Agony. Affliction. Torment. Anguish.

We were doing a study of emotion writing in Creative Writing and Mr. Cook told us to write done five of the emotions that we were feeling right now. I wrote mine down, Mr. Cook told us to pass the papers up. For what reason? I have no clue; I mean who wants to deal with hormonal teenagers' emotions anyway?

For the rest of the period I wrote a short story about a little boy who tortures little animals, ya know? The furry, adorable ones that even the Grinch loves. Well in my story a little boy named Fred goes on a wild fluffy animal rampage with a chainsaw. It doesn't end well.

I handed in my story with ten minutes left.

The bell rang and Mr. Cook called me up to his desk. "Bella, excuse my language but, what the hell was this?" He threw my animal death story on his desk with disgust.

I was shocked that he would approach me in such a straightforward way, "Uh, ehrm. I don't know it was the first thing that came to mind." I fidgeted while he came up with something to say.

"Bella, you turned in a 500 plus page novel that could get million dollar contracts to publish it! And now you turn in this piece of… poppycock! What's wrong? You can talk to me, I've been through it all." He noticed my hesitation. "May I guess?"

"If you wish."

"You wrote your novel about a boyfriend, correct?" I nodded, he continued, "My guess is that you are in love with this boy, and something happened between the two of you and you are depressed and it's affecting you and everything around and about you, including your writing. I'm correct again?"

"Yes. I don't know what I'm going to do I love him! And now he can't stand me and I'm clueless lately I've been feeling so off. So wrong. I can't do anything right, my creativity has gone down the drain, but you've already figured that out."

"Tell Edward how you feel. Use the pain and anguish that you're feeling to fuel you're creativity. Try writing an angsty story or novel."

"How did you know it was him?"

"The name you used, Edmund. And I heard the announcement, it was your voice, but not your heart talking."

"Thanks Mr. Cook. I'll try my best."

"And Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"Fight for love, I had to." He grinned and held up his left hand to show me his silver, diamond-studded wedding band.

As I went through the rest of my depressing day I thought about what he said, I mean, the part about fighting for love.

I knew that he loved me at some point. He couldn't say it with the certainty that he did and not mean it. I wish he would realize that about me too. But he was blinded by the lies, the fake Bella.

Guys are beyond confusing!

Lunch! Finally lunch.

I sauntered over to my table with all of my friends. Things weren't awkward like I had been planning on them being after the accident. It was normal the conversation was normal. No one brought up Edward and I was glad I suppose. I sat down and looked at Emmett. He had a black eye.

"Emmett what happened!?"

"Uhm well yesterday I… uhm.. I walked into a … uh… door! Yeah! I walked into my dorm room door." Ha, yeah… right.

"Bullshit, what really happened?"

"Yeah babe, tell them." Was Rose mad?

"Fine! Everyone stop pressuring me! Last night I had to pee really bad and the other bathroom was in use. I went into the other one even though the shower was running. I thought it was Jazz. It wasn't." SIGHHH, "Anyways, so I walked in there and it was Rose in the shower. She got mad and sorta punched me. And dayyyyum it hurt." His face went cherry red.

We all stared at him in shock for a moment and then bust into laughter! Rose chuckled with a satisfied grin on her face. It felt nice to laugh for the first time in a bout one week.

"Okay guys, but the really funny thing is Lauren's nose!" Alice looked like she was on the verge of busting.

"It's so crooked!" Rose added.

"Like Albus Dumbledore's!" We looked at Emmett in confusion. "What? I liked to read, Edward got me hooked on Harry Potter in like 7th grade."

"Emmett, I'm so proud that you could comprehend those big words." I hope he caught my sarcasm.

Nope, of course not. "Thanks Bells!"

Weekend! It was finally the amazing weekend. I could sleep in and hang out with my friends.

I skipped to the kitchen to get myself a bowl of apple-cinnamon oatmeal. "Someone's happy!" I jumped.

"Serenade, morning. You scared me!"

"Sorry doll face, do you mind fixing me up a bowl of that?"

"Not a problem." I started to fix her some.

"So how are you doing?" I could tell by the way that she was carefully saying her words that she meant how I was doing without Edward.

"Um. Better I guess, I try not to think about it. Everyday at lunch I try to ask about him but my lips feel like they're stitched together and I freeze up. I just push it out of my mind."

"Bella, you're going to have to face him sooner or later." I handed her her oatmeal.

"I know, but you know how big of a procrastinator I am. Haha."

"Good morning lovelies!" Why is Alice so perking when she wakes up, I should get her a therapist.

"Mornin' Ali!"

"Bella, uhm, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Edward's coming back today…" By her tone I could tell that she was mentally protesting on how to tell me but then decided to just spit it out.

"What time?" I was panicking.

"3 or so…"

"3 or so what!?"

"Minutes.." She added shyly.

Blackness.

3 hours after my 'episode' I was overwhelmed with my friends motherly-ness. With their constant check-ups and 'How are you feeling's, quite frankly it was annoying. Oh well, at least they cared about me.

I grabbed my jacket and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. It was. I sprinted towards the door and headed for the beach.

The beach was so relaxing and gorgeous when the sun was setting. I almost always go out to this one spot that's usually deserted because it's known as a nesting ground for seagulls. But at this time, they are gone doing whatever it is that seagulls.

As I was approaching I saw someone sitting on the bench that I usually sit on.

The person had their arm in a sling and a cast on his arm.

At this point I was close enough to see the abnormal bronze hair. There were bruises under his eyes that were yellowing.

"Edward." I whispered

He glanced over at me and I stared in shock, he got up and walked towards me.

AN I am probably the meanest writer haha I know! Thanks to Finchy94's Dumbledore nose thing! Please review and add this to your alerts list!

I love you guys even though I leave cliffies at the end of almost every chapter,

----Devyn (: