Hey! Here's your next chapter, sorry it's short. I've just got a new laptop though so chapters should become much less rare and inconsistent. I'm going to try and figure out a day and time that I can update on every week, to save everyone from confusion.

Reviews: Great ideas from minjor85, thank you very much. Almost every comment asks for another Volturi letter, which I will hopefully fit in I just need to figure out when and how.

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Since my last chapter I've had a lot of time to think about this story and I think I know where the plot is going to go. I really hope you like this chapter: the start of a new plot.

Dear Vol,

It's been awhile. Too long, maybe. I want to tell you that my life has just kept on getting better and better since the last letter, and I've really started to appreciate life. But why lie? Especially when you can so easily send your personal assigns to kill me.

Alec is standing over me, reading every word I write; some may consider this as rude and an invasion of my privacy. For me, it's not. I don't have any secrets and he's been here all along as the situation I will tell you about in my letter, developed.

The story of the last two weeks is a long one, therefore, I will write it in parts.

Part One: Thunder

It was cold. I was alone. Stood awkwardly at the traffic lights, waiting patiently for the green man to jump to life, trying not to draw any attention to myself. The rain was heavily beating down on me, making my once waterproof coat nothing proof. The calling was distant, a blur in the downpour, "Bella! Bella!" I knew who it was immediately: Jake. Did I really want to talk to him? Maybe I could thank him for the rock through my window and give him the bill-I told Charlie it was a prank from some stupid school kids drunk on vodka, of course being a cop meant he had an unquenchable urge to find the culprits but seen as they didn't exist, his private investigation hit a dead end quite rapidly.

I guess in my absence from the world, I'd begun walking across the busy road. This probably wasn't the best idea, rush hour is still dangerous even in such a low populated town.

I've been told getting hit by a car hurts. A lot. However this didn't, then again I wasn't really there. I was in my own world, thinking about vampires and werewolves and myself; where do I fit in? I'm not saying I didn't feel anything, because I did, and because of that pain I do not recommend getting hit by a car (not that you would, or that it would even effect you).

I woke about four hours later, looking like a tied up tortoise; my body wrapped in tubes and my head hidden under the cheap, hospital blanket, my fingers twitching at my side. "Isabella, I'm very disappointed in you. I've taught you road safety repeatedly all your life. It's common sense to look both ways before you cross! Christ, I thought you were dead." That was Charlie's 'I'm glad your alive, but I hope you got taught a lesson' speech, which would have really offended me, if it hadn't been for the tears. Five, to be exact. All crawling down his face, smiling from being confined in his eyes since the divorce. I wanted to mumble, "you don't need to ground me, the blood tests sticking out my veins are punishment enough!" however, I couldn't move my lips. Locked in my body, I did the only thing I could, sleep.

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