A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
Your finding things that you didn't know

"It Ends Tonight" by The All-American Rejects

Edward's POV

"-But if youreally think about it , and perhaps stop being sexist, you can see that it is his fault!" I stared blankly at the small pixie shouting at the Blonde, tall, male. Arguing about what has happened to the group recently. Over the dramatic gossip running in every mouth around school. But only four people know the real truth. And at school no one even suspects what is the real reason. No one would even imagine that Edward Cullen is Scum. But, Oh, I am.

"Alice," Jasper said calmly, like always. "Please cant you see that he is suffering too?"

"Good!" She wasn't hesitant to say what's in her Mind. In a way I cant be mad at her. She has every right to judge me that way. I should be suffering. The rest of the group is trying to be sympathetic…well only the guys. Since they could see how we, the male gender, might slip-up occasionally. But deep in their "sympathetic" minds they know they would rather cut off their…parts…before hurting their Girlfriends. I cant imagine what Rosalie would do to Emmett. Or what Alice, even, would do to Jasper. And I don't think they are willing to find out.

"Alice," Jasper sighed frustrated. "Do you think you could at least wish him bad once we are out of his house?"

"Jasper, you swear like I care-"

"Okay. You know what-" Jasper stood from him his seat from the black couch at the far end of my room. "We are leaving. Before Mrs. Cullen comes in here and kicks you out,"

The pixie gave out a humorless laugh. "Please. Esme would probably help me in the torture of her idiot Son," She crossed her slender arms across her chest.

"Alice. Let's go now," Jasper said with more authority. Props for him.

Alice glared. Her hazel eyes throwing daggers at the Love of her Life. Or her High School Boyfriend. It's hard to really say if there is True Love out there. "No," She muttered.

"This isn't your house Alice." Hale said sternly. "We are leaving. I promised I would go home early. Somehow enduring parents night isn't something Rosalie is capable of doing herself anymore," He informed her.

Alice didn't drop her glare. "Why would you show up? It's not like they notice your presence anyway," For the first time, I felt a different emotion run through my body. And that was Surprise.

Apparently, Jasper felt it too. His eyes widen, and his jaw dropped. I pictured my face would look the same way if I even dared to move from my Bed. "Let's go Alice," He whispered, still in sudden shock.

Her eyes soften. "Jazz, Im sorry. It came out! I didn't really-"

"Bye Edward. I hope you feel better. Sorry for interrupting hours of misery. See you at school tomorrow. I except it would be an eventful day," He gave me a courtesy nod, and grabbed his and Alice's stuff off my dark carpet.

"Jasper-" I couldn't finish hearing Alice's apology to Hale, because he pulled her out the room and closed the door abruptly. Knowing Jasper well enough, I know he isn't angry at her. Just very shocked. Alice wouldn't be the type to talk to her man that way. But something is off with her in the past week. She's moody. More than Rosalie, and that's a lot to say.

Your subtleties

They strangle me

I can't explain myself at all.

And all that wants

And all that needs

All I don't want to need at all.

I wonder, like I have been doing every minute since the day I fucked up, if B-…If She would be willing to hear me out. In my head I envision her yelling at me, cursing from the top of her lungs, throwing some good punches, but in the end letting me explain it carefully. Letting me say what really was on my mind. And how much I love her. And How I never meant to hurt her. And in the vision, she'd be all tough looks, but would forgive me. My vision ending with her smooth, plump lips touching mine again. But lets face it. Its just a dream. Because the real….Bella…I know, the girl I fell in love with, would just punch and curse at me. Or Im afraid that She would just pretend like I wasn't there. Like if I never existed. I'd think I would take a punch and even five minutes of tazoring than having her act like what we had was never real.

But I know, Rosalie and Alice never let me forget it, that I shouldn't be hopeful. That once She would return to school nothing would be the same. And that if I even dare to try, they'd go after me. But that's not what is going to stop me the day I see her beautiful Brown eyes again. It's going to be the fact that her mere presence would break through my soul, and I will realize that I have no right to ask for her forgiveness. Although my stubborn side , Is refusing to buy that guilty feeling.

It's been a week since I've seen Her.

A week were I feel like complete shit. I thought, cocky enough, that I would never feel the pain of heartbreak. Especially if I caused it to myself. But then again, I never thought I would fall in Love. But that changed. Obviously. The day I met Her, it was like a new light shone through the shadow of my days. It was a great impact of Life. It was just Her. She caused such change in me. And the apparent anger issues that I had , seemed to be left in the past.

Imagine that. That feeling that became dominate in me. Like the source of my World. So Strong. So vital. So important. Impossible to believe it's true, right? But It was. It is. And all that rushed through my veins in just one look or touch from her. It was pure Love.

The walls start breathing

My minds unweaving

Maybe it's best you leave me alone.

A weight is lifted

On this evening I give the final blow.

But now, I lay here. Completely miserable. My stars stopped shinning. My sun stopped burning. And my Universe is shrinking. The pain is Dominate Now.

I groaned as I heard three swift knocks on my door. They were gentle, not harsh like Alice's was when she came knocking. "Edward?" I heard my Mother's voice.

I breathed. "Come in," I managed to say. With my once strong arms, I lifted myself into a sitting position. As my arms ached, I wonder why I ever stopped going to practice. At least playing a competitive sport gave me some reason to look forward to school.

My White, wooden, door open slowly. "Dear," My Mother said. I saw as the light of the moon glowing from outside my window, made her pale arm glow. She reached for the light switched, and my eyes burned as it illuminated my messy room. "How are you feeling?" She asks me this everyday. Her warm eyes looked at me with sorrow. She probably never felt heart Break in her life. Carlisle may never be here, but they Loved each other intensely. And from what I know, they've been together since they were teenagers. Carlisle always said he knew Esme was the one for Him. And I believe it. Maybe True Love does exist. I bet not even my Father would fuck up when it came to Esme.

"Yes?" I said, my voice raspy. I avoided her question. Like always, for the past seven days and probably for the rest of my existence, my emotion hasn't changed. No matter how many times she asks.

She sighed. "You have another visitor," She informed me.

I rolled my eyes. "I don't want to see anyone," I told her, pushing down my covers with my feet. I was still in my regular clothes. I came home and fell asleep, at least the pain eases somehow that way. Before, the only thing I have ever been thankful was sleep. It's amazing the way we go into unconsciousness and you forget about the world around you when you are awake. It's a way of escaping. Too bad Life isn't that fair with me. I still dream about Her.

"I understand that," She said softly. "Im sorry about Alice," She switched the subject momentarily. "The girl is feisty. I thought she might break in just to get to see you. Thank the Heavens that boy controls her. But I know she is a wonderful girl. I like her. Just a bit impulsive," She tried to smile. Esme has met everyone of the group. And she loves them all. Practically considers them her Children. My mother would have loved to have a big family, but She was only capable of conceiving me. Don't I feel like A miracle.

"It better not be her. Again." I said.

She gave another attempt of a smile. "No. It's not,"

"Well, whoever it is tell them to leave. I don't want to see anyone," I insisted again, with a rough tone.

"Edward," She matched my attitude. "Son, I understand your going through a lot-"

"I don't think you do, Esme,"

She took in a deep breathe. "You have a visitor. " She repeated. "It's raining. And it's cold. Be thankful the boy just wants to see how you are. Now, don't be a bad friend and see him," She scolded me.

"Fine," I caved. I hope it was Mike Newton ready to make fun of my situation. I would love to kick anyone's ass. And from what I hear, Newton has been dying to laugh in my face.

"That's my Boy," She said with such Pride. Like anyone would be happy to have such an asshole as a Son. She stepped out of the room, and into the hallway. I heard heavy steps, coming from the staircase. And I knew those couldn't be my Mother's. The Grizzly was coming.

"Hey there Pretty Boy," He grinned coming into view.

Esme smiled. "You two finish your conversation here. And Emmett, sweetie, before you go come to the Kitchen. I'll give you something to eat,"

Emmett smiled grandly. But there was a sad look in his eyes. "Thank you Mrs. Cullen,"

"Esme, Dear. Call me Esme." She smiled again. My Mother's Joy. A full House. "Oh and give me your jacket. Ill put it in the dryer for you. Next time don't come walking," She said in a parental tone.

"My Baby is in the shop," He shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to my Mother.

"Straight to the Kitchen, Em" My mother repeated to McCarty, and she closed the door behind her.

"I hope she made cookies," He said excitedly.

I grunted. "What?"

"Fuck Cullen," He raised an eyebrow at me. "I walked in a freaken thunder storm just for your ass. Be grateful,"

"You didn't have to come at all," I said through my teeth.

"What can I say? I care," His voice heavy with sarcasm.

"What exactly do you want McCarty?" I tried taking off my Converse without using my hands. Esme would kill me if I dirty the sheets.

"Well I haven't seen you in a couple of days. And when I was about to catch up to you today after school, you drove away hurriedly in the fag car of yours," He smirked. He loved insulting the Volvo.

"Did you need to tell me something?" I asked annoyed.

"Two things actually," He said in a matter-of-fact way.

"Well make it quick," I snapped my fingers at him.

He glared. His eyes, the same color as Alice. Their glares almost the same. "I'll take my time. Just so you can get it. It's not like your going anywhere, right? There's no game to go to. No date to pick up. No girlfriend to call. Oh! Maybe there's a slut you need for a booty call,"

I felt my anger boil. Okay maybe I lied. Besides the pain there was also anger. And lots of it. Not for everyone else, but I could take it out on them. Hunting wouldn't be so bad right now. Maybe I could rip a Grizzly Bear into shreds. " Fuck you McCarty," I growled.

"Down Eddie," He took a step closer to my bed. He looked at me with caution. Warning me with his eyes not to snap up from my bed. If I launch, He launches too.

"Say what you have to say and get out" I hissed.

When darkness turns to light

It ends tonight,

It ends tonight.

Just a little insight will make this right

It's too late to fight

"One: Stop being a fucken Girl!" He yelled at me. Drop's of rain water dropped from his curly hair. "You've been acting worse than Rosalie does when she is on her period! You know how Rosie gets! " He should know. He had the devil for a Girlfriend.

"You don't understand-"

"I do! I've been there before. I know how it is to feel horrible and with so much anger. But Cullen, you have no right! Sure, feel fucked up for being an idiot. Okay! We understand that. Feel bad for loosing the girl you Love! We understand that too! But do not make yourself feel like the victim. Because dude you might be in pain, but clearly you have never been screwed over by the one you Love!"

I gripped my sheets. "I know Im not the victim McCarty! But you guys cant understand the way Im feeling! You could say you understand, but you will never know my pain! I get it, Im a fucken asshole! Rosalie and Alice don't let me forget I! But when you feel like the reason of your life is leaving you, then talk to me!"

Emmett groaned. "There you go again! Being a chick! Snap the fuck out of it! If you feel so bad try to do something about it. Don't just cry like a bitch about it. Actions speak louder than words. "

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. No one will understand. No one does.

He huffed. "I talked to Bella,"

My head jerked up from the mention of her name. I tried to push the nasty feeling forming in my chest. He had news. And they were about my Bella. The pain can wait for later. "What is it? Is she okay? Did she ask about me? Tell me McCarty!" I almost jumped out of my skin.

The trace of his glare faded away. And he looked at me, the same way Esme did. With Pity. "She is not fine. She is as fucked up, or even worse, than you. She looks like shit. Her eyes don't seem to glow. Her skin looks clammy and paler than usual. She doesn't blush. She doesn't laugh. She doesn't even want to talk. All she does is cry,"

I felt a lurching pull. Apparently, the pain couldn't wait. "But she is alive,"

"Barely," He scoffed. "She doesn't want to live, Cullen"

I shook my head furiously. "She is strong. She'll make it through,"

He laughed. I had to give him an incredulous look. Did I look like a fucken comedian? "It's funny," He explained. "How you think that's true. Look at you Cullen. Your breaking. She is broken. Just because she was that strong girl we met, before she fell in love with you, doesn't mean she still is. The after Bella, the one you broke, can barely keep the tears in."

"Did she ask about me?" I dug my nails into the sheets.

"No," He said. "But I told her about you. "

"What did you say?" I whispered. The imagine of Bella, the Bella Emmett described, kept popping into my head. And I my self loathing grew more. My imagination might not even come close to what she really looks like. And if Emmett looked scared as he described her to me, then it must be really bad.

"That you were as bad as her," He leaned his muscular back against my bedroom wall. "That you didn't talk to anyone. That you just sat there. In a zombie-sate."

"And what did she say to that?"

"Honestly?" He asked me, his voice gaining some sympathy.

"Yeah…" I muttered.

"She didn't care," He said instantly.

"Oh," Well there goes my hopes. Was I expecting too much to think she actually cared? "Do you think She'll ever….?" I looked up to him. Removing my eyes from the sheets.

"No," He shook his head lightly. "Edward, man. -" He sighed. "Just…concentrate on stop acting like a little girl. Man-Up. Be the macho-man your daddy raised you to be. So your hurting, fix yourself up first then try and work things out. Your pain is going to be there for a long time dude, but you cant let it run your life,"

Blah Blah Blah. "What did she tell you about me?" I could sense him keeping something from me.

"Nothing-"

"Emmett," A growl formed in my chest. He knew. "Im manning-up. Tell me," I ordered him.

He scratched his ear. "I don't know Dude…"

"Emmett," I repeated again.

"Does it smell like cookies, to you?" He sniffed the air loudly. "Your mom is a badass cook. I love her cooking," He rubbed his stomach.

"Emmett!" I hissed.

"Fine. But however this makes you feel, know you brought it on yourself."

"Got it,"

"She….wont forgive you man. Not now, not in a while. Not ever. She told me….she Hates you, Cullen. She doesn't want anything to do with you."

"She cant hate me," I said automatically. "She loves me,"

"D-e-n-i-a-l" He said.

"She does love me. She doesn't hate me, McCarty. I know Bella. "

"No," He interrupted me. "You knew the old Bella. The new Bella is filled with hate. Towards you. Or anyone who has a penis, really," He shrugged.

"She cant hate me…." I mumbled. I shook my head rapidly, again. There is no way. Okay she cant forgive me. But in her heart she loves me. I know she does. I know I caused her pain. I know she is hurting. I know all this. Im experiencing it first hand. But I love her. And that love that I have beating in my heart so deeply is the same love than beats in hers. It's the same. Its indestructible. It's strong. It's meant to last forever. ……..Right?

"You really didn't think she was going to forgive you, right?" Emmett asked. I didn't reply. I was formulating a plan to prove to Emmett she Loved me. "I better go," He tore his back away from the wall. "James's brother gets pissed off If I come home too late. He mutters something about his Apartment not being a Hotel. And If I don't get there in time, James turns our room into a Whore-House,"

"Why don't you just go home Emmett. Your house?" I briefly ripped away from the ticking pain in my chest.

"Im living with James," He said simply. I gave him a confused look. "My parents threw me out," He sighed.

Fuck. "Emmett. You can just stay here. Esme would love to have you here. It's raining. It's dark. She wont let you leave if she knows your not going home. "

"She doesn't have to find out, then" He gave me a menacing look. "Look Cullen, not all of us have Parents who care so much about Us. Feel like your daddy doesn't care, but at least Mom's always there for you. As for me, I got two neglecting assholes as parents. I've been living with my friend and his brother for two weeks. Life's a bitch. I understand pain. But I still have my balls," He was practically throwing out venom with his words. His voice was irritated. And infuriated.

I nodded. "Well…Im not that great in Spanish like yourself but…" I tried giving him a smile. His right. I cant feel like I have it worse off. Emmett has problems too. Everyone does. And just because my reason for everything despises me, shouldn't bring me down. Oh if only he could read my sarcastic thoughts. Ill just save my self-pity after he leaves. "Mi casa es tu casa,"

"Whatever," He rolled his eyes. "Stay strong Cullen." He flipped me off, gave me a grin, and stomped out the door. I heard his loud steps walk down the stairs. And I could hear small voices outside. My mother was going to feed Him. And give him his jacket.

"Bella," I mumbled to myself. I lay myself back against the mattress. Trying to contain the anger inside of me is easier than I thought. Emmett was lucky I didn't kill him. I'd even say my own Mother has luck.

Man-up Cullen. Emmett's words ringed in my head, as I closed my eyes. "Man-Up". Like if it were that simple. Putting up a strong-front cant and wont do anything to help me. Not with an empty body. Not with dark days. I cant fake happiness. Because true Nirvana is at Bella's side. With my world. With my Heart and Soul. With My Bella. That's were I belong.

My eye-lids grow heavy. And unconsciousness started gracing me again. I flipped onto my side. Staring at the open window that evades my farthest wall. I notice the cups left behind by Alice and Jasper still on the black couch. But, I look past it. Esme will be cleaning my room and by the time I get back from school, to begin my hibernation, this place would be spotless.

My tired emerald eyes, look out through the open night. I see the droplets of rain fall heavily from the dark sky. And thunder breaks through the cold wind somewhere far away. Giving the , almost navy blue, sky a purple tint. Through the rough winds of the storm, leafs' make a crumbling sound against the air. The moon shines a bright pale white. Glazing against my window.

As I fall easily to sleep again, I know that when Im fully unaware of everything around me, my thoughts will think of Her. I will dream of her Again. . And as My eyes close, I loose all my hope. Because it really is over. It all ended.

All these thoughts locked inside Now you're the first to know

When darkness turns to light

It ends tonight

*Breathes* There you go! The longest chapter ever! Lol xD I did it really quick so i hope you guys

arent dissapointed. Edward feels awful, as we could tell. Emmett tried to help in his own way. A litto inside look in Emmett's mind, He has taken int upon himself to help the two broken-people. Aw, isnt he nice?

More drama to come. Next Chapter, Rosalie's POV! :D