AN: Hello there. Remember me? I'm attempting to re-join the fandom! I have this fic to finish, and now that university has ended (or will do very shortly) I thought I'd start writing/updating again. If there isn't a lot of interest, I'll move on to another idea, but I don't generally like to leave things unfinished.
So, to re-cap. Edward turned Bella after her suicide attempt. Here, we pick up where we left off.
Thanks to DreamOfTheEndless and SweetLovinCullen for pre-reading.
I pack a bag, throwing random belongings into it before running back down the stairs. Isabella hasn't moved.
"I thought you changed your mind?" I ask, my anxiety levels beginning to rise. "You don't want to leave anymore?"
Her reply is immediate. "Yes. I want to leave. More than anything." She walks over to the door and picks up a rucksack of hers that I retrieved from her apartment days ago. From packing it myself, I know it contains some of her clothes.
"We need to go. Now," I add with urgency, slinging my bag onto my back.
I make sure nothing has been forgotten, like my wallet. I don't have a cell phone. I've never needed one before. It's not like I wanted to be called by the only person that really knew of my existence, Carlisle.
Isabella picks up her messenger bag. "Here, let me," I say, taking it from her, my fingers brushing against her hand as I do so.
Need to run. Escape. Soon.
I drop the bag and pin Isabella against the wall.
"You can't leave me. Not now. Not ever."