Edward POV

"Are you alright Edward?" Esme asked.

"Umm. Yes." I lied.

"Okay." She said looking down. She knew I was lying but didn't press and for that I was thankful. I ran up to my room and sat at my computer.

EClassics: You there Marie?

OnTheEdge: Kind of.

EClassics: I am not even going ask.

OnTheEdge: Okay.

EClassics: How do you do it?

OnTheEdge: Do what?

EClassics: Not be curious at all? I mean you wouldn't mind if I logged off. But vice versa. I would. Mind if you logged off on me.

She didn't answer. I was about to type another message when her reply came.

OnTheEdge: I dunno.

I decided against pressing on the matter.

EClassics: How was your day?

OnTheEdge: Good actually. I spent the day with my best friend. How was yours?

EClassics: I did something horrible Marie and I feel sick of myself.

OnTheEdge: What is it Anthony?

EClassics: What if I told you I am a bully too?

OnTheEdge: I would say that if you ever hurt me, I don't care. I would still like to be your friend.

Either she was a saint or she had zero sense of self preservation.

EClassics: You are too forgiving.

OnTheEdge: I know. I'm the best.

I wanted to protest but another message came quickly.

OnTheEdge: Enough about me. What happened Anthony?

I decided to use a Marie tagline.

EClassics: Nothing of consequence.

OnTheEdge: At least I am an original.

I chuckled at her reply.

OnTheEdge: It's alright if you don't want to talk about it. I wouldn't expect you to.

EClassics: I didn't mean to but I think I went too far with the person I bully yesterday.

OnTheEdge: Is this person hurt?

EClassics: Yes. This person is very nice too. This person never did anything to me. And yet... I don't know what to do with me Marie.

OnTheEdge: Do you want this person to forgive you? Or do you want this matter to slide?

EClassics: It can't just slide Marie.

OnTheEdge: When you're on the receiving end Anthony, it slides away like air. Because then you'll just have to pretend it never happened. That way, it hurts a lot less.

EClassics: I DON'T WANT IT TO SLIDE!

OnTheEdge: You should just be with this person. Considering he's a guy, don't push him. Try to make it up to him. Slowly. And apologize continuously and don't act annoyed. Forgiveness doesn't come easily to most people.

EClassics: It came to you.

OnTheEdge: Like I said. I am not 'most' people.

Yes. She had said that. She is good at arguments.

EClassics: Damn! You are good at arguments.

OnTheEdge: Damn! I am good at knowing when a guy tries to steer away the conversation in another direction.

EClassics: You are.

OnTheEdge: See. The guy is doing it again.

EClassics: Okay. Okay. I'll follow your advice.

OnTheEdge: If this person says that you're forgiven Anthony, don't press the matter. Just say thank you and go away. Come back tomorrow and be this person's friend.

EClassics: Thanks for the advice.

OnTheEdge: Anytime.

EClassics: How's your bully?

I waited for her reply.

OnTheEdge: I don't know. I am taking a break from school.

EClassics: Why?

OnTheEdge: Let's just say that he went slightly out of line.

EClassics: I'm sorry. Are you hurt?

OnTheEdge: Nothing good old Marie can't handle.

EClassics: I've no doubts.

OnTheEdge: Wait.

EClassics: Yes?

OnTheEdge: You did get me curious you know?

EClassics: I did?

OnTheEdge: I do wonder who you are Anthony. For I've never opened up to anybody but my one friend.

EClassics: Is that so?

OnTheEdge: But we both don't want to tell each other who we are.

EClassics: I never said I won't tell you who I am.

OnTheEdge: You didn't but you don't want to.

She was right. I waited for her to continue.

OnTheEdge: You're a bully Anthony. Not in my eyes but you are a bully under your own. And perhaps that's true. I know that you will tell me who you are when time favors you. Me on the other hand. I am a nobody. A small stone tossed aside on the road.

EClassics: You're not.

OnTheEdge: I can say the same about you Anthony.

OnTheEdge: But reality is just as cruel as fate. We are in our own places ashamed of who we are. We are afraid to be who we are. And because of that we're nothing.

She was right. Again.

EClassics: I regret my decisions. I do.

OnTheEdge: I do too. I regret falling for him. Because at the back of my mind, the knowledge that he would never feel anything for me hurts. And it hurts like hell.

EClassics: Don't give up. The guy is an asshole. That's what he is.

OnTheEdge: I'm afraid Anthony. Afraid that I'll never belong in what people call world. I want to be carefree. Happy and free. But I feel trapped. My past haunts me still. I still have panic attacks. Who would wahjgjkg,kh hfrgctrikjnvghtrkjhglo;lo

What? The last part seems butt-typed.

EClassics: You there?

EClassics: Marie?

I waited for her reply. None came. I waited still. Ten minutes had passed by. No reply. Somebody knocked my door. I quickly logged off and shut my computer down.

"Come in!" I called. Esme came in with a small smile.

"Dinner's ready." She said.

"Yeah." I sighed. "I'll be down in a minute Mom." I smiled.

"One more thing." Esme said with concern.

"What is it Mom?" I asked politely.

"Did something happen at school today? Alice looks unhappy." Esme asked concerned.

"I don't want to talk about Mom." I murmured looking down. Esme didn't want to leave the room when she knew that I was hurting but being someone who respected my own space she nodded in understanding and left the room. I hated hurting her but I couldn't help it. I sighed in self-pity and quickly changed my t-shirt. Carlisle and Esme's eyes greeted me while Alice just looked down eating her food when I sat at the table. Carlisle, like Esme noticed Alice's sadness but chose not to question her.

"So. How was school?" Esme asked sincerely.

"It was good." I said vaguely, knowing Alice wouldn't answer.

"How was hospital?" Esme asked.

"Not good." Carlisle said sadly. I looked up. Carlisle was in a sore mood. His phone rang all of a sudden.

"Carlisle." Esme scolded. Carlisle pulled out his phone. "It's Charlie." He said looking at the screen with a frown.

"Pick it up." Esme said quickly. Carlisle excused himself and went to the living room to talk.

"Who's Charlie?" I asked.

"Chief Swan." Esme answered.

"WHAT?" Carlisle's voice came loudly. Esme looked concerned. "YES! OF COURSE!" He said. I came out to see a very worried Carlisle. "But what about-" He trailed off as the voice spoke behind the phone. "SHE IS MY DAUGHTER CHARLIE. COME FAST!" He screamed in the phone.

"I'm right here dad." Alice said in a whisper frowning.

"What happened Carlisle?" Esme asked, her voice laced with worry.

"He's bringing her here." Carlisle said his voice. He was hiding his panic. He was pacing in the living room.

"He's bringing who?" I asked after a few minutes. At that point, the doorbell rang. Carlisle rushed to the door quickly. Chief Swan came in. In his arms lay the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Her hair was brown with slight red to it. It fell down freely complementing her beauty. Her skin was very pale. Her head was pressed to Charlie's shoulder. Her lips were lush pink. Girls would have paid thousands of dollars to have those. She was wearing a loose light blue tank top. Her white shorts were barely visible because of the top. She seemed to be of my age. And dammit if she wasn't drop-dead gorgeous. Why was she unconscious? Carlisle took her in his arms, worry evident in his eyes. With the beauty in his arms, he rushed to his office closing the door behind him.