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AN: Hello!

I am sorry for the delay, I still have no internet at my house, and school has started back. With school comes band practice. I have missed you all. I am so happy to inform you that chapter 4 is well under way. I am going to ask for reviews stating if and/ or how Jacob should be included. I hope you enjoy this very difficult to write chapter. See you at the bottom.

~Rlyandra

PS: I am not, nor will I ever be Stephanie Meyer, so let's not talk about it... okay?

Chapter 3: An un-welcomed almost death

BellaPoV

Moving on... was the only thing of which I could still be certain. The pleasant feeling of the falling snow was lost as the wind howled, and the strain to see even a foot ahead became too much.

I had been moving, surging on, for what seemed like days. The gentle kisses and caresses of snow on flesh long forgotten as every flake now felt like needles piercing skin.

Edward PoV

Alice, Jasper, and I had gone outside to enjoy the falling snow. We played for hours often calling for Rosalie to join us, but she would inevitably refuse claiming she did not want to ruin her gown.

We did all sorts of things; snow angels were Alice's favorite while snowball wars were my and Jasper's preferred form of merriment. As the snow picked up, we were called inside by Carlisle for dinner, although we wished to play for longer, we headed inside to warm ourselves by the hearth and its flame.

As we ate supper the light snow became a heavy and raging storm. It was marvelous to see. Mother had said it reminded her of a tragic Russian ballet she had seen in London as a girl.

*(Time Jump)*

It was getting late; Alice and I were the only ones up. The others had all retired twenty minutes prior. I was awake keeping the fire ablaze and Alice, along with her cat Lucy, were keeping me company. I loved Alice's cat, she was gray, but she had black tipped ears and paws.

"Edward," she said, "do you think anybody is out in such a storm as this?" It was a silly thing to ask but I answered anyway.

"Of course not Ali, you worry far too much. Why do you ask?"

"I just have a feeling somebody is out there."

Bella PoV

I was s-so c-c-c-cold. M-my leg-gs were n-n-umb, I was m-m-mov-ing out of hab-b-b-it n-ow.

I h-h-had c-c-cov-ered-d at-t least-t t-t-ten m-m-iles b-by now, an-and ne-needed-d t-to rest-t. B-b-but I knew if-f I st-st-stopped m-moving i c-c-ould d-die.

Ev-ven m-my thought-ts ar-re ch-chatt-ttering.

As-s for-r m-my loc-cati-tion or-r d-direc-ction I hav-ve no id-dea.

*(Time Jump)*

I had-d b-been m-m-oving for what felt-t lik-ke f-forev-ver and-d i c-c-could f-feel m-my b-b-ody b-beg-ging to shut-t d-d-own. It-t was b-bec-coming hard-der t-to d-do an-nything-g.

Narrator PoV (Because I can)

The storm had become a blizzard. Blinking, one of the simplest actions known to man, had become near impossible. Bella desperately needed rest; her body screamed for salvation.

What she didn't know was that civilization, no matter how small or isolated, was not far off.

A large white house, practically invisible through the snow, stood strong thirty yards ahead. The house was a good seven miles to the nearest neighbor in all directions.

As Bella trudged forward it became more and more strenuous to continue moving. Her body ached, her legs were stiff, and she had no feeling in her fingers or toes.

It felt like the end to her, life was fading, her heart weak. She knew she should be terrified, but all she felt was relief. All her sorrows would be no more. She would see her mother, the woman who was almost a stranger to her, once more; and more importantly than that, he would be there.

She felt horrible for leaving Emmett who was still not himself after what had happened three years prior. She knew her death would bring him prolonged suffering, but he was changed. Her Emmett was gone, and she feared there was no hope of getting him back. He was no more than a nameless drunk in her eyes. A drunk with no control over his own life.

She could forget about James and the way he had looked at her. She could forget her father's illness. She could be rid of Emmett's drunken haze. She could be free.

She felt a darkness seeking to consume her, and there was nothing left to do but accept it and succumb.

AN: TADA! Are you happy? Sad? Anyway, Bella does not die that would ruin the plans I have for this story. I know this chapter is short but I do not do well with 'death' writing.

~Rylandra