"It all started when you and Edward got into a fight," Charlie started.

"He said, he was leaving. You got angry. You didn't want him to leave again. You wanted to harm yourself. You lite yourself on fire. Edward's kind is not supposed to be near fire. It is bad for them. Being himself, he just watched at first. Then he tried putting it out. He got most of it out, but it spread to the whole house. He grabbed you and ran. He took you outside, layed you on the grass and left. You woke up to find him gone. The Cullens and I have no clue wether he is alive or not. We don't even know if he was burnt or not. If he was burnt Bella, he dies."

I stood emotionless. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't even sure I was to believe Charlie. Something inside of me didn't want to.

Edward left.

Now I'm all alone.

I have nothing to live for.

I had to find him. I had to escape from this place. It killed me.

It was killing me. It was killing Edward. It was killing us.

I began to plot my escape as soon as Charlie and the nurses left. I had no clue how to escape, but I would find a way.