DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. STEPHANIE MEYER'S DOES.

Sorry, it took so long for the update. Really bad case of writers block…Hope you like it! :D

I didn't dare to look up. For, I knew if I did, all would be lost. I stubbornly held my head down and continued my aimless doodles. I didn't know where he sat, but I could feel that familiar breeze of wind rush past me. I was pressing so hard into my paper than I created many

Class began but I had yet to look up. I just hoped that it would be sped up. But just my luck, the class seemed to go slower as I stared at the clock with silent prayers.

I wanted to run. Run so far and hide. But why would I want to hide when the reason for my existence was sitting in the same room as me? Oh yeah, because he doesn't love me. In fact he hates me. My dead heart silently wept at that epiphany. I wanted nothing else than to go back to the old days in our meadow, but those were just mere memories.

I could almost imagine his hand fitting into mine, and holding it tight and never letting go. I could almost imagine his lips barely brushing mine, but filled the most passionate emotion. Maybe I had dreamed that emotion. I remember the static between us that would consume me entirely. I would give up anything for these. I would give up anything for him.

", do you know the answer?"

If I could, my face would have been as red as a tomato. I didn't. I didn't even register the teacher talking while I was in the midst of my day dreams.

I shook my head softly and with my eyes down.

"Well pay attention than!" He snapped at me. I deserved it. I should not be day dreaming about impossible things.

I dropped my pen, and lifted my head up for the first time. I was staring straightforward at the whiteboard, but I couldn't see anything. All I could see was someone staring at me out of the corner of my eye. Of course, it couldn't be him. He could care less. He basically told me that back than…I silently gulped down the tears that would never come.

A loud siren broke through my agony and the bell had finally rung. I swiftly grasped my belongings and rushed outside. I could feel someone following me, but I was not in the mood to be hurt again. I kept going until I reached the outside.

"Bella! Bella look at me, please!" My former bestfriends shrill voice broke through my plans to escape.

Stupid. Stupid me. I thought as I turned to where the voice was coming from. I knew I would regret it, but nothing could stop me know. Might as well enjoy the view before the pain comes.

I saw all of them. Only a couple of feet away from me. Alice had the most heart wrenching expression on, and Rosalie was even frowning. Emmett looked as if he was about to cry and Jasper looked in deep agony. But it was Edward who disturbed me the most. His eyes were filled with happiness and sadness. I could see regret, and melancholy. I knew this was just some sick joke. They were probably trying to mess with me again. I knew NONE of them cared, or else they would not have left me.

"I don't need your sympathy." I blurted out, not thinking. Stupid!

"Bella what are you talking about?" Alice whispered.

"If you're just looking for another laugh, than go somewhere else. I don't need this again." I knew my words were true. They were here just to hurt me again.

"Bella…no. Why would you think that?" It was Rosalie's golden wind chimes of a voice that caressed those words. I was probably being punk'd and than they would all disappear again.

I didn't speak. I just looked at them. I looked, and walked away. My brain was congratulating me while my heart was begging me to turn around. I started walking faster before they could seduce me to come back again. I hopped into my car and skinned out of the parking lot. I could see their sad and angry faces in my rear view mirror. They would be angry, after all, their joke of the day just left.

I needed to leave. To go somewhere. I just needed to escape. I can't handle anymore hurt.

Truth is, these past years I have not been fine. I just put the hurt on the down low. I kept it bottled up inside with all those other emotions. But seeing them made those emotions all come to the surface.

Maybe I would go to Alaska and just escape. Or maybe just hide in a cave somewhere. I'm sure they wouldn't care. But they do care…A small voice inside my head spoke. But if they did, why did the leave me? Maybe the voice was right, or I was just going crazy. Who was I kidding, nothing's changed. Especially not those words that Ed-he spoke to me in the forest.

Why was I running though? This was my home, and I would surely not let them drive me out of it. But I didn't want to see them either. I was speeding down the 101, too far in thought to notice where exactly I was planning to head. All I knew was I was heading South. It would have to show them that I am not the same fragile human that they left. I was stronger, yet still weak. But I couldn't let it show.

I sighed with surrendence, and turned around and went to my home. I would not run away. I had to prove to them, they could not hurt me anymore. After all, I was dead. Being dead shouldn't hurt so much.