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My hands pierced the airplane's cloth arm rests

My hands pierced the airplane's cloth arm rests. This damn plane would not move fast enough! If only this damn jet knew how fast I had to be in Seattle, it would delay.

I need to get to Seattle. Now.

No. Not now. Yesterday.

I needed to be there yesterday.

Edward, I know your tense, but don't take it out on the airplane. You're going to break the arm rest and then it will be even longer.

I forced myself to take deep breaths, ignoring the scent of human blood around me. I blocked out every thought, every thing that was trying to bombard me.

Just to tear myself up.

Why was she dying?! Wasn't she safe? Was it a seizure?! And who was watching her?!

I am lower than low. I am rock bottom minus fifty. I am pond scum.

I deserve to rot in hell. I need her to live. To be safe.

I took a quick look in Alice's head to see her checking in on people in Bella's life. Apparently, Charlie was going to be sleeping safe and sound.

Wait.

Alice focused on something she saw apparently in the room.

Edward… Look.

It was a letter addressed to Charlie. Nothing unusual. Until you looked at the return address.

Washington State Mental Ward.

My eyes widened.

She was in an asylum.

My rage flamed. Why the hell was she there?! She wasn't crazy! She was perfect. She was normal. She was beautiful… I felt my face scrunch up as I tried to figure out that horrendous thought.

I kept looking into Alice's mind. She was trying every one. Everyone from school, everyone she came into contact with.

Then she reached her mother. Renee.

I watched as Renee walked over to a picture of Bella, caressing the photo as if it were a precious jewel. A voice startled her.

"Still thinking about her, aren't you?"

It must have been Phil, her step dad.

I watched as Renee sat in an old style rocking chair, still holding the picture frame.

"I can't help it. It's been so long since we've seen her. They won't even let Charlie see her. I haven't seen her since she was admitted. Charlie saw her eight months ago."

My eyes widened. How long had she been in there?

Phil came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I know. I miss that girl. Hard to believe it's been one year since she was admitted. But, it was for the better."

Alice's thoughts screamed, ONE YEAR!? And leaving her was for the better?!

I barely registered her thought, my mind still stuck on the vision she was having.

"But, Phil, I remember seeing them. People don't disappear into thin air. Maybe Dr. Gerandy was wrong about them going to LA."

She was put in the asylum… because of us?

"Honey, there is no proof of them being there. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. I know Charlie's isn't the best, either. But there is no way that there was ever a family with the last name of Cullens' in Forks."

He pulled Renee into a hug…

"It will be ok. We can only hope for the best."

Alice's vision ended with her thought. We erased our trail a little too well.

I sat there, amazed and dumfounded. Why? was the only question that could come to my mind. I couldn't believe that this was happening. Why was she suffering? Why didn't anyone believe her? Everyone had damn seen us!

How had she been taken there? What had the doctor's given her?

And why wouldn't this infernal plane fly any faster?!

I never should have left. We never should have left. If I hadn't, Bella wouldn't be facing death. Everyone would realize she wasn't crazy, that she was sane. She wouldn't be suffering. She wouldn't be by herself, fending for herself in an unforgiving world.

I should have never brought her into my world.

I should have never done it! I should have left her alone! If I had never told her anything, she wouldn't be suffering. She would never have to fear anything. She would have never been exposed to our kind, to James. She would have never had to suffer, the agonizing pain of feeling our venom in her blood. She would never have been nearly killed by Jasper. She would never have to know fear by our kind.

I deserve to rot in the lowest pits of hell.

No, even Satan was kinder than I was.

I looked at Alice and whispered, "When will we arrive?"

She looked at me and said. "Lucky for us, our layover leaves right after our plane lands. We'll be early. Our plane leaves… even better, right across from us. There it's a three hour flight." She bit her lip and finished in her mind. It doesn't look good, Edward. We need a miracle. That she lives past sunset. That, maybe, times zones are wrong in some places…

I thought of that one thought constantly.

I leaned my head down in my hands, closing my eyes. I was an idiot, no worse than that. I selfishly left Bella and, like always, we cleaned our tracks. But, we didn't count on one thing.

We had never left a human piece of evidence.

A human that was the most precious thing in my world.

A human whose life was on the line…whose very existence meant my happiness.

Please, God, let her live. God, don't let such a beautiful, humble, selfless creature like her die.

Please, don't let her die.

I need her… I need her…

The attendant's voice rang over the plane. Please fasten your seat belts. We're beginning our decent.

My head snapped up.

Bella, hold on…

As soon as we were connected, I left the seat, moving as fast as I humanly could with Alice following right behind me. We barely stepped foot in the terminal before we were in the next plane, sitting in the first class seats Alice had reserved.

Nine hours down… Three to go…

I looked at my watch…

It was eleven o'clock.

We get in Seattle at eleven due to time zone. We had left then an hour before Bella would be dead.

My body shivered.

Luckily, this plane was a small jet. So as we started off the ground, I felt a little sense of relief in the concept of a smaller plane obtains a faster speed.

This time, I leaned back in my chair and thought of what I would do back home. If Bella was ok, I'd get down on hands and knees and beg her for forgiveness. I would beg at her feet like a servant and beg her to forgive me. Then, I'd make it up to her. I'd prove to all her friends and family that she wasn't crazy, that I was real. Charlie might end up shooting me, but I would anything to she her forgive me.

Anything…

My hands tensed again. Bella…

Edward, your hands again. Alice reminded me.

I took a deep breath again. I felt a sense of Déjà vu wash over me.

I needed something to distract me.

I looked over to Alice. Apparently, she saw that Jasper had seen her note and was checking up on her. The pilot was happy, almost giddy. He was going to surprise his six year old daughter by coming home for her birthday. A couple was coming home from their honeymoon.

I groaned, leaning as forward in the seat as I could.

Bella, hold on...