The noise I woke up to was unpleasant, but all too familiar. Rain was pounding down on the truck in huge streams. Briefly my confused brain pondered over why I had parked my truck under a waterfall, and how I ever got it there. When I eventually pulled out of my post-sleep stupor I came to the realization that it was only rain, a lot of it but still only rain.

As I sat up straighter in the seat my mind wandered back to the past nights events and how I had come to be sitting on the edge of a deserted highway in the middle of who knows where.

In the daylight the reasons that I had ran away and headed off in the direction of Florida seemed absurd. I looked through the rain trying with all my might to pick out a landmark to give me any hint to where I was. I saw nothing except an endless row of trees and puddles. A sigh escaped my lips as I brought my legs up close to my chest; I had never seen this road before. It was defiantly not the one going to Port Angeles. If it wasn't that, then what was it? I desperately tried to pull the memories from last night close but they kept dancing just out of reach. How far had I driven last night? I turned the key in the ignition and with a start realized it must have been a long ways. I had filled up the tank two days before and hadn't driven at all since. Now the needle was resting at an eighth of a tank. Damn.

I wished I had my cell phone. When I had moved up here I cancelled my plan out of Arizona and never started up a new one. I had figured that in such a small town what was the need for a cell phone, it wasn't as if you were going to get kidnapped while walking down the one street in town?

Which way was I supposed to go? Who knew how far it would be to the next town, but I did know it was a long way back to Forks. If I turned back it would be less of a distance for me to either walk or people to come and rescue me. But what if I was only five minutes from the next town and a gas station?

I considered the pros and cons of each and then decided that my best bet was to turn around. I had a pretty good feeling that I was going to have to walk and at least I would know that I was walking towards something. In the other direction I could go for miles and never see any life.

My stomach rumbled and I decided that I better get a move on. I did a quick u-turn and set off in the opposite direction. I drove until I saw the worst possible thing, the road forked. I glanced down at the dashboard and groaned, I had virtually no gas left. If I went to the left I could be going home, but I could also be going the opposite way. Doing the only logical thing I could think off I pulled over to the side of the road and shut the truck off.

The silenced washed over me and felt my eyes sting as tears formed. No, I wouldn't cry, I couldn't. I needed to get myself out of this mess, but how?

As my luck usually was-nonexistent-the weather wasn't getting any better. Now along with the rain there was a strong wind. It howled around and made its way into not so weather proof truck. I shivered and cursed that I had to go get lost when there was going to be a storm.

Was anybody going to come and find me? Were they even looking for me; knew that I was missing? Would they find me at all? A million question forced their way to my attention and I tried but with no avail to push the terror away. Alice and Edward hadn't come after me initially so who was to say that they had even seen me disappear?

To top everything off my stomach gave another loud roar that should have notified my position to people that were miles away. I stuffed my balled up fist into my abdomen willing the hunger to fade. It didn't.

I sat ridged in the seat until my bladder couldn't wait any longer. With an uneasy look out the window at the downpour but with no other option I flung open the door and dashed towards the tree line.

My clothes were dripping as I reached the shelter of the trees. On my dash back to the truck I slipped and skidded across the mudding ground. Great, just great. Soaking wet, dirty and freezing I walked back to the truck slowly this time. What was the need to rush if I was already wet? Hopefully the rain would wash away some of the mud so it didn't dry and harden onto me.

Just as I was about to step out of the trees I heard it, a vehicle. My heart leapt up in anticipation; thank god I was going to get found. I scrambled to the edge of the road and saw that there indeed was a car but it was driving away. How could it? Why didn't I see it pass?

I tipped my head back and felt the rain splash across my muddy face. My eyes were closed but I opened them slightly and saw to my dismay-but not surprise-that the sky had darkened yet again.

I let out a scream of frustration, quite at first but louder as it went on. Only when my throat started to ache did I stop. My only chance to be rescued was thrown away by my incredible need to pee.

Dragging my feet all the way back to the truck I half heartedly climbed back in. Once back inside the dry cab I started to shiver. Dropping my head onto the steering wheel in disappointment I accidentally hit the horn. My reflexes instantly took action and pulled my head away but my brain thought otherwise. Why hadn't I thought of that before of course if anybody was near they would hear the horn? I jammed my palm down on the horn and it let out a long wounded cry. Yes maybe there still was hope.

Nothing happened right away. No prince raced in on a white stallion to save me but I never expected that. Every five minutes after that I would raise my hand and pound for awhile on the horn.

How much longer could this rain go on? I wondered as I honked the horn for what had to be the thousandth time. It looked like I was going to have to walk out of here because nobody was coming, but what were you supposed to do when you were lost? I couldn't remember, were you supposed to stay with the vehicle or supposed to leave to find help? Or maybe leave a trail of bread crumbs behind you so you can be found. Without any bread crumbs that option was completely out now I had to debate over which other one was the best. If I was going to walk would I go left or right at the fork?

"Edward, please," I cried out loud, "Anybody, somebody please come."

I had never been one to like the outdoor and this was exactly why. Hunger ripped through me and I all but squealed when I remembered the granola bar that I had stashed in the glove box. Like a bullet my hands had shot out and pulled open the box. Inside the compartment I shuffled through the insurance papers, a napkin and a pen. There was no granola bar. I slammed my hand down on the dashboard and moaned in pain as it instantly started throbbing. I really needed to get control of myself or I wasn't going to get out of this.

It caught my eye and I jerked my head down, poking out from under the seat was the last thing I expected to see. It was the best news I'd had all day but yet the worst. Could it save me?

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a/n This is written differently than the other chapters but I personally really like it and I hope you do as well. Usually my stories have a lot of dialogue in them but that's kind of hard to do when a person's by themselves so this is what I settled on to do. I hope you all enjoyed it. Please, please, please review. I'll love you forever and I'll even through in some ooey gooey brownies. Thank you.