This is my first attempt at something very original.

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My senses went into hyper drive. I could taste the rust and salt that filled the air. I tried to move and create a block between Jasper and my sister with no luck. One of my legs choose that exact moment to spasm. I fell backward, hitting the wall.

Emmett was dragging Jasper from the room, and Bella was lying in a pile of crushed glass plates. I shuddered that the sight, remembering the glass that severed her femoral vein when James attacked.

Edward took her up in his arms, not breathing. He looked over at me, his eyes wide and sorrowful. I'm sorry.

I jumped up. The whisper voice. I hadn't heard that voice since Tyler Crowley ran me over with his van. My hands were burning again. This time, it really hurt. I sunk back onto the floor.

Esme finished cleaning the floor. "Are you all right, Liza, honey?"

"Fine," I lied, hotly. "Tell Edward and Bella I'm waiting in the car."

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That night, I slept on the couch. I didn't want to see Bella, her arm, or Edward. I didn't want to think about the voices in my head, or my gut feeling. I knew Edward was going to leave and not come back, but I didn't know why.

"It's called channeling," Edward whispered, sitting on the couch arm. "Something, and I don't know what, makes you use our powers when you're stressed."

I couldn't speak. Instead, I looked him in the eyes. Venom?

"No," Edward replied. "It' been happening since the accident, remember?"

I showed him the shaky memory. "Yeah," I whispered back, "so I'm sort of…" Witch?

I was expecting him to laugh at the silliness of my idea. Instead, he nodded, "Yes, that's a good word for you."

"So, where are you going?" I asked, slowly. "Back to Alaska?"

He looked surprised. "You know that we're leaving."

"It's more of a gut feeling," I whispered, reddening in the face. "I wish you wouldn't. It would break Bella's heart. This family can't take another depressed daughter."

"You're not really depressed, love," he replied, "You're hurt and confused."

The name 'love' sent shivers down my spine. Was he torn between Bella and me? Was he just trying to comfort me? "Edward, I…" I don't like you like that.

"You're like another sister to me," Edward explained. "I used to wish that one day you would become my sister-in-law, but now I know it's impossible."

"Because of Jasper." He is pretty frightening.

Edward was staring at my face, trying to think of what to say next. "I don't mean to offend you, Eliza-May, but I tried to force myself to love you instead."

My jaw dropped. "What!? Why!?" I whispered in my most intense voice.

"Bella hated me at the time, or at least acted like it. I thought, maybe you'd…"

"Love you despite that fact that you creep me out? Yeah, never happening."

"Are you sure?" he questioned. His face was hovering over mine.

"Don't. You. Dare. Edward. Cullen." I stood and walked to the other side of the room.

He was back in face in a blink of an eye. "Could you keep me from kissing you?"

"Truthfully, no but I know you wouldn't kiss me." My legs were shaking in fear. "You're a gentleman?" My voice cracked.

He was smirking. "You're questioning your resolve, Eliza-May Swan." He caught me just before I fell. "Are you attached?"

"No," I replied, too quickly. "You could leave right now and I'd feel fine."

"What if I took Bella with me?"

My heart started to pound. "That's her choice." I lied.

He pretended to punch my tattooed arm, chuckled and went out the window. "See you tomorrow, Ducky."

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A few days later, in Spanish, my head was spinning. Alice was nowhere to be seen, and I had a sinking feeling that today was the today. Edward was leaving, and he was leaving with or without my sister.

It was just before the final bell. I nearly started to cry. I raised hand. It was shaking. "Señor Lyons, ¿puede soy dispensado?" (Mr. Lyons, may I be excused?)

Once outside, the cold wet instantly calmed me, but I kept crying. By the end of the day, she'll be dead to me. Either so hurt she's put in a walking coma or long gone. My body shook with the silent sobs. I ran away from the school. I didn't know where I was going.

I'd never been able run that far before. I'd never really run period. My body wasn't built for it. The adrenaline was moving me at speeds I'd never been able to reach before. The woods seemed prefect for me. Dark, hiding the secrets from all around them.

By the time I stopped running, it was dark. I had no idea where I was. "SHIT!" Damn, why was I never a Girl Scout? I could so use a cigarette! I pulled myself into a tree.

Someone was stumbling around below me. I jumped out off the tree, landing on my feet. One foot turned with a snap, but I ignored the pain. "IZZY!"

Bella fell to the ground then, exhausted. I wrapped my arms her. "Shush, Izzy. It's okay." I rocked her, my shirt being soaked by her tears. "We're okay."

She fell asleep. I heard faint calls of our names, but I didn't call back. Bella was going to need a lot of time and no one could help her. I bit my lip, still ignoring the pain in my ankle. It drew blood. So much for never breaking a bone… I slipped into slumber.

Someone, was it me or Bella? Was standing on a cliff, was she about to jump? Her face, or mine, was stained with tears. The storm ragging around her seemed to be the embodiment of her inner sorrow. Still she smiled.

I woke with a start; someone was lifting Bella out of my arms. "Have you been hurt?" the large Native American asked me.

I probably looked stupid sitting there. I tried to stand, but my right ankle snapped again. "I think I broke my ankle." I grimaced.

Someone took Bella from him. It was Charlie. I was still lying on the ground. "LIZA!"

"I'm okay, Dad," I lied. "It's just my ankle."

"Sam," my father said to the large Native. "Could you help her?"

He nodded and started to lift me up. I sat up, "Edward Cullen did not try to bite her, if the tribal elders ask."

I didn't know why I said it.