RCA: Round three. If you don't feel like reviewing then don't. I won't force you...but if it's not to much trouble, instead of reviewing, would you subscribe to my author alert? It's better than reviewing...or a PM. And I only posted two in one night because I felt like since the first chapter was so short, you deserved a second.

(Usually my A/N at the top is the same thing. It's the one at the bottom that changes.)

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POV: Bella Swan

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I finally knew what to do. I could feel it. I pushed myself up from the bottom of the tent. Silly me forgot the sleeping bag, but it's something I'd do. Hopefully I'd have a better memory in the next life. I had decided to make the change. I was more than ready! Oh, I couldn't wait to tell Edward that I was coming back for good. I couldn't wait to explain to him that I had only needed a week to decide! I loved him! I loved Edward Cullen! I still wanted him, I still loved him! Joy ran through me and I crawled from the tent. The sun warmed me quickly, and I beamed pure happiness at the sky. I polished off the bottle of water and wiped my mouth with my hands.

Life was going to get better, or so I hoped. I didn't bother to pack. We might be able to get all this stuff later, and beside, if I brought it back Edward might break the tent that helped me "leave him". Edward would forgive me though. Right? Right!? I mean, he took time to himself...he took months to himself! Just for thought, what was best for me? He took months and I only took a week. I shook my head and stopped pacing. Was I pacing? Why was I doubting that he would forgive me. Why was I trying to think of excuses?

The wave of doubt hit me like tuna to a starving cat. It was impossibly fast and brought only one thing to mind...was my love doing this? Hell, love was supposed to reassure you, not make you see the possiblilities! I threw my hands in the air and ran my fingers through my messy waves. Doubt overtook me once more, along with untrusting what I was feeling and extreme disbelief. It was as if I had an epifany.... Maybe Edward didn't love me. These mixed emotions left me feeling very sick and confused. I had never felt so many depressing emotions before. I felt vulnerable. I hated it.

"Why am I doing this?" I asked."I love him. I know I do." But it didn't sound convincing. And, great, I was talking to myself again. The little men in white lab coats would just LOVE the fact that they could stick a needle in my arm and have me pouring secrets. I might even spill my concern about the questioning love for Edward. I laughed at myself, it sounded twisted...warped.

Then the anger came. Oh, I was so mad, I might have been able to spit fire. So. Much. Anger.... I gasped. I began to walk in a circle. Then, I went into a straight line. I just had to walk. Walk off this anger. I walked into the trees and began to mumble. I didn't know what I was saying, nor did I give a flying anything. I didn't try to understand it. I didn't try to stop. It didn't matter now.

I kept my head down, eyeballing my feet. I left my arms crossed over my chest. When did I cross them? Pure anger took over. I walked and walked and walked...until the anger somewhat dissolved. I looked up, blinded by light. Before I knew it, my feet had left the earth. The wind whipped at my body wildly. How long before I would die? Did I want to die? Is this really how I go? I screamed with everything I had, with everything my frail human lungs could muster. It was loud and frightening.

They say that when you die, everything moves in slow motion. Your life flashes before your eyes.

It's all a fucking lie.

I didn't feel my body hit, but I felt the wind stop. That's how I knew I hit rock bottom. All I heard was my screaming cut out and all I felt was my body let go. It went numb. My eyes were shut tightly as I gasped through my gaping lips. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes and see what the damage was. My brain told my mind to let me go. To let me die. However, I knew that my vampire family could run fast. All I had to do was hold on for another five minutes. Five minutes and Carlisle could save my mangled body. Five damned minutes....

That's when the fire started. The burning that touched every nerve, every ligament, every blood vessle in my body. I cried once, and that very action displaced it all. Fire, pain...everything hurt! Make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!

"IT's okay, Bella. You're safe now." The deep, relaxing voice whispered in my ear. "I've saved you."

I couldn't speak. It wasn't Edward's soft, melody I was so attuned to, nor was it Emmett's booming voice. It was not a female voice. Carlisle must have saved me.... I felt gratitude, relief. Calm rushed inside me, temporarally dulling the pain. It didn't help enough. I tried to thank him but I couldn't speak.

"Just relax, Bella. It will all be over soon."

What will be over soon? Before my mind could come up with an appropriate answer, pain filled my body again.

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RCA: I'm sorry this is so short, kind of a filler I guess. But everything I do has a meaning :) just like life. If I have time, chapter four might pop up tonight. I'm slightly distracted by Minority Report. It's actually a good movie. Oh, and I just saw 2012 for the first time today. Holy shit! Total rush of a movie. Anyway, thanks for reading! And all of you that subscribed! I feel the love :) Happy Sunday!