Wow, how long has it been, about seven months? Damn, I'm a bad author. Well I don't know if many people are actually reading this story, but I am very, very sorry for the torture I have put you through. I mean, I could barely get through the first chapter of this dribble. But for the hell of it, I'm going to post another chapter. I suppose if it doesn't get as many reviews as I hope it will, and I can't come up with an idea for the next chapter, I will be putting this story up for adoption. Mind you, this chapter was written seven months before now, and I am a better writer than I was before, I can just never find the time to write, let alone read and review even my best friend's story. So enough with this bullshit talking and on with the…er…chapter, if you can call it that.

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"Bella?" I asked, frightened. She lay limp in my arms, I cradled her to my chest unwilling to let go. "W-what did I do? What did I say!?" I placed my palm to her cheek, closing my eyes tight and tried to listen, but I could not hear anything, not a whisper, nothing. It was as if her mind was totally vacant, it was like an old abandoned house, were no one dared tread, not even the wind to lay its cool breeze upon the perpetually creaking floors. No animals to walk on the dead, brown grass, nor a bug to occasionally glance upward toward the eternally foreboding statues of the dead. Not a sound.

I placed my lips to her ear, "Bella…Bella, wake up. Wake up please…..please."

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Bella's POV

I walked through the black abyss, trying to find anything, anything at all that would lead me out, that would lead me to safety. 'What happened?' I thought.

I strained my eyes against the black nothingness. I lifted my hand and touched my nose lightly with my palm, pulling it away ever so slightly; I tried to find it with my eyes. I tried to force myself to see it, but it was a futile act of stupidity.

"Bella…Bella, wake up. Wake up please…please."

Edward! I tried yelling, but nothing left my mouth. Edward!....Edward! I tried again, but nothing got through, no sound, not even a ripple of light that you sometimes experience in a dream from time to time. Nothing filled the emptiness around me except him, the sound of his voice, pleading for me to wake up.

I took a step towards the loudest place where I could here his voice. I followed it like a well paved trail, at first taking slow steps, but as his voice got thicker, more hurried and scared, I began to sprint, not wanting him to feel so unhappy.

As I ran, a small white dot appeared in the dark, letting tiny flecks of light hurriedly wash over my face. As I got closer the dot became bigger and bigger and Edwards voice got louder and louder. The sound of it reverberated off of the inside of my head and began to pound at the backs of my eyes.

"Edward!" The sound finally escaped my lips, rolling off my tongue and hanging itself out there in front of me. It didn't sound quite right though; it sounded more like a person trying to talk while immersed in water, his beautiful name left my mouth sounding like a bunch of mumbled m's.

The darkness quickly turned into light, a light much to bright for my fluttering eyes. His beautiful voice was right in front of me, his arms around me, and his lips millimeters from mine. I brought my lips to his, feeling a amazing rush of electricity and ecstasy rush through me. It felt as if I hadn't kissed him for ages.

"Edward." I moaned against his soft, full lips.

He pulled away abruptly. I opened my eyes, taking in his appearance…as soon as I saw him, his beautiful face, his jet black wisp of hair; everything came rushing back to me. My one true love was dead…my life was over. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I quickly tried to blink them away, letting only one spill over unintentionally.

"Bella?"He asked, placing his hand on my cheek.

I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away from me. I couldn't stand it, I couldn't have Edward's exact replica in my room with me, torturing me with what I can't and will never ever have.

I pushed on his chest, but he didn't move. I closed my eyes, and tried to make myself as small as possible, trying to shrink into the wall out of sight. He took a hold of my wrists, bringing his face close to mine once again. I wanted so badly to touch him, to feverishly crush my lips against his, to hold him next to me until the end of time, to hold him so tightly and close that our bodies would have no choice but to merge together, making us one forever.

Jason POV

I loved the feeling of her hands on my chest, but loathed the look on her face, the look of pure revulsion, dread, hate, regret, wanting, and sadness all rolled into one sick and twisted ball of shit. She crushed herself into the wall, causing it to dent and chip. I grabbed her wrists, how badly I wanted to let our touch deepen, to feel the surge of electricity I feel whenever I touch her, on a larger scale. How badly I wanted to kiss her again, to run my hands through her beautiful brown locks, to press my lips against hers and never ever stop holding her and touching her and loving her.

"Bella, what are you not telling me?" I breathed against her cheek.

Important A/N!

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Okay so that wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be, but that's only because I fixed it up A LOT. You should see the original. Well I'm sure all 2 of my readers will be pleased with that. =)
There was a change of plans with his name, instead of Josh, which I think it was before, I am changing it to Jason. Writing this would be very weird if his name were still Josh, because I know a guy named josh, and I'm pretty sure it would be awkward writing a lemon using his name. Yes a lemon. I'm going to see if some of the people I follow on fanfiction, who are amazing with lemons, will help me, because, well lets just say, a lemon needs to be exquisite, and if I write it on my own…I'm sure it would be far from that. So, I'd really appreciate a review. It would really help my self esteem. XD
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