One in Carlisle's POV for you all. Hope it gives you some insight to how they all react to Edward running away. Please review... Maddison

Twilight and all its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, I'm just playing with them.

Carlisle POV

I knew I was going to have to seriously talk Edward very soon, and not just let him get away without answering my questions again, but it was so hard. I didn't want to do anything that might upset him, he was in a very fragile state of mind at the moment, and I didn't want to say or do anything that might cause him to do something drastic... again.

The rules I had given him shouldn't be too hard to police, the only hard one would be making sure he didn't manage to get hold of any objects that he could use to harm himself. We had already installed a lock onto the draw holding all the knives, so he couldn't access that, but getting him to give us his blades may be a bit hard.

Unsurprisingly Edward had stormed from the room once I had finished laying out the rules for him. I was rather hurt that he felt that he couldn't talk to me, and I wish I knew what I had done or didn't do to make him feel that way. I went to follow him, it had been a few minutes, but I assumed he had gone to his room. On my way there Esme intercepted me, hoping I had gotten some information out of Edward, and she was very disappointed when I told her I had nothing. How Edward had gotten so good at concealing his emotions and thoughts I did not know, it must have been a skill that he had learnt over time.

I wish I had noticed how he was hurting himself; the doctors had said that, from the scarring, it looked as though he had been severely harming himself for years. I live with him and I'm a doctor, I should have noticed! And he was my son!

Sighing, I continued on my way to Edward's room. When I got there I was annoyed to see that the door was closed, I would have to do something about his blatant disregard of the rules.

I opened the door without knocking; I didn't want to give him any unnecessary warning in case he was doing something to himself. I didn't want to give him time to hide it.

I looked around the room in surprise. Edward was no-where to be seen, and the window was wide open. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he had climbed out the window. Hang on... This was the second floor! What if he had hurt himself!

I ran urgently to the window and looked out of it, praying that I wouldn't find the mangled body of my son on the ground beneath me. I took a thorough glance over the backyard but didn't see him anywhere. I breathed a sigh of relief before remembering that I still didn't know where he was, and who knew what he was doing to himself!

I ran downstairs faster than I had ever run anywhere before, urgently yelling to Esme and Bella if they had seen Edward since he came out of my study. When I got negative answers from both of them I tried to calm myself down slightly. It would do no-one any good if I lost my head.

It was decided that Esme would stay at the house in case Edward came back, and Bella would come with me to try to find Edward. Esme wanted to come instead of Bella, but Bella argued that she would know more of the popular teenage hangouts.

Someone had the idea to call Edward, but it went straight to his voicemail, and I vaguely remembered seeing Edward's phone on his desk when I went into his room.

After driving all around Forks and still not finding him Bella and I hopelessly returned home, to still no Edward, even after three hours. I went up to my study while Esme and Bella called everyone to see if they had seen him.

This was all my fault, I realised. I had pushed him to do this. He had even done things to show me that it was my fault. He had done everything I had just told him not to, close the door, turned off his mobile and left it behind, and not told anyone where he was going. Then he had also obeyed one of them, obviously just to spite me, he had left his wallet behind and had taken out the money and cards, leaving them on his desk next to his car keys.

I shouldn't have approached him; I should have just let him be, and kept an eye on him, never letting him out of my sight. I pushed him to do this, and now we had no idea if we would ever see him alive again.

Why did I have to push him too far?