A/N. This is kind of a filler chapter that I had the urge to write yesterday. It shows how bad off Bella and Edward were without one another. The next chapter of interest should be up Saturday, so if you choose to skip this, I completely understand. This chapter isn't for everyone and is mildly depressing.

Alone in this Bed- Framing Hanley

Waking up without you, it doesn't feel right
To sleep with only memories is harder every night
And sometimes I think I can feel you
Breathing on my neck

Tonight, I'm reaching out to the stars
I think that he owes me a favor
It doesn't matter where you are
I'll hold you again

I wish, I could hear your voice
Don't leave me alone in this bed
I wish, I could touch you once more
Don't leave me alone in this bed
Not tonight, not tomorrow

I've got the feeling that this will never cease
Living in these pictures, it never comes with ease
I swear, if I could make this right
You'd be back by now

Tonight, I'm screaming out to the stars
He knows he owes me a favor
It doesn't matter where you are
You'll be mine again

I wish, I could hear your voice
Don't leave me alone in this bed
I wish, I could touch you once more
Don't leave me alone in this bed

What about the friends that we had?
We've been crazy not to go
Leave me in case and I'll

I wish, I could hear your voice
Don't leave me alone in this bed
I wish, I could touch you once more
And don't leave me alone in this bed

Don't leave me alone, don't leave me alone
Don't leave me alone in this bed
Don't leave me alone, don't leave me alone
Don't leave me alone in this bed

Flashback- Filler Chapter One

Bella's Point of View

Alone, I'm sitting on this stone looking down to death. I can't take the pain anymore. I know I'm a mother. I know I need to raise my child, but I just can't. The pain is too intense. I want out.

I look down tears running down my face. Reckless, stupid. That describes me perfectly. Why else would I be on a mountain? My will to live is gone. Lookout Mountain never looked so good. The sky is tinted crimson from the sunset, changing the rocks to an even brighter shade of red. I hope that it is a good sign. I'm screaming, sobbing out to the sky; please let this be my escape.

"Come back to me, please!" I beg to no one.

An owl answers with a flutter of wings, blood dripping from its kill. The depression is eating me. It has since I moved here. Maybe even since Ryan was born. I need him back I need to hold him. I need to feel numb, not like I'm on fire.

"Don't leave me alone, I can't do this by myself." I scream tears pouring down my face.

I am broken inside. My heart feels like it is an open flame. The pain of the change that was ripped from me is nothing compared to this. I'm no longer whole. I need my life back. I take my knees away from my chest, letting the mountain wind hit my chest. The icy feeling almost zaps me to my senses, almost.

"I'm tired of being alone." I cry, tears running down my face in torrents.

I stand wiping the tears and snot away with my sleeve. Who cares if it's improper, there's no one to see me. As I prepare to jump I hear his voice in my head.

"Bella don't. I still love you. You will come back to me. Ryan needs you." The velvet lingers in the wind.

My tears stop. My heart speeds up. I towards the edge, no hallucinations will keep me from jumping. Death is all I have left. I open my arms preparing to fall forward. I need to do this; I can't go on feeling incomplete.

"Bella, please. It will get better." His voice whispered.

"I can't. I won't. I need you." Sobs racked through my body.

I fell to my knees again. Maybe this wasn't the way. My sad excuse of an existence could be worse. I stand, turning away from the cliff. I take one look back at what could have been and walk back to my Honda, finally numb. I live another day fully embracing the numbness and rage that courses through my veins.

"Bella, wake up." His voice stirs me from unconsciousness.

"Huh? What?" I mumble still half asleep.

"Love, you were shouting and crying in your sleep. What was it? What can I do to help?"

"Nightmare of my lowest point. Just hold me, it will make it better." I muttered.

"Understandable." He said as he took me in his arms again. I was soon back asleep. In the morning I wouldn't remember my dream or what had happened all I would remember was being wrapped in Edward's arms all night.

Edward's Point of View

Her lowest point, I want to wonder what it is, but I know that it would cause me more pain. Instead I close my eyes, being the masochist I am, and open myself to my own low point.

"I want to die." I scream to the stars. "Why did I have to do this?"

I can't live without her. She was the ray of sunshine in my life covered my gray. I needed her warmth, her heartbeat. Even the constant burn of temptation was better then this. All I feel now is emptiness. She sang to my soul. I need her, I need happiness.

Without her I am nothing. A nobody. I'm a monster. I'm in Forks looking for her. She isn't here. Her scent long gone. I'm in my meadow, praying to get her back.

I light a fire. I hope the burning will take away the pain. I hope that I will be free from the self imposed hell that I'm existing in. This isn't living. Living without her is just existing.

"Be happy Bella." I stutter out, sobs wreaking their havoc on my body.

I take a step towards the flame, staring into my impending death. I welcome death. I welcome hell. It has to be better then living as a monster.

"Edward?" I turn to see Alice.

"Please don't. We need you. She needs you."

"Why would she need me? She already moved on."

"She at least needs closure. Please, brother I love you."

"Alice, I have nothing. My heart is broken, my soul is crushed. I can't continue."

"Try."

"I'll do my best. I can't guarantee that I will succeed though." I said as I walked away from the flame. I'm not doing this in front of her. I turned away from freedom.

"Please let me be free." I murmur

End Note. I hope those of you who read this enjoyed it, at least a little bit. My filler chapters are more of a true expression of my writing as weird as that sounds. Normally my writing has dark undertones from my own experiences. This truly is my first attempt at writing a love story where all the characters survive. Normally I kill someone off, even though I've only written essays for class. My class essays are very odd, mainly because I have the best teacher. He encourages off the wall essays. I haven't written a normal on in his class for like a year.