Edward raced through the park and leaned heavily against a tree. With a groaning, cracking sound, the tree fell over in a flurry of leaves and creaking branches.
A fat squirrel chattered angrily at Edward then ran off.
Edward groaned and looked around nervously, then ran off.
Finally, he leaned against a building and slid to the ground, head in his hands as he brainstormed more suicide possibilities.
Well, if a chainsaw had melted and left him without a scratch, stabbing himself was obviously out. Poison hadn't worked, and had tasted terrible. Hmmmmm, what was he supposed to do now?
Suddenly, he had s brief flash of inspiration, when suddenly, something hit him on the head.
He looked up. A lady had thrown a quarter at him.
He stared from her to the coin to himself. His clothes were dirty and disgusting, covered in holes, slashes, and burns, along with condiments from the Hot Dog cart he'd smashed earlier. His pants were no better, and his face was smeared with dirt.
"I AM NOT HOMELESS!", he exclaimed loudly, but the lady was too far away by now, and he knew she wouldn't believe him.
This was a new low for him.
His family was rich, and had millions and millions of dollars, and now someone had mistaken him for a bum. He couldn't believe it.
..
Suddenly, he heard familiar voices from the next block.
"EMMETT! We are here to look for Edward, now give that poor lady back her clothes! And for gods sake, you don't even need to eat, so what do you want with all those Hot Dogs?", he heard Esme's voice say exasperatedly.
Resisting the urge to crack a smile, Edward got to his feet, when suddenly; Jasper appeared at the end of the street.
"Edward, please", he said, slowly stepping forward.
Suddenly, a wave of calm washed over Edward. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this way.
Edward knew that it was just Jaspers unusual gift making him feel this way, but he didn't care. He didn't even care that Jasper was walking towards him, presumably to stop him from…..he didn't even remember what he'd been doing, and what the purpose had been. Now all he wanted was to embrace this calm feeling…
Esme walked up from behind Edward.
"Jasper, you're brilliant", she whispered.
Jaspers plan might even have worked had it not been for Emmett, running up from behind Jasper.
"You found him? Why didn't you say so!", he cried.
"Emmett!", Esme hissed, but it was too late.
In a flash, everything came back to Edward, and he growled.
Edwards only pause before racing away was to wonder why on earth Emmett had several Hot Dogs in his hands.
He rolled his eyes. He was probably better off not knowing, which was usually a good policy when it came to Emmett.
I promise more action next chapter! Please keep reading! Sorry if this chapter was a bit dry!
ALSO: I am taking ideas for Edwards next suicide attempt! Please review and suggest!