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Cos I'm not a princess,

This ain't a fairytale.

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,

Leader of the stairwell.

This ain't Hollywood,

This is a small town.

I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.

Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around.

- White Horse, Taylor Swift

Edward POV

Working at the hospital with Carlisle was indeed a distraction, just as I had hoped, but when I wasn't working my mind was free to think about her and what Alice had both told me and shown me about her.

Then, one Friday, I was given the task of working on a new ward with a new patient.

Isabelle Burrows the name read on the sheet. I didn't read anymore about her accident. I would wait until I got to her room. A pang went through me when I read her name. It was too similar to the name of my angel.

"Edward, are you sure that you can treat this patient?" Carlisle asked as he read through the sheets of paper I had been given.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be able to?" I wondered, looking at him. As long as I didn't have to write her name over and over again and the girl didn't like to be called Bella, I should be fine.

"Okay, son." He passed me back the papers and I tucked them under my arm before leaving the office I shared with my father and going off to find this Isabelle. Ward 13. I adjusted the stethoscope around my neck (A/N- who else thinks that Edward would be a totally hot doctor?!) and went to the room.

"Right," I said as I swept into the room, ready to greet the girl. But what I saw froze me to the spot and I suddenly understood what Carlisle had meant. Isabelle Burrows was in a coma. I looked down at the sheets again and read the circumstances. She had been hit by a car and was in a coma. The doctor she had previously been treated by was unsure as to whether she would wake or not.

I moaned quietly and sat on one of the plastic chairs by the end of the bed. This just showed how bad I was really suffering. This shouldn't hurt this badly, not almost four weeks after our separation. It would be four weeks on Sunday, in two days. Alice had spent every moment trying to get me to change my mind, but I had stuck by my decision and left Bella alone.

Alice had shown me picture after picture of Bella crying and clutching at the necklace, although she still didn't know how relevant the necklace was. It had been my mothers and I gave it to her. I surprised myself with this gesture, but it was worth it. Now I avoided Alice as much as possible and yelled at her when she tried to show me something Bella related. As a result of this, our house was tense and unhappy. Esme was distraught at how much Alice and I argued, considering how well we had got on before this. Now Alice was convinced that I was wrong and I was convinced entirely otherwise. I could see that this was something we would never agree on, however hard one of us tried to convince the other.

Alice POV

I gazed out of the window in my classroom, deep in thought. He was blind. Completely and utterly blind if he didn't see how much he was hurting her. How much she was hurting. I wouldn't have watched her so carefully if I hadn't seen how upset she was in the first place. And, recently, I had been getting a lot more flashes of her life. They were always pretty much the same though. It was just Bella crying, sobbing. I never saw the catalyst to her tears, but I was pretty sure I could guess, especially now that she had started writing to him.

I had had a flash of it when she was at school. I saw her scrawl his name at the top of a blank page and begin to write to him. I rarely got to see what she actually wrote, but I saw her scribbling away frequently. One of the few things that I gathered from what she wrote was where she got the necklace from. When I discovered that, I knew that, if I could cry, I would have. He must be hurting pretty bad. I had thought that I recognised the necklace from somewhere, but I had never dreamt of where she had actually got it from. When I read in her messy writing the messed up thanks for it, I had gasped aloud, remembering that the diamond necklace had been Edward's only possession he had from when he was human; the best thing his mother owned apart from her very own son.

He didn't know that I knew. He also didn't know about the letters. I had tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen. Whenever I brought her up, he'd snap at me, yell at me. He purposefully avoided me now and that saddened me. How could the one member of the family I'd always felt closest to (apart from Jasper) suddenly hate me just because I was trying to help him?

I wasn't the only one who felt this way. Esme was incredibly upset that we couldn't just get along and be happy as we always had been. And because Esme was upset, Carlisle was as well. And because all four of us were upset, so was Jasper. Emmett and Rose were the only ones who seemed unaffected by the depression that our home was full of right now.

Suddenly, I had a new vision. Bella was in the kitchen, what I presumed would be tomorrow morning, frying eggs. Suddenly, her step-father appeared behind her. Bella bit her lips anxiously and then, her step-father grabbed her wrist and held it against the hot metal, pressing his other hand over her mouth to stop her crying out in pain. I gasped and stood up. Had I been missing something vital in my visions?

"Alice?" the teacher peered at me suspiciously, probably wondering why I had suddenly jumped to my feet in the middle of class.

"Uh… I don't feel well," I mumbled and dashed out of the room before she could question me. Was there something else happening to Bella in between all of the crying for Edward? Was she even crying for Edward? What else had she told him in those letters that I had missed? I didn't know the answers to any of my own questions, but I knew that waiting for Edward to realise his mistake wasn't working. The time had come to take matters into my own hands.

Bella POV

Saturday was hellish. I 'accidentally' burnt myself on the frying pan at breakfast and then also 'accidentally' shut my leg in the car door while washing it. Renee sighed and rolled her eyes, but also said that she was worried about me and did I need to see someone about my clumsiness. I told her not to worry.

As soon as I had managed to get away from forcibly doing chores with Phil ("Oh, isn't he kind to help you like that, Bella?" Renee had gushed), I went up to my bedroom and pulled out my box of letters. I ripped another sheet out of my exercise book and began to write yet another one.

Edward.

Jacob knows. He knows about you and he knows about Phil and he knows about Leila. He knows everything. He wants me to report Phil to the police and he said that, if I don't, he will. I don't want Jake to get involved. He's been too good to me for me to repay him like this. He says that Phil's threats are empty and he doesn't really mean them, but he does. I know he does. He's not scared of Renee and he would hit her. He'd hurt her bad, especially because she thinks that she can trust him. That's why I can't tell her. I can't tell her anything.

But I can tell you. That's why I do this. You're still the only person I can trust with the truth. Not even Jake knows how truly bad it is. When will I get to see you again? I desperately want to, but I don't think I ever am. If I was holding out hope to see you again, I think that you would have come by now. If you knew what was happening to me, maybe you'd come and save me. Because you're not bad, I know that much. I also know that you don't think that, but you are good, Edward. Truly and honestly good. There are much worse people than you. People like Phil. And you think that you're a monster? Edward, I swear you see things backwards.

I sighed and paused from writing for a second. My back was resting against my wall, my shoebox full of letters next to me on the thin carpet. It was really quite comfortable here. I felt my eyelids drooping and I didn't fight it. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that I should hide the letters before I fell asleep, but I was too far gone to actually do it. So I slipped into a deep slumber, the letters beside me.

And that was quite possibly the worst mistake of my life.

I was roughly shaken awake a couple of hours later.

"Bella, wake up!" a voice hissed in my ear. My eyes flickered open and I already felt scared. It was Phil's voice. And it sounded furious.

"What have you done?" he growled, gesturing towards the letters that were now scattered across the floor.

"I was never going to send them," I whispered, the fear in my stomach increasing as I saw how mad he really was. I was in for it this time.

"I know. But just writing this crap is bad enough. What if someone had found it? HUH?" he yelled, "What would you have done then?" He grabbed my shoulder and squeezed down on my pressure point. I whimpered, knowing that screaming would just make it worse.

"I… I don't know!" I cried, struggling in his grip.

"But your friend knows, doesn't he? This Jacob? You prat!" he roared, "Just couldn't keep your mouth shut could you, you little piece of…" he dropped me and I fell to the floor with a shriek before he spat at me.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?" he put his face close to my own and growled menacingly.

I shook my head, too terrified to speak.

"I'm going to kill you so you can't breathe another word, and then your little friend will come to the same sticky end," Phil told me and I trembled with terror. Why hadn't I listened to Jake while I had the chance? Oh, please Edward, save me, I begged in my head.

"I don't know why you even bothered to write this, to be honest, Bella." He stood again and picked up the first letter he came across. Then he tore it, ripping it to little pieces. He repeated this with every letter he came across as he continued to talk to me, "This Edward doesn't love you anymore than I do. Why would he? He's probably just a figment of your imagination anyway. But, I've got news for you, Isabella; even your imagination doesn't like you. Nobody likes scum like you." He kicked me as he shredded the last of the letters and I sobbed quietly.

"Now," he growled looking at me and bending over to pick something up off of the bed. I gasped when I saw what it was.

"Say goodbye, Bella," he smirked. The afternoon sunshine poured through a gap in my curtains and glinted off of the sharp kitchen knife, blinding me in little rays as Phil advanced on me slowly. Then I only felt severe pain as the knife cut through my right shoulder and blood soaked my blouse.

I screamed out in agony, but then went silent as I felt my eyes begin to roll into the back of my head. The pain was excruciating, but through it I heard one last thing before I blacked out completely.

Someone screaming, shrieking, crying. They only called one word, but it was enough. Someone loved me. But it wasn't enough to make me wish I wasn't dying. I didn't care that I was dying. At least I wouldn't have to live anymore.

"Bella!" was the last word I heard the person shriek as I slipped into the darkness. And that was it. I was gone.

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Hey, guys, is that the worst cliffy yet or what??? Okay. Firstly, I'm sorry to leave it like that. And I'm sorry it it's so short as well, but, to make up for it, the next chapter's pretty long, okay? If I get reviews I'll put it up tomorrow ;)

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It was only a matter of time before Edward realised how much he needed to be with Bella and went back to her… even if he needed a little persuasion…

"I will never do that," he hissed, baring his teeth at me, "She's better off without me. She doesn't need a monster like me in her life. She doesn't want it." With that, he took off out of the window. He always did that whenever he needed some time to think without others thoughts intruding. He's run off somewhere and sit for hours on end sobbing tearlessly or thinking. Just thinking.

And yes, it's in Jasper's POV. I decided to totally go for it. You can read the whole thing in the next chappie and you will have to tell me what you think.

As usual, this is the part where I beg for reviews. I'm not going to do a huge paragraph for this chapter because (hopefully) you've read all of the others and know how much these reviews mean to me and you also know how thankful I am for all the reviews I get. Do you know what I'd love? I'd love to hit 200 for this, maybe even before the end? We can do it. Fingers crossed.

Also, the song quote thing at the start- do you like that?

Steph