Chapter 2

BLACKOUT

I ran through the woods as fast as my little legs could take me, somehow running faster than I ever have in my life, as if the spirit was pushing me forward.

At the same time:

Angela's POV

Why? Why would she want to do that? Run away? But… could... oh my, could her life really be that bad? Just because, well why? Is Chief Swan abusive? No, I highly doubt that... Maybe its because of Edward. God knows how crushed she was when he left. I have to… Oh my, I have to call Chief Swan! Right now! Before she hurts herself!

I rushed to the phone, seeing as I had been pacing nearby, and quickly dialed Bella's home.

"Hello?" A worried voice asked. "Bella! Is that you?" Bella's father asked.

"Chief Swan? This is Angela Webber, a friend from school." I said, remembering that Bella had told me that she had pretended she was me, and called Chief Swan.

"Did you not just call me, Ms. Webber?" Chief Swan asked.

"Umm…." I didn't know what to say. Tell him the truth, or lie. If I told him the truth then Bella's plan would go down the drain, and she might be found and forced to live in misery again. If I lied, Bella could get seriously hurt and disappoint us all. And all over a guy? But then again, if Ben had left me, I would be in a cationic state too. She loves him. I conclude. And I love Ben. Love makes people do imaginable things. Lie? Truth? Lie? Truth?

Which ever I picked, it would hurt Bella in one way or another…

"No." I said, hoping I made the right choice.

"Excuse me? I don't seem to understand. Then… who was that.. that called-…. Oh my god! Bella! I'm sorry Ms. Webber, but did Bella call you? Did she tell you anything?" Chief Swan asked, frantic and worried.

I sighed. I feel so bad. "Yes, Chief Swan. She did, and she said… she told me… oh Bella…" I sighed, breaking down into sobs.

"What?! What did she tell you?!" Chief Swan asked.

"She… sob… said that… sob… she can't anymore and… sob… that she wanted to get out of… sob… here… that she hated this place… sob… and… and…" I couldn't finish my sobbing sentence.

"And what?! Tell me, what else did she say!?!" Chief Swan asked.

"She said she wanted to DIE!" I yelled, breaking down into tears, salty water cascading down my face, drowning my eyes with their bitterness.

I fell and blacked out, barley making out the screaming on the other line of the phone.

Go…

Help her…

These words, were my last wishes, before I let the darkness effulge me.

Yes, it is short. I'm sorry……..

Um, yes, hi. I have half a mind to shoot myself in the head for having the GUTS to submit this chapter, a year after. Well here's the thing. And I will not lie to you all. So, I broke my arm, yes, you heard that. And then, well I moved. To Europe. (Croatia, to be exact) On punishment. (Why Europe, you ask?)

Well, I was born there. And I have family there, so my parents thought it was smart to do so. And in the process my laptop was taken away from me.

I just returned 2 months ago, (and I have come to the extent that my 8 month trip was not a punishment, but a getaway while my arm healed; supposedly, Europe offers better medical services… :S) and am back into business. Bear with me while I get my English accent back, and TRY to make up my school year that's now down the drain.

Thank you, that's all I can say. Thank you to those who haven't forgotten me.

-lovelybella