Hey. I'm sorry it's been so long since I updated but I officially decided, a while back, that I am no longer going to be writing this story (Don't hate me!). This is what I had written out for chapter 3. As you can see I was about to write Alice but never ended up actually doing it. I would love it if any of my readers would like to take up this story; I would really enjoy reading it! In this chapter, the first plot line is layed out (that is if you want to add more plots, usually makes a better story). If any comments please comment on this story or message me. Hope you enjoy this!

Appearance

(Bella's POV)

This was not real. I have to be dreaming. Yeah, yeah, that's it. I fell asleep. I had a long a day with Jacob, especially after our time together and with what he told me. I was going to wake up any moment. This was a terrible nightmare. Worse than the dreams I'd been having. But, yet, it was so vivid…so real. "Wake up, Bella," I said aloud. Nothing happened. I could still hear the breathing on the other side of the phone.

"Bella, Bella, Bella…" he repeated my name over in satisfaction. "You're not dead. You're alive, breathing, you're heart is beating," I could feel the relief in his words as reality came falling harshly onto my shoulders. I was awake, and that was Edward on the other line. Edward Cullen. The Edward Cullen. My breath hitched in my throat, and I nearly fainted. Nearly, but not quite.

"E-Edward…It-it can't be you," I was barely able to stutter out in my lack of brain use.

"Bella…Bella. Why-why'd you jump? Why?" Edwards voice was full of sadness and distress.

At hearing this, my heart was shattered along the ground in a million pieces. Why would he be asking me this? He didn't care about me anymore. He shouldn't-and doesn't- have a care in the world in what I do. I was once just some playful toy that entertained him, but that was it. He ended are relationship when he became tired of me and I accepted it. I knew that I wasn't good enough for him and never would be. I had accepted that even though how much it hurt. He didn't want me. He wasn't calling to talk to me. He was calling for Charlie, to tell him he was sorry for my death. Such a gentleman. Such an act.

I became furious at the voice on the line. "For you!" I snarled into the phone with as much venom as I my voice could coat the words with. "It was for you, all you! Now never call this house again!" I tried to yell into the phone while trying to keep my voice down low at the same time so Charlie wouldn't hear. I slammed the phone down into the receiver, and barged my way up the stairs and through the door to my room.

I could feel the place where the hole used to be start throbbing, but, luckily, it did not go much further than that. It was still healed, and I was able to handle what pain it did emanate through my body. Unfortunately, the sheets on my bed were cold from abandonment and that didn't help fight off what it used to feel like in Edwards embrace, his cold stone body laying next to me every night. His arms wrapped tightly arou…Stop it Bella, stop it! Don't think about anything like that! I internally yelled at myself. I could feel the hole in my chest start to rip apart from the center and the pain was becoming agonizing. My breathing became ragged as it worked its way in and out of my throat. I needed to focus on something else.

Right now, I needed a warm pair of arms cradling me. Jake telling me that everything was going to be okay. I craved the murmur of sweet nothings in my ear. I needed to be loved and cared for right now. But, was it from Jake that I was craving the attention from? I wasn't sure. Maybe those arms didn't needed to be so warm. Maybe just a slight bit cooler. I couldn't believe I was thinking this. I had Jacob with me now. The one I did love. The one that would always be there for me. But…that was Edward on the phone. That was Edward being devastated over the idea that I had jumped. The pain in my chest started to subside a bit at the thought that there was the slightest chance that Edward still cared for me. Even of he didn't want me. Just that he cared.

I couldn't think this. It was tearing me apart in the most literal sense. What I thought was my hole healing, was actually it getting worse. This just couldn't be. I couldn't think any more. My mind became a haze as the hole in my chest ripped me to torturous pieces. I was finally able to sleep in the now heated up sheets of my bed as salty tears stained my flushed cheeks.

(Edward's POV)

Bella. Bella. Bella. She was alive. Bella. Bella. Bella. She still existed in this world. Bella. Bella. Bella. She jumped, but she lived. How? The weather was horrible from what Alice saw. The waters were too harsh for any human to survive through. What happened? It didn't matter. All I knew is that she was alive. Bella…alive. Bella…alive. That's all that I was able to think about: that Bella was alive. I shouldn't really care how she survived but something at the back of my mind nagged at me that I needed to know. And the reason she jumped. For me. She jumped for me. But then why would she yell at me to never call again? Every inch of my mind tried to solve this mystery, but just kept coming up blank. She didn't want to hear from me but yet she jumped for me. None of this was making sense.

I needed to see what was going on. I needed to see her. Bella. I needed to make sure that she was okay. Even if that meant that I didn't talk to her, or anything in that range of possibilities to let her know that I was there.

I shouldn't have ever left. It was the worst mistake of my life. No, my existence. I needed Bella. She was the air to the human in me. Without her, I was dying…dying from the inside out. My thoughts were constantly filled with poorly remembered images of her. No memory could ever catch the real beauty of the angel on earth. My angel. All I did was run with her in my mind. Running away from the pain. The pain that insisted on following me. It was reversed now. Pain was the predator, while I became the prey.

I ran so much I vaguely knew where I came to stop when Rosalie's call finally reached me. Not one call, but many calls. My family had tried to get a hold of me for months, but I never answered. I answered them a few times at the beginning, but it was the same thing each time, asking where I was and when I was coming back. I couldn't handle the questions anymore. I couldn't answer the questions when I didn't even know the answers myself. All I knew is that I needed to stay away for Bella's sake. She deserved a happy, normal life. That was something that I could never give her. If I would have stayed with her, and kept her human, I would have eventually slipped my control and hurt her. That was something that I could have never lived with. And, I couldn't bare the idea of changing her; robbing her of her precious soul and any possibility she would have at a normal life. I just wasn't able to do that to her. So, I decided to leave, no matter how much pain it caused me. And, the pain it did cause me was immeasurable.

When I finally answered Rosalie's call, I couldn't believe what she was saying. I nearly ran to the Volturi the instant Rosalie ushered the last words of Alice's vision. I believed Bella was really gone, and I felt like I was being ripped apart. Worse than what it had felt like to lie to and leave her. When I left her, I knew she was still on this Earth, living a happy, peaceful life of normality. Or, that's what I thought. I sat there and waited, waited until the right time. The right time for what, I didn't know. I just knew that I had to wait. And, waiting, saved my damned soul from further punishment. I waited, until finally, I knew what I had to do. I called beautiful Bella's house. Only to have had her answer and give my lifeless body some hope to believe in.

(Alice's POV)