AN: I'm dedicating this chapter toraining-on-music618. She gave me the best review… not that any of your reviews aren't fantastic, but when I read hers, my happiness just burst. ;] She knows what it means…

Edit: I decided to re do this chapter, because it was needed. It now follows the plot line better, and makes me able to continue the story.

Onward!

Bella's Point of View

I walked to the parking lot, fighting tears. As I stepped out from under the cover of the hallway, the rain started. I looked around to see girls running for cover in the hallway of the school, trying to shield their hair. I shook my head at them, the rain is good for you hair. It makes it soft…

My vision started to get black splotches, fading in and out. I reached my arm out and gripped the pillar next to me tightly, my other hand keeping my bag on my shoulder. I tried to blink the splotches away, but it didn't work.

My hair started to stick to my face as I looked up, and saw Edward walking towards me threw the black masses imposing on my vision.

"I wanted to apologize for everything today," he told me as I strained to hear it past the ringing in my ears. I stumbled back, and with every step I took, Edward took one too. "Bella, are you okay?"

I felt myself completely lose my grip on the pillar, and I started to fall.

My eyes closed as I started to fall back, I felt two hands grab mine. The hands steadied me, and I opened my eyes, but it didn't do much, because my eyesight had completely gone black. I blinked, trying to get the darkness to go away.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted in warning. "Edward, you need to keep everyone away from me." I spoke, pleaded, trying to keep my voice down. It felt as if I was wearing headphones with music playing loudly through them, it felt as if you needed to speak loudly for them to hear you, as if they had headphones on too.

I sat on the wet floor, letting my bag fall beside me, feeling the wet cool ground lower the heated temperature of my skin. I wiped my wet hair out of my face, and closed my eyes.

At once, there was a pain, as images flashed unto my mind; my mother telling me to get the big pot, as she sat outside on the porch step, looking at the rain, something that came once in every winter or fall. I brought the pot to her, my 7 year old arms struggling to carry the large thing. She took the weight off my hands and put the pot out on the yard. It soon started collecting rain.

"Just wait Bella, you'll see," She had told me.

The next morning, the pot was full of rain water. She picked it up, and it sloshed around onto our hard wood floors. She laughed, and tried to keep it steady as she pulled it into the bathroom. She set it into the tub and said, "Bella, get in the tub, and roll up your pants."

I gave her a look, but I did as she said. As I pulled my pants up, she started pulling my hair out of the pony tail I had it in. "Stay bent over like that okay?"

My hair fell out down, so it was hanging down. I saw her pick up the pot, and she slowly poured the cool water over my head. I yelped, and tried to pull away, but she told me to say. I heard the water splash onto the porcelain of the bath tub, and bounce back, sending drops onto my legs. I felt the water run through my toes, towards the drain.

The water completely drenched my head, and I lifted my hand wipe the water streaming on my face. My mom stopped pouring water, and told me, "Okay, now what I want you to do, is towel dry it, but not completely, okay? Then just leave it."

"Okay mom," I had told her…

I sat on the side of the tub, with my head still down. I pulled a towel off the bar and scooped my hair into it, along with the stream of water slowly trickling down. After I caught the stream in the towel, I started to dry my hair. As soon as it was damp, like mom asked, I left to go sit with her and watch Tv.

My mom tried to cook dinner, by then my hair had dried.

We sat at the table, and I brushed my hair out of my face.

"Mom! It's soft!" I told her. I had soft hair, but it wasn't this soft…

"That's what it does, there are people who think the rain will ruin their hair, they lie," she told me, smiling.

I smiled back and eat my dinner with my mom, having conversation with her, relishing how content I was.

Edward's Point of View (You know you love it… :D)

After I dressed, I walked out to the parking lot, looking for Bella. What the team had done was wrong. I might be a player, but that was very wrong…

Apologizing was the only thing my mind would come up with.

I looked around, and I saw Bella with her hand steadying herself on a pillar. I walked a bit faster towards her.

As I got to her, I said, "I wanted to apologize for everything today." She stumbled a few steps back, and I took the steps with her. "Bella, are you okay?"

Her fingers let go of the pillar, and she started to fall back. I grabbed her hand, and picked up the other hand to steady her more.

"Don't touch me," she said, and I dropped her hands like they were made of fire. She looked towards me, blinking her eyes furiously. "Edward," she called, "you need to keep everyone away from me."

I looked down at her as she sat on the wet floor, with her bag sitting next to her. She wiped her face and tilted her face up to the sky, letting the rain fall on her closed eyelids.

She fell back so she was lying on the floor, and she groaned, she thrashed, and kicked.

She moaned and clutched her head. She arched her back and pressed her lips together, only letting a whimper through. The whimper escaladed, until tears were falling down her face, mixing with the rain and she was sobbing loudly.

I couldn't bear to watch her suffer like this. I walked towards her, and tried to pick her up, but she just rolled over brought her knees to her chest, clutching them for dear life. She moaned and rolled back over, into my arms. I lifted her and looked up to see a bunch of people, a crowd, looking at us. I started to walk with Bella in my arms, and they all parted out of my way. I brought her to my car, and gently laid her out in the back seat of my Volvo.

She moaned and stretched out on the back seat. It was only a few inches to small for her, but she made it seem like it was the end of the world.

I ran and got her bag from the wet floor before going back to the driver's seat, my head and the shoulders of my jacket drenched. I tossed her bag into the passenger seat, next to mine, before I looked back to her, seeing her hold her head and let out a gurgled yell, coming from the center of her chest.

I turned around, starting my car, and pulling out of the parking lot quickly. I took back streets so I could get home faster, running a few stop signs.

I finally stopped at a stop light, because it was at a larger intersection. I turned back to look at Bella, and as soon as my eyes set on her, she screamed, clawing at her face and neck, and tugging at her hair.

I reached back and pulled her hands towards her sides. She pulled away from me, scrambling so she was sitting up, her eyes looked around franticly. She pulled her knees toward her chest, and she panted hard. Her eyes closed again, but it seemed like they were never open. A honk made me jump and look forward. The light had turned green.

I drove home quickly. After I pulled into my driveway, I got out of the car.

I went around to the side where her head was, about to open it and take her out when she started pounding her feet on the side of the door panel. I gasped, running around to the other side, desperate to save my car.

I opened it just as she was about to kick again, and looked at the door frantically. There was a… scuff. I fell to my knees and looked at the black scuff on my grey side panel forlornly, swiping my hand along the pitiful looking thing.

I looked away in pain, and went to care for Bella. I pulled her out by her feet until they dangled over the end of the seat, then I grabbed her hand and pulled her up into a sitting position, praying to anything out there she wouldn't scream while I held her. As I scooped her up bridal style, I looked at her face. My nose crinkled on it's one, while I looked at the puckered scar on her cheek.

As I tried to imagine what she would look like without her scars… She would look glorious…

"Edward? What are you doing?"

I looked up at my mother's face. "Mom, she… I don't know, but I think it the same as the episode she had before, the other night."

"Well, get her inside," she said, holding the door open for me. I carried her to the white couch and took off her shoes do she wouldn't get the couch dirty.

Odd, I'd be worried about the cleanliness the furniture, when someone was suffering on that furniture.

"I'll phone Charlie, tell him his daughter is here," my mom told me, before leaving the living room to get the other phone.

I faintly hear her great Charlie at the station, when Bella moaned, and her moan turned into a sob, and her sob turned into such a high pitched scream, it sounded like someone was taking a chainsaw to her stomach, while she was fully awake and aware.

My mom ran in and dropped the phone. She tried to hug Bella, but it didn't go well. She avoided Mom as much as she could, finally slapping her across the face. I gasped at well as my mom, I looked towards her, and she had her hand caressing her cheek. I stood from the arm chair I had settled into, and walked to my mom, wrapping my arms around her. Although she was normally the one to comfort my for whatever reason, she turned into my embrace, and sighed contently before pulling away, with a slight smile.

"Should I call your father? Tell him to come home?" She asked me.

I nodded, and looked at Bella as she rolled to her side on the couch, and I noticed her hair fall over her face. I had the urge to brush her hair away from her face and caress her own cheek, similar to what my mother had done earlier.

I looked away, trying not to fall into temptation, and I called to my mom, "Hey, mom, I'm going to go up and do homework. Will you tell me when dad gets home, or if she wakes up?"

"Sure, dear," she called back, but I hardly heard her, as I ran up the stairs, skipping steps on the way, completely forgetting that I need my backpack, which was in my car, to do homework.

I got to my room and shut the door tightly, before closing my eyes and picking a random CD from one of the shelves. I popped it in without looking and laid on my couch listening to the strumming of the guitar as the song started.

AN: If anyone wants to know, Edward is listening toManchester Orchestra- Shake It Out.

Edit: I decided to re do this chapter, because it was needed. It now follows the plot line better, and makes me able to continue the story.