It's four in the morning, still dark outside, I awake to hear Charlie pull out of the drive, and it's silent except the hammering rain Forks is renowned for. I didn't bother with dressing or putting on shoes as I flew out of the house at breakneck speed. It was suffocating me, the stillness and quietness of the air. The house smelt stale- like death. I couldn't breathe, as if the silence was pressing down on me.

The air smelt like sorrow, bitter and empty.

I stood in the pouring rain gasping for air and reason, and then started to run. The rain pelted my skin, like sharp, icy needles as my feet pelted the ground, with ever growing speed. The forest flashed past, and the road bled behind my bare feet. I didn't think, I didn't feel- not even the rough stones under the soles of my frozen feet- I just ran, barely even breathing. But what I was running towards or from was still a mystery.

The streetlamps cast an orange glow on the morning- it reflected off the puddles, black and gold, glittering and dancing across my vision. I slowed my pace for a second trying to see the white blur that I though had past me by, but as soon as the drumming heartbeat in my ears started to fade it was replaced by a much worse sound, the screaming that never stopped calling me back to the past.

Then I looked round at my surroundings, I was surprised to find myself on the outskirts of Forks, on the bridge over the river Aire. The water rushed under my feet, puckered by the rain, roaring with power and soul. All I could hear was screaming and the rivers cries- Bella, down here, wouldn't you like to feel the cold water soothe your tired limbs, wouldn't drowning be a noble death, Bella…

And all I wanted was to listen to the voice, to rest my soul.

"Shut up, shut up" I yelled angrily trying to cover my ears. Battling against my conscience, it's okay Bella it's all in your head- you do have a choice. Exactly what Edward had said in my dream? Circles with in circles I noted dimly. Everything was connected. The earth, Edward, The River and I.

Then I knew why my feet had carried me so far away from home, and how I would die. It would be a slow death, full of fear and struggle as I tried to make my way to the surface battling against the current. No less than I deserved. I couldn't even swim- although I heard it's better to drown that way, not trying so hard to fight it, maybe I'd even be lucky and hit my head on a rock?

Still breathing hard I pulled my self up onto the wall of the bridge, balancing atop the slippery stone. I was almost dancing as my feet pattered nimbly, taking me towards the centre of the bridge. All the blood rushed to my head when my foot slipped on a patch of moss, but I quickly righted myself, my pounding heart the only evidence for my slip.

I paused facing the sky, steeling myself for the fall. The rosy glow of an early morning sunrise started in the distance, an ironic symbol of hope before my death. It would be easy to die I thought, like sleeping, no worry, no pain. Just oblivion waiting for me.

"Goodbye" I whispered, my voice ragged torn with tears, and I flung myself of the bridge. And then I was flying, not falling- I'd been falling all of my God damned life. And I hit the water with a smack, it was dark and colder than I'd imagined. I forced my muscles to relax, letting my body be carried down the river like a rag doll, I hit rocks but felt no pain- all I could think was of was having the huge burden I carried being removed from my weary shoulders.

My eyes flickered open in panic, and I saw the black water surrounding me, I waited and waited for the end to come. Pictures of Charlie flashed in my head, and of the Cullen clan- people I had come to call my friends, let the go I thought, let them all go.

But then I heard a call that chilled me deeper than to the bone, right though to my soul. "Jesus…Bella" I heard before being dragged under again. Then I felt a pair of strong arms lift my limp body from the water and pull me roughly up the grassy bank. As my vision cleared, I saw Edward's face and boy did he look angry- it was nice to see something so familiar. I smiled sadly and started to cry.

"I'm so sorry Bella, Jesus are you okay" He looked old and tired standing above me, all his bravado replaced with concern and regret. "I didn't mean to startle you, I should have been more careful." He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Can you forgive me?"

That confused me, he thought it was his fault? But I'd jumped. He must have been creeping up behind me and assumed I'd fallen in shock. I started to laugh hysterically, how could I tell him? He wouldn't understand. I laughed until my ribs hurt, and tears continued to stream down my face, eventually he started laughing too, slowly at first a low rumbling in his chest until it exploded into equally hysterical giggles, breaking though the murky air that suffocated me.

Eventually we stopped laughing, and started shivering. He sat down on the grass beside and put his arm around my shaking shoulders. Together we watched the sun rise, something never though I'd have to watch again. And I'd never felt more alive.

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