A/N: Sorry for late updating. I've had a bunch of tests thrown on me. I'll try and be more active. Anyway, enjoy a peak into Edward's mind.

Special thanks to Tina101 for my first review. It means a lot to me. :]

And...still don't own Edward. He is Stephenie Meyer's. *insert expression of depression*

Component

Edward POV:

I lounged on the black sofa in my room, a habit I had taken to after school. My stereo was on, but the music emanating from the speakers wasn't providing the solace it always had. I leaned forward and flicked the knob with a swift movement, the abrupt silence almost eerie.

During school this morning the little high school of Forks had a surprise fire drill. Most students had been grateful for the short 20 minute reprieve of school. They had no idea just how tiring and tedious high school could be. Others were amazed that a town like this even needed a fire drill. Who needed hoses when you simply had the weather?

Our English teacher had grumbled over the interruption. His lesson planned ruined, he had no choice but to show another video, or come up with something quick. So, our lesson on grammar had transferred into discussion. What were the components of life?

Components of life were simple for humans, an easy class by far. As if that wasn't always the case. They answers were basic, but what surprised me was how I was applying them to my own life. Insignificant things that made me think. High school, my own purgatory from hell, had never done this before.

First of all, there was family. As much as people liked to believe, you could never survive on your own. I was offered a family from the start, but I had refused them. I quickly learned the truth, that I was an uncontrollable monster without them. They had saved me. Esme and Carlisle were the parents that I had barely had. I couldn't ask for more caring people. I loved my siblings as well. I wasn't terribly close to Jasper, and Rosalie just about hated me with almost every fiber of her being, but I loved them both in turn. Family was a funny thing. You could learn to love anyone that way.

Next, there was friends. Truth be told, we were all lacking in this component of life. Humans shied away from us, a feature they all shared. Something in their subconscious knew we were dangerous. We were friends with the Denali clan. Our family had never been social. We were friendly enough that each of us was a friend to another. A family full of friends.

Jasper walked quietly down the hall and paused at my door, confused by my current emotion. He couldn't put a name to what I was feeling, just as I could not.

Another component was nourishment. We didn't have the same need for food humans had. Technically, no longer feeding wouldn't kill us. I'd remembered how Carlisle had lived, alone, thinking killing humans was the only way. He had starved himself for a great length of time. We wouldn't die, but we would be monster consumed by thirst, attacking anything with a pulse. Water wasn't necessary, blood provided us with everything we needed.

Stability. This was a vague category, but necessary all the same. Mental stability, financial stability, emotional stability, the list was endless. I'd think that we were all mentally stable. We didn't need therapy, and our IQ's could have put any genius to shame. Financial stability was never a problem, and it never would be. If anyone had any idea how rich we actually were, we would have been the victim of robbers and petty criminals everywhere. Lastly, we had Jasper. In the emotions department, we were covered.

And of course, the component believed to be the important of all, was love. Not the love you shared with a family member or a pet, but they love that could only come with finding the person you were meant to grow with, to share your life. Your other half. That four letter word never ceased to confound me. I had observed it plenty, being surrounded by couples in my own house. I had read about it and seen it portrayed in movies many times. I had never felt it.

My inability to find a partner was a constant worry of my parents. Perhaps I had been changed too young, or maybe I had been to sick. It was possible, I suppose. I never missed love, for I had never found it. I can never miss what I had never had. There were occasional pangs of loneliness, but other than that I had deemed this component unattainable to me. I was fine with it.

The bell had rang shortly after, and the humans spilled out of doorways to the comfort of their cars, ready to be home. Here I was, just laying on my couch, waiting for another day to start. Same thing different day. Perhaps not, for the small town of Forks was expecting a new student. Isabella Swan, a now constant piece of gossip. Perhaps she would bring some excitement, some change to the gray schedule of endless existence. I snorted, highly doubting it. Humans were all the same.