*I never owned Twilight, but I love to mutilate its characters!*

Hey! I'm so excited, I can update! Ooh yeah! Let's do a little dance….. Oh, I shouldn't have had all that sugar, well, enjoy!

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The specks of crumbled plastic fell from my fingers and onto the floor, littering the carpet so that it looked like a storm of burnt charcoal had blown through the tiny room.

There was a knock at my door but I didn't get up to open it. She could probably break it down if she wanted to, they both could. But then they'd probably go to jail, or maybe not.

Alice wasn't that dumb. She could clean up any mess; she could make the crime scene of a World War attack look like nothing more than a freak accident.

Heck, she was the one who helped me last year. She was the one who faked an alibi for Bella's injuries, the injuries she had received because of the sadistic vampire who wanted to torture her to death. Wanted to torture her because of me.

I squeezed the remote harder, so that the fine dust floated slowly and settled lighter.

Alice banged on the door again. "Edward, I know you're there," she growled.

I didn't answer, though I could think of more than a few things I wanted shout at her. I didn't say them though, like I wanted her to hate me too.

I destroyed the last of that T.V. remote and switched to the one for the V.C.R. I started with its buttons first. I tore the dull, red rubber from the grey plastic and threw them against the wall with such force that when they bounced against the linoleum, they jumped up to hit the ceiling.

I stared at the scattered pieces for a few moments then reached out and dissected the remote itself along the middle. I pulled out the wiring that lined it, and detested the fact that I knew exactly how it worked. It acted as a sign to how much I knew, a sign to how much time I had spent studying those mundane things that meant close to nothing to me. Nothing compared to what I had been waiting for.

What I had lost.

I threw the parts out the open window and looked down at what I held in my hands. The two AA batteries were probably years old, ancient. But that didn't mean much to me; if anything it made them more symbolic.

I picked one up in each hand and held them by the tips of my fingers. In one swift move and crushed them in my palms and then rubbed them together hard, to make sure I had gotten it all.

I let the dust run from one hand to the other before I tossed the pile out the window, where I could hear it land on the other garbage. Where its heart landed with its body.

"Edward, please open the door."

I hissed like an animal. Like a monster.

"Edward, I know you're upset but please, you're not helping anything by acting all depressed."

Gosh, I wanted her to shut up! I wanted her to go away, and never bother me again. I wanted her to leave me alone, I wanted her to disappear!

I didn't realize how hard I had been grasping the arm of the couch and was quite surprised when it broke off and fell on the floor.

"Crap," I muttered, though I found that deep inside I didn't care at all.

"Edward?" It was Jasper this time. "Edward can you please open the door? Alice is about to commit vandalism."

I sighed very loudly and very long before I took the hotel room card and slid it across the floor. It glided under the door and Jasper picked it up.

They were beside me in an instant.

Alice glanced around. "Nice room you booked," she muttered disapprovingly.

I growled so loud that the flock of birds that had made themselves comfortable in the tree outside, scattered instantaneously.

"Sorry," Alice said at once.

I made no comment to let her know if I had accepted her apology or not.

"Edward," Jasper said, trying to grab my attention, for I had found a forgotten sandwich under the couch and I was pounding the stale bread.

There were so many old things in this room.

"Edward, I know you're feeling terrible right now and I know you don't want to hear anything we want to say, but you have to see some reason."

Reason? I thought. Where was there reason in any of this? Where was there reason in a love story that had suddenly turned off coarse?

"Edward you have to move on," Alice insisted. "You told her to."

That did it. I straightened up and lunged at her, grabbing the collar of her shirt and guiding her to the wall. I held her up as I spat in her face. "Don't you think I know that?! Don't you think I hate myself for that!?"

Jasper had me in his grasp before I could do any real damage, and I was shocked when I realized I had wanted to. He threw me against the other wall and then stood in a protective position in front of Alice.

"Stay away from her -" he started, but I didn't let him finish.

He was rebuking me? They were the ones who followed me. They were the ones who more or less stalked me and badgered me for the past three and a half hours.

"Stay away from me," I snapped. "You're right; I don't want to hear what you want to say. I don't care."

How could I? How could I possibly care about anything anymore?

For the person who I had cared about most had outwardly told me that those feelings were no longer mutual.

"Edward, I'm so sorry," Alice whispered quietly. She looked like she would have been crying if she could.

I nodded, it was the most I could do to apologize to her as well.

I forgive you.

I nodded again.

Jasper calmed down as he felt my emotions settle. He carefully stepped away from Alice and walked up to me. "Bella has the right to move on," he said, and held up a hand when I started to protest.

Let me finish, he begged.

I sat down woodenly on the couch.

"Bella has the right to do whatever she wants, she has your permission," he continued. "Alice is right, you told her she should and you can't blame her for listening to you."

I opened my mouth again. I didn't want to hear what he was going to say, I already knew it. I knew he thought I should give up. He thought I should let her go, like I could do that so easily.

But he surprised me when his thoughts suddenly veered in a whole new direction.

"But just because you said all that, doesn't mean you should accept it."

I looked up at him in shock. He was standing right in front of me and his arm was rapped around Alice's waist, as though he was holding her up and with it everything that mattered to him.

"What should I do?" I begged.

He looked at Alice and then turned back to me.

"You should fight for her."

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