Dear Edward,

I didn't talk to Alice for a week after the party, neither have I go back to school. I don't want anyone to get word about what happened. I don't know how much Mike was told, or how true any of it was. I hated being the girl that couldn't get over her boyfriend, but I don't want to be the girl that went and banged the first guy she could afterwards. But I think the worst part is that I was suppose to start two days after the party. I'm a week late. I took two tests, and they both said the same thing: I'm pregnant.

The day I found out I went to Alice. She was the only one who knew what happened, and was the only one that I could tell about the baby. I told her that I wasn't keeping it, and as pro-life as she is, she agreed that it was the best choice in the situation and would go with me. I'm scared, really. I know I should tell someone else, but I can't bring myself to do it. Charlie and I don't connect any more, and no one else was really close to me. I'm going to a clinic in Seattle tomorrow, and I've already set it up so they don't try to find any family. I told them Alice was my sister and all I had left, and they seemed to believe it.

I can't get any sleep anymore. Before I would get some, and wake up from the nightmares, but now I can't even close my eyes. I lay in bed all night thinking about what happened and how much different it would be if you were here.

I love you.

Bella