Here's your second update!:)

PAUL'S POV

Sam told me to let her go, that she needed time to think. But I got that feeling that something wasn't right. Ten minutes after Michelle left, I couldn't sit still anymore. Finally, I decided to follow her. Something definitely wasn't right.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"Something isn't right," I growled, striding over to the front door.

"Paul, she just needs time."

"I know something isn't right okay? I'm just going to make sure she's alright," I said.

"I'm coming," Seth said, standing up.

"No man, just stay here."

"No. I care about Michelle, she's my friend," Seth insisted.

I sighed and walked outside, running down the street. I didn't have time to argue with Seth. He followed behind happily. The first place I looked was her house. The door was open, so I knew she either was, or had been, there. I followed her scent up to her room. There was dust everywhere and she left footprints on the ground from it. I could tell where she laid on her bed because the blankets were messed up. She went into her father's room next.

His entire closet was a mess. Shoe boxes were everywhere. She was obviously looking for something.

"Oh my god," Seth gasped, I whirled around, "Are these bullets?"

Seth was right. On the floor in front of him was an empty box of bullets. Oh no.

"Let's go," I said.

I ran down the steps, but something caught my eye. A note! There was a note on the kitchen table. I picked it up and began to read:

Whoever finds this,

By the time you read this, I will be gone. It probably doesn't matter to you though. It doesn't matter to anyone. But I'm going to be in a better place now. A place with my family. I have nothing left here to live for. I am nothing but a burden. I have one request. Please tell Paul, or if this is Paul, that I'm sorry. But you don't have to feel sorry for me. You don't have to worry about me anymore. My problems shouldn't have affected you. I am truly sorry.

Goodbye,

Michelle

The letter fell from my hands. Whirling around, I ran out the door with Seth on my tail.

"GO GET SAM!" I yelled behind me.

"Got it!" Seth said, running in the opposite direction.

Michelle's scent led all the way to the cliffs. I followed it, pleading to whoever was out there that it wasn't too late. Please don't let it be too late. When I reached the cliffs, I saw her. She was standing at the edge, looking out into the horizon. I breathed a sigh of relief, I want too late. I started to run up to her, but she turned around and I noticed the gun in her hand.

"Michelle stop!" I yelled over the sound of the rain and thunder.

"Don't come near me Paul!" she yelled back.

"Please Michelle! Don't do this!"

"Do what?" she asked sarcastically, slowly lifting the gun.

"Michelle don't!" I said, taking a quick step forward. That was a bad choice. The gun was to her temple, her finger on the trigger.

"Why Paul? Why not?" she yelled shakily, "I have nothing to live for! There's no point anymore!"

"What about me?" I said quietly, falling to my knees.

Her eyes connected with mine and her face softened. Her grip on the weapon loosened slightly.

"MICHELLE! STOP!" Sam yelled, running up to us.

Michelle's face hardened again and she gripped the gun tighter. She looked between Sam, Seth, Jared, and I accusingly.

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" she yelled to us, "I'm going to see my daddy."

"Please Michelle, don't do this!" I pleaded, "I love you. Please don't do this to yourself."

"Why do you care?" she spit.

"How could I not care? Michelle, you're the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me! You're beautiful and smart and funny! I love you so much!"

"Don't lie," she whispered.

"I'm not lying!" I promised, "Michelle, do you remember what your dad said to you before he died? He said to take care of yourself! Not to let this ruin your life! Do you think he'd want you to do this?"

"I-I-" she looked at me in confusion, still pointing the gun to her temple.

"Would you're mom want you to take your life? You're still young! Her life was taken from her! And yes, it was unfair and horrible. But you have a choice, your mom didn't!" I pleaded.

She looked like she was trying to make up her mind. Her hand was trembling, but she held onto the gun.

"Please Michelle," I whispered to myself.

She gasped for breath and the gun fell to the ground. I sighed in relief and ran as fast as possible to her, catching her as she passed out in my arms. I held her limp body close to me, breathing in her scent, savoring the sound of her heartbeat. She was alive and in my arms. Tears poured down my cheeks and sobs wracked my body.

"Paul!" Sam yelled, running up to up.

I held my hand out to stop them, "Stay away!"

I just held Michelle, so relieved that she was alive. I was trembling from fear. Fear that I almost lost her, that she was almost gone.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, pressing my lips to her forehead.

I began to panic when I felt her body turning colder in my arms. I looked at her face and noticed how sunken her cheeks were. She was so thin.

"W-we have t-to get her to a h-h-hospital," I said, wiping the tears from my face with the back of my hand.

"I'll drive," Sam offered.

When we reached the hospital, I ran ahead, carrying Michelle's limp body inside.

"S-she needs help," I told the nurse behind the desk.

"Can you tell me her name and age?"

"DID YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? SHE NEEDS A DOCTOR!" I yelled at the nurse, causing her to jump.

"U-um alright," she stammered, hitting a call button.

Five seconds later, six doctors came running out with a stretcher. I let them take her out of my arms and place her on it, putting a respirator over her mouth and nose. That's when her body started convulsing. She shook violently on the bed as the doctors tried to keep her still. My heart broke right then and there. I tried reaching for her, but Sam and Jared were holding my back and all I could do was watch them wheel the love of my life deeper into the hospital.

"MICHELLE!" I sobbed, my legs giving out from under me. I felt myself being dragged across the floor to the waiting room. Sam kneeled down in front of me.

"Paul, you need to calm down!" he growled.

"WHERE DID THEY TAKE HER?" I yelled, looking around wildly.

"Paul! Calm down!" Sam ordered.

Under the alpha command, my sobs subdued and I managed to pick myself up off the floor and sit in a chair. I put my head in my hands, running my fingers through my hair.

"Paul?" I voice called.

I looked up at Carlisle, the head leech, "W-what?" I didn't have the energy to be rude.

"I recognized Michelle, she's my patient. I'm sure that you're extremely concerned. I need you to answer a few questions for me. Please tell me everything that happened."

And so I did. I explained the change when her dad died, the person she became when Jesse was killed. I told him about the anorexia and bulimia, how she started believing she was fat and ugly. It told him how she got drunk in the bathroom at school and then found the gun. That she was going to kill herself, then passed out. I was crying again when I finished telling the horrible story. Sam had a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"I see," Carlisle said, writing something down on his clip board, "Alright Paul, I believe the reason Michelle just had a seizure-" I gasped when I heard this- "is because of the low blood sugar. It seems to me that she hasn't eaten in weeks. We are going to do everything we can to help her reach a full recovery. I would also like to recommend some therapy and she is going to remained hospitalized because of the suicide attempt. We will keep in touch."

Carlisle stood up and left, leaving me feeling slightly better. They were going to help Michelle, give her what she needed. And that's exactly what I needed.

Sad I know:( BUT, now everyone's going to help make her better:) and maybe their relationship will start to grow? That's all I'm gonna say;)

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