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I started running. After a few minutes, I stopped. Trying to calm down, I realized the rashness of my previous actions. How could I be so stupid? They would never trust me now! I forced myself to think. What should I do now?

I decided to stay in the woods for a while. It would be hard for them to find me, and even if they did, I could just take off. I headed deeper into the forest. I crossed the river, and all of a sudden I was thrown to the ground.

A huge wolf was circling around me, growling. I tried to stand up, and it forced me back down to the ground. The huge gray wolf leaned down, snarling.
I tried to back away, and it pounced on me. I shrieked as it tried to get a hold on my head. I grabbed its muzzle and pushed it away from me, it's jaws snapping. I threw the dog off me with a burst of energy, and I grabbed my backpack. Sprinting off into the woods, I heard the wolf behind me. Turning around, I saw two more join in the chase. I whipped my head back around and ran even harder, but it wasn't enough.

I was slammed into the ground face first from behind by huge paws. I inhaled dirt and soil, and I coughed as I felt myself being flipped onto my back by large hands.

I was looking up into a handsome, tan face. The face was scowling, and he dropped me back down to the ground.

"A cold one." He said, glaring at me. "Do what you want with her, Paul."
The huge gray wolf I had seen before stepped out of the shadows. It bared its teeth at me, and leaped.

I was thrown like a rag doll against a tree, and I felt my head smack against it. Suddenly becoming dizzy, I vaguely saw the wolf coming at me again. It started tearing at me, and I felt my left hand ripped away. Screaming, I clutched at the stub that used to be my wrist. Then, I felt a sharp tugging in my right leg. I shrieked and tried to get my appendage away from the wolf. The tugging became harder, and I started to feel a pain near my hip. I saw the wolf through a haze of pain. I felt myself being flinged high, high, up in the air.
My head felt like it was being shattered as I fell back into the ground. I was repeated smashed against the ground until I felt no more pain. I felt cracks all over my body, and I struggled to breathe, my breaths uneven and rapid.

"Paul! Stop!" My eyelids flickered open in the possibility of a savior. "Take her back to their side of the border. She's one of them- we can't hurt her anymore."

I was flying through the air, and hit the rocks on the other side of the River with a thud. Something hard hit my face. My hand.

I heard the wolves go away, but I still struggled to open my eyes. Eventually, they opened fully, and I noticed that it was dark out. I grabbed my hand and tried to attach it back onto my wrist, with no avail. Panic flickered through me. What if it was gone forever? I tried for another hour or so, and then I gave up. There was nothing else I could do. I moved painfully to my feet. Which direction should I go in? I decided on going along the river. The wolves were gone, so I might not have anymore trouble. Anyway, I wouldn't be going on that side of the river ever again.

As I began to walk, my right leg collapsed beneath me. I shrieked in pain as my back hit the sharp stones again. Trying to straighten out my oddly bent leg, I heard footsteps I the distance. Was it the wolves?

Panting, I tried to stand again, but fell back to the ground with another cry. I was trembling from head to toe. Was it normal for vampires to feel pain? And to shiver?

I could make out Emmett's face in the gloom. He was suddenly right next to me, propping me up from the ground. The movement caused even more pain, eliciting a moan.

"Bree, what hurts? Oh my God..." He said, trailing off as he saw my hand and my leg.

"I'm gonna get you back to Esme and Carlisle, you'll be ok, Bree." He said, picking me up all the way. I shrieked, my shrill voice carrying through the forest.

"I don't want to go back, Emmett, leave me here, please..." I groaned, as he started running.

"Yeah, right." Emmett snorted, but looked at me worriedly when he thought I wasn't looking. We ran for a few minutes. I was in too much pain to say anything else.

Soon, I could make out lights in the distance. As we neared them, I could make out the Cullens' house too. I closed my eyes briefly, and when I opened them, Emmett was barging in the doorway.

Through half- closed eyelids, I could see Esme running towards Emmett and I. My head fell against Emmett's shoulder.

"Everyone is out searching, I stayed behind in case one of you found her, what's wrong with her? Is she hurt? Emmett, tell me what's wrong!" Esme said in one whole breath.

"The wolves got her. I'm going to leave her here, I'll go find Carlisle and the others." He gently laid me down on the couch. I whimpered a little involuntarily. Esme was beside my side in an instant. She stroked my hair gently, and I opened my eyes again.

"There there, dear. Just relax, everything will be fine..." I kept on staring at her. No, nothing would ever be right again.

I stared outside for a while, and my eyelids began to close again. I heard feet from about a quarter mile away. Most of the family running back. Esme continued to stroke my hair as they entered. Soon, Carlisle was beside me. He sounded grave.

"Her hand was torn off, and her leg is almost off her body. I'm afraid I'll have to tear it off to be able to reattach it. This is going to hurt, Bree."

Someone's hand found it's way into my right palm. I clutched it tightly, afraid of what was to come.

Pressure built around my hip for a few seconds, and then pain exploded. I shrieked, and gasped as I felt my whole right leg ripped off of me. For a few minutes, I felt a weird sensation around the place where my leg should be. Eventually, I felt vibrations as my leg connected back onto my body. I sunk back into the couch as Carlisle fiddled with my left wrist. Finally, my left hand twisted back onto my arm. I opened my eyes slowly.

Carlisle was looking at me with worry, his brows knitted together. Alice was holding my hand, biting her lip. I heaved myself upright on the couch, Carlisle helping me.

"Does your leg feel right?" He asked softly, avoiding my gaze.

"Yes, thank you." I replied politely.

Alice sat down next to my and rubbed my shoulder. "We should have told you about the wolves."

Yeah, you should've. Then I wouldn't have had have my body torn apart. I thought, but quickly reprimanded myself; it was my idea to leave. I scooted a little farther away from Alice.

"No, it's fine. It was my decision to leave, anyway." I muttered, gazing at the pattern on the rug like it was actually a piece of art. Which, technically, it was.

"Can I go up to my room?" I asked, after no one had said anything in response.
Esme nodded, and joked. "As long as you don't sneak out again!" I offered her a half smile, and painfully limped up the stairs quickly. I could feel the stares of Esme and Carlisle and Edward as I disappeared from the landing at the top of the stairs.

I leaned against a wall, heaving a sigh. Then I continued on until I hit my room. The note I had left had been opened, and had obviously been passed around by the Cullens, as it was wrinkled and frayed around the edges.

I pushed it off the bed, and fell back onto it. I closed my eyes once more, and thought. Did this mean that they forgave me? You know, how they healed my leg and hand? I almost tore my hair out in frustration- this was getting way too confusing.

I stayed on my bed for most of the night, just thinking.

And then I opened my eyes again. I felt a presence in my room. Someone was here.

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