A/n: Just to be clear for some confused people, I'm mostly writing in third person point of view. (The narrator knows all the casts thoughts and feelings)

But since it has been raised to my attention that it is getting a bit muddled (especially since my line breakers are randomly choosing to not comply) I'll be sure to make it clear-er whose POV it is. *Shrugs*

Thank you: BOOF21, Winterstar101, & nocturn15!

And to a specific Anonymous review, I don't like threats. If you don't like something fine, it's America and free right of speech and all that. But you don't threaten not to read someone's work just because you don't like something. You would do very well to remember that.

Other than that, thank you for your critique!

Enjoy!

Isabella

Instead of her usual hallucination of a pleading angel that was her husband beside her, it was Jacob that appeared as she was casually dangled over yet another cliff.

The surprise had barely lasted a full second before Isabella found herself laughing, to the best of her ability despite the flexing hold on her neck.

The cycle was truly complete now, all she was missing was—

She fell.

The immense discomfort of water filling one's lungs and nostrils before her brain realized that now was not the time to be laughing was a powerful shock to her system.

She wondered if she was a junkie for adrenaline, and maybe that was why the fall into the ocean didn't feel as though she'd been smacked with a glass door when she burst through the surface of the water and down into its frightening depths.

Eyes wide and unseeing she simply floated as the last remnants of her kinetic energy bounced around, off, and back into her. The water shimmered, before stilling and dispersing.

Jacob floated next to her, his beautiful skin glowing as he smiled and folded his hands behind his head.

"Take a picture Bells, it'll last longer," he chortled, his form shaking.

Isabella simply stared at him, too many words stuck in her throat.

"I miss the old you. Although cliff-diving is an interesting way to find yourself.." He grumbled before resuming his odd lecture.

"But this," he shook his head while sitting up, "You know this is dumb Bella," he frowned, and leaning in her face, just like old times. She couldn't even find it in herself to care.

"Edward left you, Bella, he left you again, but this time as your husband," he sneered disgustedly and grimaced before focusing on her with too much intensity in his dark eyes.

Her eyes burned with tears she couldn't seem to let go of at the reminder. She wanted to cry and cower behind closed eyelids and his heated embrace, but her eyes were burning uncomfortably.

He sighed, running a hand through his gorgeous, long hair. She was surprised he had let it grow so much. She honestly liked him better with longer hair. It reminded her of his youthful innocence before she had ruthlessly ripped out his heart, and thrown it back at him for another now unattainable and undead one.

"Now is not the time to turn into a..a fucking zombie Bella. You need to get your head back in the gear. Your gonna be a great mother Bells..Even if it is the bastard's spawn in you.." he trailed off angrily before smiling and brushing his lips against her numb knuckles.

"Listen, I'll always love you, Bella. Remember that," he said abruptly as he clenched her freezing torso into a crushing hug.

He let go before she could choose to embrace him or push him away. "But you're a mother now." He laid a warm hand in her stomach, his eyes unreadable. "Don't murder them, Bella. Don't you dare die on me, Isabella Marie Swan. You didn't live through a fucking newborn attack just so you could die as the girl who-got-pregnant."

Only then when Isabella mustered up the courage to say something, anything to this Jacob did his image fade into true darkness, leaving her heart stuttering as her survival instincts kicked in full gear.

Gasping, drowning, she burned for air. Isabella clawed her way towards the top of her would-be watery grave, her lungs burning, her stomach churning with fear. Her mind was running on instinct, as she kicked off her flip-flops and forced her tired, thin arms to move dammit!

She was not going to die this time, not now, not ever! She had kin to care for. Jacob was right, she was throwing her-their lives away. Edward hadn't appeared, Jacob had.

Edward had insisted on marriage. Edward had insisted on waiting. Edward had insisted on allowing Alice to make her into a Bella-Barbie. Edward had impregnated her and left her. Painfully proving that Edward had truly abandoned her in both physical and mental planes.

She was truly alone.

And on that note, she kicked her legs harder, finally breaking through the water. Luckily the ocean was calm, so she didn't have the repeat of being dragged under. She coughed and wheezed, every crevice on her face burning with dehydration.

She wasted no time and began to swim with painfully slow strokes back towards the island with a single-mindedness type of determination fueling her rapidly beating heart.

Kate was not one to give up.

She couldn't stand helplessness either. But she was definitely feeling both. Normally she wasn't one to allow other, unnecessary emotions to rule her.

She knew better than that.

Yet hopelessness was all she felt when she looked around the Cullen's empty house. She was horrified to see the sporadic pictures of every Cullen decorated on the glass tables. To make matters worse she could definitely smell the all to the familiar stench of humans.

Sweaty, gross humans. As in, there must've been a small horde of men trampling through their house.

Her guess was that they were uninvited, probably taken some things and the photographs made things worse-they had photographs from the 1800s to present.

Which could only mean one thing: that more humans were exposed to their secret. She pinched her nose and growled in frustration.

"Fucking Vegans!" She swore.

What was wrong with them?

The complete disrespect for the most sacred law of Vampirism was almost enough to make her want to run to the Volturi.

But Kate could and would handle her it.

She was sure she wouldn't be able to all of this on her own. She sighed, running her fingers through her shoulder-length, ginger hair.

She would need to bring out the big guns.

"Hey, Boss! Listen we have a slight problem on our hands."

a/n:

Tbh I think Bella was definitely suicidal. I mean in regular relationships girls cry and throw things after a particularly bad break up. But wanting to go cliff diving just to hear his voice was a bit nutty.

So in NGCS my Bella will be a not-so-secretly-but-will-be-treated-as-a-secret suicidal person.

Red Eye's will be taking her professional-athletic-suicidal tendencies and morphing them into something healthier… any ideas?

Rage is too cliché, but righteously justified..and numb is her self-harming default Mechanism...

See you soon Lovers!