Chapter 1

APOV

I walked around the kitchen looking for something to do, something to clean. Esme and I have already cleaned this place spotless. I've never really liked this 'vampires can't sleep at all' thing.

I picked up a glass vase, suppressing the urge to sigh, a human habit I never was able to give up, when a wall of blackness hit me, head on, as if I were having another vision. I felt the vase fall from my numbing hands as my mind searching for the source of the vision, the source of the blackness.

Then it hit me.

Punched me right in the chest.

It was Bella.

The vision was about Bella, and I couldn't feel, hear or see anything

Something was wrong.

EPOV

Playing my piano softly to myself, I drifted off into my own little day dream. I imagined about my Bella. I thought of all the possibilities we would have had, if only I were human. If only I wasn't a vampire. If only-

Crash!!!!!

I turned around , just in time see the glass vase shatter onto the kitchen floor into millions of pieces and I look up to see Alice's mouth hanging open, her eyes glazed over as she saw a glimpse of future. Jasper ran into the room, seeing her fall into a paralyzed heap on the floor. "Alice!!!!" Jasper hissed and looked at me automatically, seeking for any sign of might have went wrong. I quickly searched through her mind. Looking for any information to see what had crushed her with such a powerful force. I kept looking but all I saw was a black nothingness, a little too late, the realization hit me with the same bone crushing force. It was my Bella.

Something was terribly wrong.

BPOV

I glared at my reflection in the mirror as I tried to button my jeans again. After 10 minutes of this is was practically seeing red. I would have to call Alice-

My phone began to play the stupid ring tone that Alice had put on it. I use to like it, even a couple of weeks ago, but now, it's shrill ring made me want to throw myself off a cliff. I lunged at the phone, trying to make it shut up.

"What?!" I paused for a moment. When did I get so mean?

"Bella, are you ok?" good question.

"yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"I can't see you."

"well no shit Sherlock. I'm at my house. You're at your house. Of course you can't see me."

"Bella, I mean in my visions. I can't see your future." I froze. This can't be good…

"What does that mean?"

"Bella, Edward's coming over to Charlie's house, to check on you. Because normally stuff like this means you need to be protected and-"

"Alice, stop rambling and answer my question." she didn't answer me for two beats, then she sighed.

"Bella… when someone's future disappears it normally means… it normally means that they're dead." Yeah, that would cause some vampires to worry.

"Well. That changes things." I said, repeating the words I told Edward in the forest the day that he left me.

Last year, three days after my dreadful eighteenth birthday, Edward uprooted all of the Cullens' lives and left Forks faster then you could say spoons. It broke me into pieces. They were gone for months, five to be exact, but not all months completely sucked. Charlie began to have Jacob and Billy over for dinner during the fifth month, hoping that I would stop sulking. For once, Charlie was right. Jacob and I got closer and closer to each other. Most of my night were spent in his garage learning about cars and their engines. I wasn't aloud to touch anything. He was sure I was going to break something or probably hurt myself. Eventually one of those nights he told me he loved me. It made my heart squeeze in happiness, and it made me think that maybe I was healed. Maybe I really was gonna be ok. Maybe I was ready to let Edward go.

And then he left. Just like Edward, but even worse. My Jacob disappeared and left me. He crushed all my hope and spirit of ever getting better, and left my heart in smaller pieces, taking any hope with him. He left me desperately clinging to the numbness and denial I had once craved. I had to see the hatred in his eyes as he walked side by side with Sam and the rest of his cult. I went to go talk to him, try to yell some sense into him, but… he didn't even look me in the eyes. He just told me to turn around and to never come back.

That's when the nightmares came back.

And that's when I realized that I could've loved Jacob Black. If he had just stuck around, given me some more time to heal, maybe he would've seen that I do love him.

After a couple nights of sulking about Jacob, someone woke me up before the nightmare could get worse. I would wake up screaming with tears running down my cheeks and wake up my dad for the millionth time.

Although I was grateful this person woke me up before I could get more into my nightmare a shiver of fever ran down my spine as I opened my eyes to see Edward, but I quickly pushed that irrational feeling to the side.

Ever since that night I got my family back, but I lost my best friend.

Which was why, if Alice was right and I might die, all I could think about was my ex best friend.

"Don't worry Bella. Edward will be their soon." I know that was supposed to be a comfort but it wasn't helping anything.

"Yeah. Ok," I said before snapping my phone shut. I tossed my phone on my bed and looked down at the jeans that don't fit me anymore. I threw my head back and groaned.

"You ok Bella?" Charlie questioned. I growled.

What the fuck?

I don't growl. I'm human. I shook my head out to clear my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm ok." I yelled. As Charlie was talking at me I went against my morals and fished for my sweats that I put in my hamper. I frowned as I pulled off the super tight jeans and smiled as the comfortable warmth of sweats engulfed my legs. That's when I realized Charlie was still talking. I rolled my eyes and bounced down the stairs, smiling brightly as I reached the bottom without tripping or falling.

One good thing about my growth spurt? Gracefulness.

"I'm sorry Charlie. I couldn't hear what you said."

"I said that the station called and they're going to need me. Apparently a double homicide or something." Charlie said nonchalantly. "I'll go pick up Renee from the airport after work. I'll be back at 8. You can call out for pizza if you like, for dinner." he said as I walked past him and went to rummage through my fridge.

"Yeah I'll order pizza. What do you want on it?" I asked as I closed the fridge and went to get the phone to order a pizza with every kind of meat on it. It was pretty sad. I have the Papa Johns on speed dial now a days.

I hadn't noticed that Charlie came up until I heard his voice behind me, "Are you SURE you're okay, Bells?" concern overshadowing his voice.

Clenching my fist together to suppress a sigh and growl, I replied very slowly, trying to make my point as clear as possible, " Yeah, I'm fine Charlie. Will you please go pick up Renee now?"

Hearing my anger and frustration, Charlie shook his head and put his hands up in surrender.

"Ok, alright. I get it. I'm going to work. 8 p.m. ok Bells?"

"Sure, sure," I said, smiling at myself, thinking about the habit my old Jacob had forced upon me… not that I minded.

I heard Charlie walked out the front door and drive away. I sighed when I noticed his car was quickly replaced with Edwards.

I heard a soft knock on my front door but turned away to hide in the kitchen and pressed the send button on my cell phone.

"Bella?" a wary and concerned voice called from behind my door.

"WHAT?" I half growled, half screamed.

"can I come in?" I sighed and complied.

"fine." I heaved a sigh and listened to Hank, my favorite pizza delivery guy, give the normal Papa Johns intro.

I unlatched the dead bolt on my door and twisted the knob. I flung the door open as I said, "Hey Hank. It's Bella. Can I have the usual?"

I froze in my place as the sent of bleach hit me like a brick wall. I gasped and gagged, dropping the phone to the floor. I wrapped an arm around my churning stomach as the smell had me doubling over. Edward hurried to me, but the sickly sweet scent only intensified.

"Bella?" Edward said as he rushed to my aid. "What's wrong?"

I kicked myself backward, pushing myself away from him, away from the smell. He continued to approach me, even though it was thoroughly clear that I was trying to get away from him. His ignorance made my hands tremble as my pent up anger and my three week old annoyance for the Cullen's made itself very present.

"Bella… your trembling. Are you cold?" he asked, fumbling for his phone in his pocket while, at the same time, trying to reach for my forehead to take my temperature.

As his hand came closer to my face I almost lost the content of my stomach. Instead of throwing up all over poor Eddy, I decided to spare him the disgust and hold my breath. I'd rather pass out then smell the scent of him.

The moment his hand touched me, I got my wish.

The blackness suddenly washing over me gave me the relief and numbness I've been craving for months since I lost my best friend.