Chapter 1:

He's gone.

He's really gone.

He's just…gone.

I felt nothing. Just numbness. It may have been shock, or loneliness - I didn't know - but none of that mattered because he was gone. E - Ed - Edward. Gone. I couldn't stop just repeating it in my head. He left me, even though he claimed he loved me, forever.

And now he's gone, because I'm not GOOD ENOUGH for him, he doesn't WANT me anymore. This thought made me furious. How dare he.

He lied to me all this time; giving me hope, making me fall in love with him, and then just leaving without any evidence to say that he wasn't just a figure of my imagination. But not even that would drag me out of my comatose state.

Each day I would drag myself out of bed and put on a brave face for my dad, when really I just wanted to crawl up in a corner and let the sorrow take over my numb being. I didn't talk to anyone - if not approached before hand - I stopped all things related to music and I didn't step foot out of the door unless it was extremely needed.

But today, today was different. Why should I shy away in my room, hiding from the world, just in case something outside reminds me of them? I shrugged into my coat, grabbing my keys, my bag and a pack of twiddle-sticks, before marching outside to the fresh, open air and jumping into my truck.

Heading down to La Push I turned up the radio and rolled my old rusty window down. Today was an unusually sunny day in Forks, a day that I used to dread waking up to when the Cullen's lived nearby, oh how times have changed.

I parked up I front of a small hut like house, and ran to the garage next door. Tapping lightly on the door, I peeked my head round the corner to find the one I was searching for asleep in his old worn-out rabbit, that he had been working on for as long as I could remember.

I quietly tiptoed over, opened the driver's door and climbed in. I reached over to the steering wheel and honked the horn, hard. He screamed and looked round frantically to examine his surroundings, before his eyes fell on mine and that cheeky one-sided grin made its way onto his face.

"Hey sleeping beauty," I said innocently, "I thought that the story went a little differently, you were on a bed I seem to remember, you know, were most people sleep.

"Har har har" he said sarcastically, "and who would you be then? My handsome prince?" he continued, quite amused with his own inside joke, which I didn't find funny in the slightest. "N'aw come on Bells, you know I'm just playin' with you." He leaned over wrapping one long arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him so my head was lying on his right shoulder.

"I was just lonely, that's all, and you were the first person that came to mind."

"Well, my beautiful princess, I'm honoured. And it seems like you came to the right person. I've been working on this car all night long and I could use some help from my best friend to get it finished." He urged, but I wasn't biting.

"Oh so, its princess now is it?" I said looking up at him. He gave me an apologetic look, one that he knew I just couldn't stay mad at and helped me up out of the car.

"You order the pizza, and I'll get started under the bonnet," he yelled as he went round the back to get his tools. I sighed and pulled my phone out, dialling the closest pizza delivery place.

"Hello," I asked when someone picked up the phone but stayed unusually quiet.

"Hello, Isabella," an all too familiar voice said confidently.

Oh my god it's…