A/N: Kay so, this is my very first fanfic. This is basically the few days before Edward's change. Please please review. I would really appreciate any constructive critisism or praise. No flames. Keep in mind while reading this that it's my first fanfic, so don't be too critical.
I stepped out onto the concrete porch of the town house. I took in a lungful of the cool early morning air. I grinned to myself. This was my favorite time of the day. The time to run.
I began at a slower pace. But, I couldn't contain myself. I let my legs stretch out under me, hitting the ground at a steady rhythm. I reveled in the familiar feeling of the soles of my bare, calloused feet catch the ground and release it.
I ran through the empty streets of the Windy city. It was surreal to see this city, so filled with life, so barren. I felt as if I was totally alone. Solidity was something I'd always desired. People were tedious and predictable. I woke up at this godforsaken hour to avoid them as long as possible.
I had run for some time, basking in my solitude, when a sharp pain resonated in my side. I grinned at this. No, I am not masochistic. I simply saw it as a challenge. I pushed my self even faster. I was nearing the beach soon.
The sharp pains grew, as I sprinted closing in on the Oak Street Beach. Just as I turned a corner, I saw the crumbling picket fence lining the familiar destination.
I ran across the empty street, never breaking my stride. I was almost there. Just a little faster, and I would be there.
My heart was pounding, my breathing was labored, my arms had turned red from the rush of blood, and my shoulder and side were killing me. I felt so alive.
My feet hit the sand, causing my pace to falter, but I kept going. It wasn't until I felt the cool, refreshing lake water lap at my feet, did stop running. I dove under the cool surface of the lake.
The fresh fluid engulphed me. Only when my lungs felt as if they were going to burst, did I return to the surface.
As I gasped for air I felt the all too familiar feeling of my lips throbbing, my chest heaving, and my head pounding. I grinned to myself. These sensations were comforting, in the strangest of ways. It was the feeling of living.
I lay on my back, in the black water. It was my routine; to get up at four thirty in the morning run to the beach from my home, swim in the black expanse of water, dry off some, and then return home. I did it every day.
After about an hour or so, I decided to get out of the water. There was a ring of light encircling the horizon. It was probably around five thirty. I trudged up the beach. I began a run at a slower pace than my previous run, but began to pick up the pace.
I decided to take a different route back to my home. I learned that this was probably not the best idea.
A/N: I hope that wasn't too painful for you to read. I really do want to get better at writing Ed's p.o.v. I think the next chapter will be better. This chap was more of an intro. Remember: review!