"I don't understand what you're saying Rosalie."
A long pause, the length of a few human heartbeats.
"She's dead Edward."
A longer pause
"I'm sorry. You have a right to know, I think. Bella...threw herself off a cliff two days ago. Alce saw it, but it was too late to do anything. I think she would of helped, though, broken her word, if there had been time. She went back to do what she could for Charlie. You know how she's always cared for him--"
The phone went dead. Itr took me a few seconds to realise that I'd shut the power off.
I sat in the dusty darkness for a long, frozen space. It was like time had ended, like the uninverse had stopped.
Slowly, moving like an old man, I turned my phone back on to dial the number I'd told myself that I'd never call again.
If she answered, I would hang up. If it was Charlie, I'd get the information I needed through subterfuge. I'd prove Rosalie's sick little joke wrong, and then go back to nothingness.
"Swan residence," answered a voice I'd never heard before. A man's husky voice, deep, but still youthful.
I didn't pause to think about the implications of that.
"This is Dr. Carlisle Cullen," I said, perfectly imitating my father's voice. "May I please speak to Charlie?"
"He's not here," the voice responded, and I was dimly suprised by the anger in it. The words were almost a snarl. But that didn't matter.
"Well, where is he then?" I demanded, getting impatient.
There was a short pause, as if the stranger wanted to withold the information from me.
"He's at the hospital," the boy finally answered.
I shut the phone again.
Before I could even think through the action in my head, I was running. Faster than I ever had before. Even faster than when James had Bella, and faster than when I had told Bella goodbye.
I had told Bella goodbye! How could I have been so stupid? I had though it was for her own good, but it turned out to be the exact opposite. I had driven Bella to jump off a cliff. Now she was probably lying in some hospital bed, in pain. And it was all my fault! The anger at myself mixed with the worry for Bella drove me even faster.
I dodged over people, and through buildings to shield myself from the sun. I was going too fast for people to see me. Even if they did, it didn't matter. They would simply convince themselves that it was all in their minds.
I was no longer just a depressed vampire. I was now a depressed vampire that running to make sure that his girlfriend was going to make it throught the night.