I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase


I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along


The next few days passed in a blur and before I knew it, it was Monday morning again. Even though I knew rationally my visitor hadn't been Edward; I still waited for him. I still prayed that some miracle would occur to bring him back to me.

Why would he return he never loved me?

During the previous week, I had continued to leave letter's; each of them paraphrasing my initial message: Edward come back to me. Not only were they ignored; none of them had been opened. There were no tear marks, no finger marks or creases; they each stayed in the place I had left them. My visitor had left.

Scaring people away must be a gift, I thought viscously as I packed my bag for school. I was running late; yet again, due to a lack of sleep and too many tears. I ran around my room, searching frantically for my biology book as I tripped over various items of clothing which were strewn across my floor. Taking a deep breath, I straightened myself and closed my eyes; trying to recall the last place I had seen it.

The kitchen!

I was in such a hurried frenzy that I didn't think to take my time and be careful. As I ran towards my closed bedroom door; I tripped on my unmade bed cover which I had thrown off in the night. I knew it would happen before I even connected with the door; I saw it all in slow motion. I started to fall and let out a panicked squeal. My forehead connected with the round knob of the door handle with a loud bang and as I fell to the ground, I was briefly aware of the pain before I passed out.

I was running through the forest, desperately trying to reach him. My fingers stretched towards him as he walked backwards; smiling in a mocking way as he moved away from me.

"No please wait! Let me say goodbye!" I begged him and he let out a small chuckle. He was walking away at an extremely slow pace and although I was running with all the speed I could muster, he was still miles away.

I leant slightly more forward, in the hopes that I would get closer to him. I felt my feet slipping as I toppled forward from my unbalanced position, but as I was about the hit the ground; a cold, hard hand grabbed my wrist.


My eyes opened with a start. I blinked a few times as I tried to control my fast beating heart and then turned on my side with a groan; pulling my covers up to my chin. I closed my eyes again for a few seconds before blinking lazily at the clock.


I gasped out loud as I realised the implications of sleeping in.

Crap the school is going to call Charlie.

I sat up abruptly in the bed, but with that move I was faced with a painful throbbing in my head. Lifting my hand up to my forehead, I felt a large bump which caused me to hiss in pain as my fingers connected with it.

"What the...?"

The words I had spoken to myself trailed off as I had a memory of falling into the door.

But how did I get here?

It was only then that I noticed I was still wearing the clothes I had changed into for school. I shook my head a little in confusion and looking at my bedside table once again; I noticed a small glass of water and a pack of painkillers.

Where did they come from?

I felt a breeze move through the room and pulled my covers tighter around my body and with stark realisation; I looked at my now open window. I had closed it the night before in a fit of anger; a declaration that I didn't need or want Edward to enter my room now...he was too late. I of course hadn't meant it but with the chaos of the missing book; I had forgotten to re-open it when I had woken up.

He came back...my visitor came back!

A small smile played on my lips as I realised, whoever it may be, had picked me up off of the floor and tucked me in bed. He had also left me equipped to deal with the after-pain and for that I was eternally grateful. Resting my head back against the pillows, I looked at the open window and sighed.

I haven't scared him away.

The only problem was that I didn't know who 'He' was.

I was correct in my assumption that Charlie would be called because of my absence. When he arrived home he furiously slammed the door before striding into the living room.

"Bella! Would you like to explain to me why you were abs...Oh God what happened to your head?" His anger was soon replaced by worry as he walked towards me. The bruise on my head was now a viscous black and the protruding bump only seemed to worsen with time.

"It's nothing I fell over and knocked myself out. That's why I missed school."

He looked at me suspiciously before nodding. "We should probably take you to the hospital in case you have a concussion or something." He made his way to the front door and retrieving my coat from the hook; he proceeded to try and shuffle my arms into it.

"What?! Don't be ridiculous I just fell I do it all the time!" I exclaimed as I pulled away from him.

"You don't normally have lumps like that on your head." He pointed out as he tried once again to usher me into the coat.

"Dad...I really don't want to go." I pleaded with him before realisation hit his eyes. Carlisle had always been the one to treat me before and returning to the hospital would only be a reminder of what I had lost.

He sighed; obviously not knowing what to do. "Do you feel dizzy?"

"No." I answered and as I shook my head I winced slightly.



"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

This was getting tiring. "Yes I forgot to mention the rib that's sticking out of my skin...wana see?"

Panic flashed across his face briefly but was soon replaced with a scowl.

"There is no need for sarcasm young lady." He said as he wagged his finger in my face. I wanted to be more understanding; more accepting of the fact that he worried yet, I was too tired to care.

I've been tired since he left.

I brushed my thoughts away as I stared defiantly back at Charlie. There was no need to dwell on such things, who knows? Maybe he is the one visiting me? I still held that small amount of hope that it was he who had lifted me to my bed after my accident.

Surely anyone else would kill me?

"Dad, I'm fine I promise." He sighed in acceptance but continued to look at me. He shook his head slightly. "When is MY Bella going to come ba..." His voice was cut off by the sudden ringing of the phone. There was no real need for him to finish his sentence because I knew what he was saying. He thought I had changed and he wanted to me to go back to the happy person I was before. He was right, I had changed; he however still held hope that I would one day be happy again and return to my former self. I held no faith in that. We stood staring uncomfortably at each other as the phone continued to ring in the background. He walked towards it after a second and spoke animatedly into the phone.

"What do you mean?...But why would they do that?...Can't you cope with it, I have something important going on at home?" He glanced at me before sighing and promising to be 'there' soon.

"I'm sorry Bella there's some sort of emergency with a group of kids and some road cones. Apparently they are intoxicated and are being aggressive to my men. They need me to go down to them. Will you be ok by yourself?" He clipped his gun back in place as he threw his coat back on.

I nodded my head and turned my gaze to the floor. How could I tell him I'd rather not have his company? I listened to his footsteps near the door and with the bang of it closing behind him; I released a breath of relief that I hadn't realised I'd been holding.

Although I told Charlie I was fine, my head was throbbing with pain. I decided that an early night might be in my best interests, so as I climbed the steps to my room I prayed that my dreams would be nightmare free.

I pushed my door open and entered the darkness. I could see nothing around me as I entered the room and lay softly on my bed. I stared towards the ceiling for a few minutes until I became increasingly paranoid that someone was watching me. A chill ran down my spine and in response to this, I reached my bedside table and turned my small lamp on. Light radiated throughout the room and connected with the darkest corner...a person in the darkest corner.

A scream rose in my throat as I jumped from my bed and backed away from a creature with black and red eyes.

A/N: Hi everyone I'm so sorry I haven't updated any of my stories for nearly a week! I have been so busy. I have had no time at all to write (this was already written)- but I promise that I will update all my stories by Tuesday. Sorry again but please review!