Chapter 1: Jacob, my Jacob. Edited.

I looked over the edge and watched the waves crash against the shore. The air smelled so salty I could almost taste it. I looked down at my arms, and realized that they were wrapped tightly around my body.

Why was I doing this? I asked my self repeatedly, already knowing that answer. It was because I needed to hear his voice. It was then, when I lifted my foot forward, I heard his perfect velvet voice again.

"Don't do this." He said impatiently

"Why?" I asked him. "Why do I matter to you?"

It was like he flooded images through my mind, images of Charlie, Renée, and Jacob. Jacob, I can't do this, what would happen to Jake if I did this, what would he do?

I took an unsteady step backwards, turned around and walked back to my truck.

"Thank you" Edward murmured in relief.

Rain picked up rapidly and quickly soaked my shirt. I tripped a few times; guess I forgot to watch my feet.

I immediately turned the heat right up in the truck and leaned my seat as far back as it could go, hoping to just relax for five minutes alone.

I began to think about Jacob, my Jacob and how our relationship had changed since Edwa… I stopped my self from thinking his name... he left me. Just the thought of that memory began to bring tears to my eyes, but I tried to hold them back. The memories began to blur into blackness as I slowly drifted into a light sleep

"Bella, bells?" I heard a familiar husky voice in my ear.

"Yea" I mumbled sleepily as I opened my eyes.

I looked over at Jacob who was sitting in my truck, burrowing his eyebrows together with mixed emotions on his face

"Jake, when did you get here?" I asked him.

"He really means that much to you?" he spat the words at me.

"What? What are you talking about? Who really means that much to me?" I asked him puzzled.

"Couldn't you at least of given me a warning, what if something happened?" He asked.

I looked deep into his eyes and tried to figure out what he was saying.

"Jake, seriously, come on, at least give me a hint..? What are you talking about?" I pleaded

"YOU!" he snapped and I leaned back against the window.

"Were you purposely trying to kill yourself?" He screamed.

"Oh," I laughed when I started understanding what he was getting at, and I felt a smile come to my face, "you thought I was trying to kill myself?" I asked seriously.

"Yeah," he knitted his thick dark eyebrows in confusion

"That's kind of what it looked like when you were standing on top of that cliff about to jump!" He said.

"Jake, I wasn't trying to kill myself, or even hurt myself!" I lied "I just wanted to go cliff diving!" I tried my best to convince him, doubting it would work.

"Then what were you doing Bella? Because not more then a week ago you thought Sam Uley was attempting suicide by jumping, and know you're what? Into extreme sports?" Jake said whilst staring me down. He caught my lie.

"No, it's just that it was so tempting and it looked like fun. But I didn't do it okay? I didn't attempt suicide and I didn't jump." I confirmed.

"Let's get you home…" He told me as he jumped out of the truck and began walking over to the driver's side. I slid over to the passenger seat

I wanted to protest, I wanted to plead, but he had made up his mind, so I just left it.

The car ride was quiet, and slightly uncomfortable.

"So, first the motor bikes and now cliff diving. What's next Bella? What are you getting out of these near death experiences?" He shouted but his eyes never leaving the road.

"I don't know, the rush is," I began laughing. He finally looked at me and that one look told me he wasn't joking.

"Bella, this isn't funny. You could've died." He told me.

"I know that Jake, it wasn't like that though. You ride a motorbike, I'm sure you've cliff dived. What's the big deal?" I asked- irritated.

"The deal is I know how to do those things with out killing myself. But Bella you could easily kill yourself, and I'm pretty sure Charlie wouldn't be happy about that would he?" Jake asked rhetorically.

He pulled the truck over out side my house and handed me the keys and he crinkled his nose. I raised my eyebrows wondering what he was sniffing but he just ignored it. We both got out of the truck and walked up to my house, I turned to face him.

"I'm sorry." I said honestly.

"Don't worry about it. Just keep outta' trouble." He told me and I nodded in agreement.

He started walking out into the forest when I yelled, "Wait, how are you getting back?" I asked him.

"I'll run." He laughed.

Redid the chapter, and I probably still have tons of mistakes, but what ever.