Sorry that I deleted it the first time. Mistake :S

B POV (You probably guessed that though)

It has been almost 700 days since he left. I can't bear to be without him. I can't. I wish I had someone who cared about me again. If I can't get that, then can't I die? Please, I need you Edward. I love you, Edward.

It has been 700 days since I've been alive. Even though those 700 days have been more jam-packed than ever. I have done so many things that I regret that I have lost count. A few months ago I made the biggest mistake of my life, and I can't take it back. I married Jacob Black. I thought it would take the pain away. I though it would mend what was left of me. It didn't. And now I regret it. I thought he loved me. He didn't. The writing above is my diary. I keep it, only to keep note of how many days it has been since. I don't know why I do it. It doesn't help either. It's not like anyone is going to read it and magically bring Ed…him back. I wish something would help, but I don't think anything would. I sit in this chair for almost seventy-five per-cent of the day. The rest is work. Housework. I wish Jacob did love me. Not because I wanted to love him back, but because it would be easier to face the day, knowing that someone cared for you. Jacob didn't care for me. Not one bit. He was using me. I don't know why, but I wish he wouldn't.

Every night it is the same. I don't want to think about it. He hurts me. A lot. He knocks me out. That is the only way I get to sleep at night. I wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise. We don't share the same bed and I'm glad. I can't bring myself to imagine what would happen if we did. I sleep on the couch. It isn't comfortable, but it is preferable.

I stood up and left the room, I wanted to leave the house. I knew how angry Jacob would be if I ever left the house without his permission. I walked downstairs and found Jacob sprawled across the couch in our small living room. He greeted me the usual way

"Beer, please. Oh and Bella, I love you." I scowled. No he didn't. He said that every night. I went and retrieved the beer, just like he asked. I handed it to him and he growled.

"Bella." He said, his voice lower than it had been in a few days. "When I say get me a beer, It means get me a beer. Not this crap." He stood up so quickly that I knew I was in trouble. I backed away a few paces, and almost tripped. He threw the beer can at me and it hit the wall. Not satisfied that he hadn't hit me, he stepped forward and punched me across the face. Hard. I cried out, like I did every time.

"Apologise! Now!" He roared.

I yelped "Sorry, Sorry!" I almost broke down again, and I was sobbing again. I ran out of the room and into the hallway. I needed room to breathe. Then I thought.

What if I got out without him noticing? What if I managed to sneak through the tight grip of his iron fist? What if I took a chance? Without thinking about it anymore than that, I grabbed my coat. I opened the door a fraction and felt the cool of the evening breeze on my face. It felt good. I couldn't even remember when the last time I'd been outside was. I took another daring chance and opened the door a little further. Just wide enough for me to squeeze through. As soon as I was out into the cold, I ran. I knew I couldn't use the car, so I went on foot. I could do with the exercise.

I ran out along the beach, and by the waves. I almost yelled out loud for how alive I felt. I tripped over something, like I usually did. Probably my own feet. I stayed on the ground. I didn't feel like moving. My mood had slipped dramatically, and now I was feeling worse than before. My adventure outside had made me realise that this was reality, and that this was my life. I spent my days locked up in a crummy, stuffy room. I couldn't live like this. I couldn't.

I spent another hour by the beach, and panicked when I realised what the time must be. I picked myself up off the floor, and sprinted back to the house. When I got to the door, I noticed that all the lights were out, and the curtains drawn. I opened the door slowly, and slipped inside.

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