Hey! I don't really know why I had to write this, but oh well. Here it is!

A/N: No, I'm not stopping my other works in progress, its just that I have this now too, not that I mind.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters. I do own the plot though.

Crying harder then she ever had before, Bella stomped on the gas pedal of her old Chevy truck, pushing it past eighty and yet she still couldn't escape the shadows of horror that lay behind her.

God, how could she have been so stupid!? She just knew that it wasn't real. How could she fall for it? Especially after the first initial pain?

Bella sobbed all the more when the whole in her chest bleed. It had opened again. No. No, it had ripped open. But how couldn't it have?

After what she had saw-

"No! I can't think of it." She choked out through her tears. "I won't."

But she couldn't stop it as it flew through her mind. She pushed her already protesting truck even faster. She had to get away. To get away from it all. To get away from the pain. The pain that used every thing that had happened only ten minutes ago to make her break more, if that was even possible.

Only ten minutes...yet her whole world had come crashing down, like a world of glass smashing to pieces in a second's notice. What had made her glass world break?

She was forced back to relive it again.

Bella got out of her truck which she had deliberately parked about two miles away from the Cullen home. She didn't want Edward hearing her truck and have the surprise ruined. She had found something in the window of Mrs. Peterson's shop and immediately thought of Edward.

It was a glass piano, about twelve inches long and four inches high. The small thing had cleaned her out in the spending department and then some, but it was worth it. Anything for Edward. The best part was that it played a sweet tune when you opened the lid. It was an amazing song, only played by a piano. The beat itself was slow and cooing-like.

And just like the heart on her bracelet, it reminded her of Edward. Sweet and cold. She laughed mutedly. She considered it pay back for the gift he had given her; the bracelet and the ...ring.

It wasn't like she didn't want to marry Edward. She loved him more that her own life and would happily die for him. It's just that...well, when your brought up to hate anything remotely close to a white dress, a diamond ring, or a large group of family members wishing you congratulations, you tend to shy away from... well... weddings! But... It was Edward. That was always reason enough.

Why does the sun rise?

Edward.

Why do you live?

Edward.

Why does the world go round?

Duh. Edward.

Bella smiled as she CAREFULLY pulled out the- not double, not triple, but quadruple wrapped bundle.

Hey! It was Bella Swan we're talking about here. She didn't want to take any chances with it breaking. And with the treacherous walk ahead of her, she knew she would be glad for it later.

The reason she had parked so far was because, even though Edward would have heard her car, it would have been mixed up with all the cars from the freeway not far behind her, and she was sure he would never know.

He had already dropped her off for the day because he had had to go hunting, but she was willing to bet that he was home now. Smiling in anticipation, she slowly closed the door and held the object close to her chest.

'I hope he likes it.'

:Of course he'll like it! He likes anything from you.: Said a voice in her head.

The voice no longer sounded like Edward, but it was still there from when he had left. It was a weird twist of things, but she just shrugged it off. She was never like everyone else anyway, no need to worry about it. Besides, it wasn't like it was hurting her. Its was just... well... it just WAS.

:You got that right!:

Bella began her treed through the jungle slowly, patiently. And of course, she tripped. Again. And again. And again.

It did take a little longer then she had hoped, but then, if he had heard her truck, his suspicion of it being her would have been gone by now, so that was good.

As she grew closer to his house- or mansion, depending on your point of view- she heard the distinct sound of music from far away. Yep. Edward was home.

As she drew closer, and the music got louder, she saw Alice's car in the garage along with Edward's. But no one else's was there.

'I hope she won't try to get me to go shopping...' Bella gulped. 'She'll probably pull the whole, "I'm your best friend, can't you at least go shopping with me?" It works every time'

:And that's why she uses it.:

Instead of using the front door, she walked around to the back.

The music grew louder, making her realize that the music was emanating from the living room. She would see him if she looked right into the glass.

She tried not to giggle, keeping as silent as a mouse.

:Wow, you're really giddy. You don't normally act like this.:

'Well, its my first present to Edward, and he doesn't even know it's coming.'

:Unless Alice told him.:

'I don't think she would have told him.'

:She doesn't have to.:

'Oh yeah...'

Shaking her head for forgetting, she reached the corner of the outer house and peaked around it to see.

Her body froze, brain shutting down, completely leaving her defenseless at the sight.

Inside, on top of the very piano that he had played her lullaby, was Edward and Alice, naked and intertwined. Their limbs were lost together and she couldn't see where one ended and the other began.

Bella's limbs went slack and the very precious gift that had laid so close to her heart dropped to the ground without so much as a glance. It broke in half, splintering and the player popped out. Some of the song played out, but began to slow and drawl. Finally it finished, completely useless.

They didn't hear it. The music was much to loud and their own voices were taking up each others hearing.

But she wasn't so lucky. Because they were so unaware, they were as loud and as free with their words or exclamations that she could here them over the music and threw the glass.

--

"Oh! Edward! Harder, harder! Please!"

And he complied with her wishes, pushing in even harder, colliding their hips together with such a force that any one else would have broke.

"Oh, yessss! God yes! Edward!"

"Alice, god! God, I love you!"

--

Bella gasped. even if all this had happened she could have lived with it. But after hearing Edward say that, there was no hope at all.

An all to familiar pain found it's way into her chest, tearing it's way to her heart.

She gripped at her chest with a force, almost as if she could hold her own heart. God. It felt so horrible. This was nothing like the pain before. It was worse. So much worse.

The tears had already been running down her face by the time she had even though to cry. She turned on her heel and took off at her fastest speed, begging the trees and roots and rocks that if they would just this once move out of her path, she would be eternally grateful. Surprisingly, she made her way to her beat up truck with out any trips or fumbles.

She reached the door and wrenched it open, throwing herself into the drivers seat and shoved the key into the ignition. She took off at full speed threw the woods surrounding his home and onto the highway. She didn't care that she couldn't see anything past her watery eyes, or that she might hurt someone else. She didn't even care if she died. She just needed to get away from him. Her. Them.

Finally reaching her destination, Bella put both feet on the break and screeched to a halt. Not even bothering to shut off the engine, she jumped out of the car and ran towards the door.

Charlie was no where in sight, which was definitely for the better, she was sure of it.

Grabbing the hidden key, she fumbled with the lock for a little bit before finally getting it undone. She threw open the door and ran in, forgetting to close it. Not that it mattered. Nothing matter. Nothing but the pain.

She sprinted to the kitchen and looked around frantically. The pain was growing so bad so fast that she felt about ready to tear her hair out.

Ripping open the cupboards, she threw things in every direction, searching, searching.

Searching for what? She didn't know. Not until she found it.

And when she did, she definitely knew.

Grabbing the carving knife from its resting place on the counter, she turned to look at her wrists. they were so pale, so... vulnerable.

Half crazy, she ripped off the bracelet Edward had given her.

"I was right. It was to good to be true. And the only thing truly bad about it is that I was telling the truth when I said that I couldn't live with out you..." Bella rambled on, looking at her wrist in sick amusement and dread.

She ignored the voice in her head that kept saying that this was not the way. There is always something better. But as the pain rippled through her again, she knew that to be a lie.

Bringing the blade against her skin, she gently pushed it into her, then deeper as she felt blood began to spill. Her head grew light as the smell swamped her, but yet, she still switched the blade from her right hand into her injured left, cutting it, exactly like its opposite.

Feeling weak from the blood and strength leaving her, she fell to the ground against the side of the counter, blood following in her wake. The blade dropped from her hands, having no hold.

Everything grew darker, and the sounds grew dimmer.

the last thing she heard before she blacked out was someone running into the house, then the kitchen. the must have stopped short and then yelled something. But all she could get was, "Jak...get your a...re! Bella! Bell... wha... pened!? ...lla! Cal.. Car...ow! Bella! Can...ear me!? Don't g..."

Then everything was black.

...I have been crazy lately. So, please forgive me.

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