BPOV

I sat and watched my father pace in front of the table at which I was sat eating my breakfast. I'd been chewing these cornflakes for what seemed like an eternity; they'd now turned into mush. I forced myself to swallow them, almost making myself sick.

"Right; that's it, Bella." Finally, he had spoken. I placed my spoon down and stared at him, my brown eyes without a flicker of life. I had been like this for months; ever since they had left. My heart ached just thinking about them, my left arm reacted instantly and hugged my chest, as if I was trying to stop myself from falling apart.

But I couldn't do that; he'd ripped so much from me the moment he left me alone in the damp dark woods. Stop, Bella, stop! I forced my mind to block out those memories, lock them away in a chest behind a door in the corner of my mind, never to be opened.

"I can't take you being like this anymore," Charlie's stern voice brought me out of my daydreams.

I was confused; what did he mean? Was he sending me back to Renee? And me being like what? I know I haven't exactly been normal or active these last few months, but I was trying. There was some life left in me, wasn't there?!

"I'm sending you to live with some friends of mine, in England." He sighed as he said this. It took a few slow seconds for me to realise what he was saying.

I was leaving Forks.

I started hyperventilating; the thought of me leaving where my fairy tale had begun and ended made me feel even worse than ever.

When I calmed down, Charlie dropped yet another bomb on me. "You'll be leaving tomorrow, around 10 A.M. The flight is at 1:30 P.M." Oh great, I was flying. I slowly trudged up to my room to find a black case lying on my bed. Oh, so he had this all planned out, did he? I sighed and started packing all my clothes.

Of course everything would fit; I'd practically thrown everything out after...

I woke up to the screaming sound of my alarm at 6:30 A.M. the next morning. It was already light outside and the sun was shining through my curtains. I sat up, stretched and rubbed my eyes.

Yawning, I realised that I'd had no nightmare. Strange. Usually I'd have woken up screaming, unable to stop myself.

Maybe it was the thought of going somewhere knew that had prevented me from having a nightmare.

In some ways I was relieved to be leaving Forks, maybe it would help clear up my mind and focus on other things. Set me free a bit.

But then I was sad, leaving behind the friends I'd made, but to be honest I've probably lost them now as I've basically spent the last few months as a zombie. I sighed and finally got out of my warm bed for what was most likely going to be the last time.

So this was originally published in Dec. 2009, and now on the 13th Aug. 2013, I have started reviewing all the chapters – just changing the format of them and fixing any errors I come across.