CHAPTER1.

"He's staring at you again."

Twisting around in my seat, I search for Edwards eyes. When I find them―amongst practically all of Forks High senior class, I offer him an enthusiastic smile (obviously sarcastic) before it turns sour and I flip him the bird.

Angela laughs. "I guess it's really over this time."

"We've been over for a while." I sigh, fixing myself in my seat and leaning my head on the cold glass window.

I watch the rain fall and the scenery pass by.

Somewhere in between song lyrics, I hear become aware of a meek honking noise. Removing my ear buds from my ears, I ask Angela whats going on.

"I don't know. I think he wants us to pull over."

A couple moments later, the bus is pulling over onto the side of the road. I'm leaning over the seat―along with my classmates, trying to get a better look of the person who wants us to pull over.

Mr. Banner―the biology teacher and the reason we're on this field trip, molds his jacket into an umbrella and exits through the side door. When he returns he asks "Does anyone have cell phone reception?"

Immediately, I'm pulling my phone out of my pocket.

No cell phone reception.

"No," everyone tells Banner.

When he returns once again, he is soaking wet from the rain. "Isabella Swan and Rosalie Hale, can I see you up here for a quick second?"

Immediately my eyes lock with Rosalie's, who is sitting a couple seats back. Angela slides over to let me out of the seat, and I walk up the isle to Banner, Rose in tow.

"That man," He points to the window, "Says that he's been trying to get a hold of you―actually, I didn't know you two were related."

Raising a brow―I look at Rose, who is mimicking my actions.

"We're not?" We say this at the same time.

"Well, this man says that he's your uncle―"

The bus shifts under the weight of the man as he heavily walks up the steps. Banner swallows audibly before slowly turning around.

Suddenly the bus driver is out of his seat, clutching tightly onto his neck. I can tell that he is trying to scream with his eyes wide and his mouth moving, but no sound comes out. I notice then that―that man had cut his throat; blood is pouring from his sore.

As the man starts stalking towards Banner, Rose and I―I am barely registering the screams of my classmates around me.

I can't move.

I am frozen.

My eyes are wide.

When I'm finally able to move, I start to walk backwards only to trip over a backpack in my panicking. Falling into the isle, startles Banner, and instantly he is turned around trying to help me up.

My hand touches his―

His eyes go wide.

His hand slips from mine.

Warm, wet, red, splatters in my face.

Silver rips through his shirt.

He clutches his chest.

Blood drips from his mouth.

...Lifelessly, effortlessly, Banner is flung backwards into an empty seat.

You're sick of feeling numb,
You're not the only one―
I'll take you by the hand.

A/N: This story is completed. I will be posting every couple of days, if not every day. This story is extremely short―about 15,000 to 20,000 words. That being said, the chapters will also be short. 15 chapters, including the epilogue and this story will be done!

Anyway, I hope you liked the first chapter―if you did, review please.