I was on the ground, curled in a ball. I had ran out of the house, earlier on, after waking up from a nightmare, or so I thought. Reality was just as bad as a nightmare, if not worse.
I stayed on the ground for a long time. I wasn't sure how long though. I just knew that it was now very late at night. Edward was gone.
I buried my head in my hands and began to cry.
A rustling in the bushes near me, made me look up.
There was a guy in front of me. He had black hair and black eyes. He was dressed in all black as well. He was good-looking. Very good looking.
He approached me slowly. He crouched down cautiously in front of me, about three feet away.
"Are you okay?" He asked me.
I shook my head. "He's gone," I whispered.
The stranger stiffened at my words. He studied me for a moment.
"I'll get you help," he promised.
He backed away and suddenly disappeared. I continued crying.
A few minutes later, there was another rustling sound.
It was another guy. A small part of my brain registered that guys shouldn't be in forests at night.
Without saying anything, he bent down and scooped me up. He began walking. I had no idea where we were going and, honestly, I didn't care.