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Hollowed Existences

~spoiler warning~ What would have happened if Bella hadn't jumped?...

I sort of just started this little story for fun because I wanted to see as to where it might go. hehe xD. The chapters are going to be short, why? I don't know. My brain doesn't tell me its reasoning most of the time but I bet it has something to do with the fact that if i squished it all together it wouldn't sound right. Thats my guess. hehe xD. Oh and of course, I don't own Twilight, New Moon, or any of the characters. They are all Stephenie Meyer's creations. ^_^

15. Chapter 15

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The clap of thunder woke me with a jolt. As I settled back on my bed, listening to the sounds of the storm outside, I remembered Jacob would be coming over today. I looked at my clock just as another clap of thunder reverberated through the house. It was 11:18am. I groaned and wondered how long it would be before he came around.

I slowly pulled myself up, grabbed my bag of toiletries, and headed for the shower. The steam rolled off my tense shoulders and slowly relaxed them only to be tensed up again when another clap of thunder boomed overhead.

“Geez,” I muttered to myself.

As the hot water started to turn cold, I quickly finished shampooing and conditioning my hair and jumped out. I wrapped a towel about my body and rubbed another one through my hair vigorously. I left the bathroom and headed back to my room to grab some clothes and quickly changed into them. I took the wet towels back to the bathroom, placed them upon their respective hooks, then started on blowing dry my hair. When it was finally dried enough so that it lay perfectly straight, I headed downstairs, made my bowl of cereal, washed the dish, and checked the clock; I realized I had taken a little less than an hour. It was 11:57am.

“Wow, time seems to be moving oh so quickly,” I stated sarcastically to myself.

I fretted about the house for nearly an hour, cleaning, straightening, whatever I could do to keep my mind off of the time. When I finally chanced a glance, I noticed the living room looked as if it had been professionally cleaned. There wasn’t a speck of dirt in site and everything was neatly in its place. I looked at the clock and saw it was 12:41pm. I groaned aloud and decided to call Billy and ask him if Jacob was awake yet.


“Hey Billy, it’s me Bella.”

“Hello Bella. What can I do for you?”

“I was just wondering if you could tell me if Jacob was up yet.”

I heard some slight rustling in the background, a few squeaks, the sound of a door opening, snoring, the door closing, then more squeaks.

“Nope, still asleep. Out like a light.”

“Figures,” I muttered.

“Anything else?”

“No, that was it. Thanks Billy.”

“Sure thing Bella. Take care. Bye.”


I hung up the phone and then sat dejectedly on the sofa. I grabbed the remote on the table beside the sofa and turned the television on.

“Infomercials, great, just great.”

I turned the television off and got up annoyed. I looked about the house for any possible chore when a thought struck me. I raced up the stairs, two at a time, tripping once, and crashed into my room. I hurried over to the computer and turned it on. Waiting for it to boot up, I went back downstairs and grabbed a granola bar and began to munch. Once finished, I tossed the wrapper out and went back upstairs, hoping the computer was ready. It was. I clicked the Internet Icon on the desktop and then waited, yet again, for it to connect and then for the homepage to load. I really needed a new computer and DSL. As the page finished loading, I clicked out of all the pop-up’s and made my way to my e-mail.

I hadn’t actually e-mailed Alice since that night those several months ago. At the present, I really didn’t care if she brought Jasper so he could nearly kill me, I just needed my old friend to talk to me.

I clicked ‘compose’ and typed in her e-mail address, the subject, and a brief message. I sent it and awaited her response. It felt as if all the tension drained away from me the second I had clicked the send button. I should have realized she wouldn’t respond for a couple of hours, give or take a few, but I waited for nearly ten minutes anyway, and when a ‘new message’ showed itself, I was practically jumping in my seat. I clicked the message and when it opened, my heart dropped to the basement. It merely said, ‘Sorry, but the address you have entered is invalid. Please check the address and try again. Thank You.’

I scanned her e-mail address and agreed that it was in fact her real address. It was simple, with no numbers in it, and it was Alice defined in two words ExtravagantShopper. I re-typed the address, subject, message, and clicked send. Not ten minutes later, I received the message back saying the exact same thing. I began to cry soundlessly, just letting the tears roll off my cheeks. I didn’t understand, what could have happened to her e-mail address. Did she delete it? Was it un-active for too long? Or maybe I was crazy and imagined it.

No! I did not imagine it.

I shook my head and cleared my face of any lingering tears. I shut the computer off, not knowing when Jacob would arrive, and headed into the bathroom to clean up my face. Just as I towel dried my red face, I heard a knock on the door. I quickly looked in the mirror and saw my eyes and cheeks were still red and slightly puffy. Hopefully he would think I had just been over working myself in the house. I walked swiftly down the stairs, minding my feet carefully. I opened the door and saw Jacob, practically drenched in water and standing there in nothing but a pair of pants and a flimsy t-shirt. I quickly motioned for him to get in.

“I just called your place about a half-hour ago. Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah. Dad sort of woke me up and mentioned the fact that you had just called and didn’t sound too good. He suggested I get up and hurry over here.”

I nodded.

“I suppose my voice may have sounded a bit… off. I was bored stiff and really antsy.”

He grinned.

“I’m glad I know that I have that effect on you.”

I rolled my eyes.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbed another granola bar, and offered one to Jacob. He accepted it eagerly.

“Thanks,” I said in between bites. He had finished his granola bar in two easy bits while I still had more than ¾ of the way to go.

“Hurry up slow poke. It doesn’t take that long to eat that tiny piece of food.”

I poked him in the ribs and muttered out, “Sorry if I’m not a human garbage disposal system like you.”

He chuckled and left the kitchen. I quickly finished my bar and followed him. He was standing in the living room with a giant grin on his face.

“Bored enough to clean up your living room to the point where it looks like a professional came in and professionally cleaned it?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

He shook his head, “Okay, ready to find that e-mail?”

I nodded vigorously, “Definitely.”

“Okay, lets get to it.”

I led Jacob towards my room before I asked him what exactly he was planning on doing.

“Well, I have to go and view your files, old and new.”

“I know that, but… how are you going to do that?”

He smirked, “Well, I’m going to stare at the scr-“ I smacked his shoulder, “hey! What was that for?”

“For being a smart aleck. Why do you think?”

Grinning he continued on, “Okay, all I really have to do, is go into Start, Search, then type in the file name or file keyword, or words, that could help me locate the e-mail’s file code.”

I stared at him. Not fully understanding what he meant.

Jacob sighed, exasperated.

“Well sor-ry for not being able to talk computer geek like you.”

We were in my bedroom now and Jacob turned swiftly and tackled me into something like a bear hug. He mussed up my hair by giving me a noogie and I cried out for him to stop.

“Jacob! Stop!” I cried between fits of laughter.

“No, apologize for insulting this computer geek.”

“Fine! I’m sorry for calling you a com-“

“No,” he cut me off, “I don’t care that you called me a computer geek. I know I am. I just meant that you should say sorry for saying it as if it were a bad thing, hence insulting me.”

He hadn’t once stopped giving me the head-aching noogie and I swiftly said my apology and he released me and walked over towards the computer chair. I grumbled under my breath, words that didn’t even make sense to me, the speaker. He grinned.

I trudged over and stood behind the computer chair he was sitting in and watched him as he worked. He clicked Start, then Search, then, in a small box to the side clicked into it.

“Now what was her e-mail?”

“ExtravagentShopper. All one word with no breaks and extravagant and shopper are both capitalized.”

He nodded and typed it into the box.

He leaned back.

“Now what?” I asked somewhat impatiently.

“We wait,” he stated simply


“Because the computer needs time to search through all the files and if it finds anything that matches, it’ll show up.”

I sighed. I made my way over to my bed and laid down upon it.

“Relax Bella. You shouldn’t be worried about anything. I don’t really think your lying. How could I? You’ll be proved right once the file is located.”

And if it doesn’t?

I kept that thought to myself, not really wanting to say it aloud. I had this feeling that I couldn’t explain as anything other than uncertainty. What if it wasn’t there? What if I truly had gone crazy? Every piece of evidence did seem to point my way and there was no reason as to why Alice, or any member of the Cullen’s had come back.

Staring at the ceiling for what felt like centuries, I finally snapped back to the present as Jacob sighed. I sat up and looked towards the computer screen. Jacob had his head in his hands, a definite sign what he found wasn’t good. I got up to get a closer look and realized that the screen was blank.

“What does that mean?”

He didn’t answer at first. He didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, a few minutes later, he said in barely more than a whisper, “It means… that…” he stopped and sighed yet again. Slowly he turned to look up at me sadly. “The blank screen means that no files were found. It means that you never contacted Alice Cullen.”