A/N: I have a beta! Or rather 2 betas thanks to the amazing project team beta. I found over at twilighted(dot)net. They fixed all my errors and gave me help with my story. They did an amazing job which I can't thank them enough! =D I'll have a link to their LJ in my profile if you want to check them out.

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"What do you think?" Charlie asked.

I looked up at the house. It was white--the same color as our old house. There was a large porch that wrapped around the front of it, and various bushes and flowers. It reminded me of one of those houses that you would see in a home decorating magazine.

I did like it, but I couldn't help the lump that formed in my throat, knowing that this was going to be my new home. My days living in Chicago where all over and now I was going to be living in a town called Forks. Charlie had told me that we were going to be moving for months now. At first I thought that he was just saying that, and that we weren't actually going to move. I think I had been in denial this whole time until this very moment, thinking that at any minute during the ride Charlie was going to change his mind and turn right around. So much for wishful thinking.

"It's nice," I said, trying to sound enthused, but it didn't really work because he frowned slightly.

"I know it's not home, but I think you will like it here," he said, trying to reassure me, but it was useless. It still wasn't home.

He slammed the car door and went to the trunk to unpack the rest of the boxes that were still left to bring inside. The movers had unloaded almost everything into the house, but Charlie had a few things left--mostly Renee's things. He told me he didn't trust them, and didn't want them to steal anything, which was absurd when I thought about it, because he'd let them haul in the computer and television. I'm sure if they wanted to steal something, it would have been a more expensive item. It wasn't like there was anything valuable in the box, but they were treasures to him and he didn't want to risk losing them, so I could understand.

I reached into the back seat and grabbed a box of my own. It was filled with CDs and a few books that I'd still had lying around in my room. When I entered the front door, I was surprised to find that the house was actually bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. I wondered why Charlie would pick such a big place, considering it was just the two of us.

It must have been written on my face, because he simply shrugged. "I couldn't pass up the deal," he said placing the box onto the kitchen counter.

I followed him and placed my box next to his. "This house was actually in your price range?" We weren't exactly poor, but we certainly weren't rich either. The more that I looked around the house, the more I thought about how much this place must have cost. It didn't look that old, and it was well taken care of. The carpet and kitchen appliances looked brand new and from what I had seen everything was freshly painted as well. The owners before obviously must have loved this place.

"The owner was really eager to get rid of the place. He's been searching for a buyer for awhile, but no one was ever interested." Charlie didn't seem to think too much into it, but I wondered why no one had bought this place when it seemed so good? Also it must have been a reasonable prince since Charlie could afford it.

Charlie had even told me before we got here that the previous owner had offered to help make any repairs if he found anything around the house that needed fixing. He even offered to pay for the repairs. When he'd told me this I thought for sure that the house wouldn't look that great, but nothing seemed to be wrong so far at least. It just seemed too good to be true.

"Why don't you go pick out your room? The bedrooms are upstairs." He tilted his head toward the stair case.

I raised an eyebrow. "Pick a room?"

"There are three bedrooms. Nice huh?" He smiled proudly.

"Uh yeah," I replied as I picked up my box. This place just has to have a catch.

I made my way upstairs. The first thing that came into view was a window at the top. I walked over to it and saw that I could see the whole backyard. I noticed that there was a swing set and a tire swing all set up in the back.

Whoever lived here before must have had kids.

The back yard looked just as taken care of as the rest of the house; the grass was freshly cut and there was even a back porch with a grill. I smiled, thinking that Charlie would have fun cooking on the grill. Well, whenever it's nice out that is.

I turned to my right and noticed the bedrooms that Charlie was talking about. I made my way to the first room and took a peek inside. It was a large room with tan walls and brown carpeting. As I looked into the room I saw Charlie's dressers already set up, along with his king-sized bed. It seemed that he had already claimed that, so I moved on.

The next room was a little further down. As I entered the room, I cringed when I saw the color. It was a light purple and there were painted white flowers that surrounded the border of the room. I was't much of a girlie-girl and sleeping in a room of flowers just did not sit well with me. Curious though, I entered the room and saw some of my things scattered along the floor. I shook my head, thinking that Charlie probably assumed that I would choose this room. Sometimes I wondered if he knew me at all. Then again, lately I felt like I barely knew myself. If I was going to sleep in this room, I would have to buy some paint. The purple and flowers just had to go. I looked at the closet and was surprised to see that it was a walk-in. I didn't even have enough clothes to fill half of it.

I walked out of the room and made my way past the bathroom, which was conveniently next to the following room. It was straight down the hallway. I walked inside, my feet stomping onto the wood floor. Unlike the rest of the house this room seemed slightly older. The floors weren't brand new and were worn from the furniture being moved. The paint was an off-white and seemed to be chipping in some spots. I wondered why, out of all the rooms, did the owners leave this one the way it was? I liked it though; it gave that lived in feel and reminded me of my old room actually. It was larger than my old room, but the wood floor and the color of the walls were the same. What I really liked about it was that it had a window seat. I'd always wanted one, but my old room window was far too small, and there was too little space to make one.

I saw that my bed had already been moved in here, so I tossed the box onto the mattress. I would have to go back into the purple room later and get my remaining boxes. Since Charlie had put my bed in this room it showed that maybe he did know me after all.

I went over to the window and knelt down, looking out. I had a perfect view of the front yard. I looked toward the driveway and saw that Charlie was talking to someone with long black hair who was in a wheelchair. That had to be Billy. Charlie had told me about him on the drive here. They were childhood friends and had grown up together. Charlie seemed really enthused about what ever they were talking about because he was gesturing his hands wildly in the air. They both threw their heads back and laughed.

I tore my gaze from them and noticed something behind the tree in the front yard. I squinted my eyes and saw that it was a person; he slowly stepped out from the tree and seemed to be looking at Charlie and Billy.

It looked like a boy that was about my age with an odd hair color. Brown? Red? Bronze maybe? I looked closely at him. He wore a simple black T-shirt with dark faded jeans. From a distance he didn't seem bad looking, but I couldn't make out too many details. I couldn't take my eyes off of him though. There was just something about him that struck me as odd. I guess it was logical considering the fact that he was just standing there staring at Charlie and Billy for no apparent reason. Maybe he knows Billy?

Suddenly his gaze left Charlie and he looked up toward me. I looked at him, trying to take in his features. From head on he was definitely good looking, but what was he doing just standing there in my front yard? It took me awhile to realize that I was staring at a complete stranger, and he was looking right back at me. I ducked out of the window as discretely and as quickly as possible, but I'm sure it was too obvious.

I clasped my head in my hands groaning to myself. Nice going Bella, just stare at random people. That's not weird.

"Bells, can you come here for a sec?" I heard Charlie yell from downstairs. "I want you to meet someone."

I went downstairs and saw Charlie standing outside of the front door. I smiled at him and followed him outside where Billy was.

"Bells, I'd like you to meet Billy Black," he introduced. "Billy and I grew up together when we were younger."

"Nice to meet you." He reached his hand out toward me and I took it shaking it.

"Nice to meet you too," I replied timidly. I was painfully shy around new people and I couldn't help the scarlet color that stained my cheeks as I stood there, embarrassed by how awkward I was.

I took this chance to look past Billy to see if the boy I had seen earlier was there, but when I looked up he was gone. I felt a pang of disappointment. I was hoping I might have gotten a better look at him. Guess he must have left.

"Charlie hasn't shut up about you since I showed up. It seems you are quite the artist," said Billy snapping me out of my thoughts.

I nodded, not sure what I should say to that. Sure I used to draw, but I hadn't done anything in the last three years and I hadn't planned on doing any more, despite Charlie buying me countless pads of paper and paint. It was just something that I didn't have a passion for presently. It just seemed pointless now I suppose.

"Yeah, her old teachers said she really had a talent. Said she could probably put those art snobs in New York to shame," Charlie chuckled. He got it wrong...my teachers never said that. Renee was the one that always went on and on about how she thought my art was so much better than anything she had ever seen. I knew it was just a mom thing and she was just trying to show how proud she was of me. I didn't think of correcting Charlie about it though; when it came to Renee it was best just not to say anything.

"Well I would love to see your art work some time," said Billy.

I cringed, but tried to seem flattered. "Yeah, that'd be cool." I had no intention of showing him.

I didn't like showing anyone my artwork. It was like a personal journal to me; something that I wanted to keep to myself and only myself.

"How do you like the new house? Everything all right?" Billy was looking at Charlie. Relief washed over me at the subject change. I hated talking about myself.

"Yeah, so far everything is perfect." Charlie looked at the house. "I still can't believe on the deal I got. It's a shame the guy had to give up this place."

"Well, ever since the accident, Carlisle and his family have been wanting to get rid of it. Reminds them of old memories."

Charlie nodded sympathetically.

"The doc's son died about three years ago. No one really knows what happened. Carlisle and his family keep to themselves most of the time. He was about Bella's age when it happened...I know that much. Ever since their son died, they haven't been back. They used to come here every so often and stay for a couple of weeks," said Billy. "He told me he just didn't want to deal with keeping up with the place any longer since they weren't planning on ever coming back here." There was sadness in his eyes. "It's quite a shame really he was only a kid. His son never got into any trouble and from what I heard he was very bright. He was going to follow in his father's foot steps and become a doctor."

"It's a shame to lose people so suddenly." Charlie's voice was low. Even though his face remained emotionless, I knew that on the inside he was thinking of Renee and how we too were dealing with loss. I could understand why Carlisle and his family had wanted to get rid of their house. After all, it was the reason why we had left ours, but it was still heartbreaking to hear about someone else who was going through the same thing.

Billy must have known he had touched on a sore subject, he tried to quickly recover. "I'm sorry...I for--"

Charlie held up his hand. "It's alright, no need to apologize." One thing I noticed since Renee's death was that he didn't like to talk about it.

"So about that truck you got for Bells?"

"Truck?" I looked at him, confused.

Billy nodded, smiling. "My son Jacob just got done fixing up an old Chevy. Your dad here told me that you don't have a car. I thought since you will be needing a car to get around you might as well take it."

"His son is going to drop it off tomorrow when he gets out of school," Charlie added.

I was excited and happy to get a car, but I didn't want anyone giving me anything for free. "Really? I mean you don't need--"

"No, no it's yours," said Billy interrupting me. "I already told your dad before you even got here I'd give it to you."

Charlie simply smiled at me.

"Um thanks," I replied, trying to seem grateful. Once again my enthusiasm fell flat.

Billy just laughed. "Don't worry kiddo it's nothing special. It's just something to get you around town. Don't thank me till you've actually seen it."

Does that mean its a piece of junk? Of course I wasn't going to say that out loud, so I settled on not saying anything and smiled.

Charlie and Billy stood there talking for I don't know how long about old memories of when they were kids and all the trouble that my dad used to get into. I was actually kind of surprised. I never could actually picture Charlie getting in trouble with the law, seeing as how he had been a police officer for as long as I could remember and now he was chief of police in Forks.

I didn't say much the whole time and just let them talk, I stood there and listened. It was nice seeing Charlie smiling and laughing. He rarely smiled anymore. I didn't either.

When Billy finally left, I made Charlie and I something to eat for dinner. It was nothing special considering we had yet to go to the grocery store, but I did get to use the new stove a bit.

Afterwards I went up stairs and unpacked the rest of my things. It was mostly clothes that I would need for school tomorrow and a few supplies. I groaned thinking that I would have to go school tomorrow. I had almost forgotten until now.

Maybe if I tell Charlie that I need a day to adjust to the move he will let me stay home?

He probably would too.

No, its best just to get it over with.

The last thing I wanted to be thinking about was school and now that I was done unpacking and ready to go to sleep that's all I could think about. I hated school and I knew Forks would be no different.

At my old school I had no friends and everyone avoided me like the plague. Seriously, when I walked in the hallway it was like I was Moses and I was parting the red sea or something. I told myself over and over again that I didn't care what they thought of me or that I didn't have any friends, but I knew I was lying to myself. I did care what they thought of me and most of all I hated being alone, but ever since the car accident I just can't couldn't be around people. I mean I did have friends before, people I would talk to once and awhile, but ever since the accident, I didn't have anyone.

Lately everything has felt pointless to me. I think the only reason why I haven't killed myself is because one, I am afraid of death and two, I couldn't do that to Charlie. I was the only thing he had left now and I wouldn't leave him alone.

I was almost done unpacking aside from a box that I had saved for last. Just like Charlie, I also had a box with a few of Renee's things. I wasn't as attached to mine as he was. I hadn't even looked inside of it since we cleaned out her things and had no intention of looking inside of it ever again. I picked it up and walked over to the closet. It wasn't a walk in closet, like the purple room, but was still fairly large. I knew I would probably have trouble filling up this one as well.

I took the box and shoved it on the very top shelf. I had to stand on my tip toes to get the box up there. I stumbled a bit, but quickly caught myself. Out of sight out of mind right?

I sighed and shut off all the lights and made my way to bed. The last thing that I wanted to think about was Renee before I went to bed. I tried to clear my head, thinking of anything other then her.

When I had finally drifted off to sleep only to be woken up at least an hour later. My first thought was that Charlie must have left the television on downstairs and he must have left it on pretty loud too because I could hear it clearly. It was amazing the things that he could sleep through. I swear the house could be on fire during an earth quake and he still wouldn't wake up.

"She just had to move into my room. Out of all the rooms, why mine?" groaned a male voice.

I tossed in bed and placed my pillow over my head thinking that maybe I could drown out the sound. I didn't want to go downstairs and shut off the television, not when I had finally gotten to sleep.

"What's wrong sleepy head, having trouble sleeping?" I heard feet shuffling and it sounded as though it was coming from my room. I froze.

Was there someone in my room?

Part of me was convinced that I must be dreaming and that it was all in my head, but the other part of me was screaming for me to take a look to see if someone was really in my room. I decided it was best just to check and see, so I could go back to sleep.

I then heard more shuffling of feet and what sounded like...humming?

Oh my god! There is someone in here.

There' s someone in here!

What do I do?

My heart was hammering in my chest. Suddenly the humming stopped and I felt a presence hovering over me. I shut my eyes tightly, thinking like a little kid. "If I can't see you, you can't see me."

It was stupid, but I couldn't think of anything else to do. Should I scream? What if they have a knife or a gun?

The bed shifted slightly and I froze, petrified with fear. I felt their bereath on my cheek and my heart instantly stopped. I couldn't take it anymore. There was no way that I could just lay here and pretend to be sleeping. I snapped my eyes open and sure enough right in front of me was a pair of wide eyes staring straight at me. All I could think was to do was to scream as loud as I possibly could to wake Charlie up and that's exactly what I did. I clutched my blanket tightly to me and screamed as loud as I could, pushing myself up against the wall furthest away from the man.

He stumbled back and placed his hands over his ears. He hunched over wincing. "Goddamn, what is your problem?!"

"What are you doing in my room!?" I shouted back. My body was shaking and my heart was literally in my throat. I had never been this scared in my entire life. The man seemed to stiffen when I shouted at him. He rose up looking at me, but I couldn't make out his face, it was covered in shadows. How the hell did he get in my room and who was he?

Suddenly my bedroom door burst open and Charlie was standing in the doorway with his shot gun in hand. Apparently, my screaming was enough to wake him up. I'm sure I probably woke up the whole neighborhood, I was screaming so loud.

The light from the hallway shined through the doorway. "Bella?" he asked worried. "Bella, are you alright?" He flicked on the bedroom light. He held the gun tightly, looking at me for an explanation.

I pointed to where the man had been standing. "There's someone in my-" But when I looked the he was gone. I frantically looked around the room. Where did he go? He couldn't have just disappeared.

"There was someone in here?" Charlie's voice rose with anger. He looked around. "Where did he go?"

"I don't know, but I swear someone was just in here," I said slowly. I'm pretty sure there was someone in here... I think.

He went to the window and jiggled it a bit seeing that it was securely locked. He then went and looked in my closet and even under my bed.

"Nothing?" I kind of hoped that he'd find something and that I wasn't crazy, but the other part of me didn't even want to think that there was a possibility that someone might have actually been in the room with me.

"I don't see anything." He was relaxed now and held his gun to his side. He looked to me, frowning. He opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it, hesitating. I knew what was coming and I didn't like it one bit.

"Are you having nightmares again?" he finally asked.

I shook my head frantically. "No, I haven't had those in awhile." Even if I did I would never tell him. There was no way that I was going to go to a psychiatrist ever again.

"Do you think maybe with the move..."

"Dad, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare." His eyes widened. Bad choice of words. "A regular nightmare. I mean... I'm just stressed because I have to go to school tomorrow."

His frown didn't go away."If it'll make you feel any better you can stay home tomorrow. I don't see why not, we just moved in. I'll call the school in the morning if you want me to."

As much as I wanted him to I had to disagree. Charlie would probably call off work tomorrow to make sure that I was okay. As much as I liked Charlie it was best to keep our distance. "No, I'll go. Really, I'm fine." I tried to reassure him, but he didn't seem convinced.

"Are you sure? It's no big deal." He rubbed the back of his neck. Probably not sure how to go about all this emotional stuff. I too didn't know how to deal with it and I didn't like where this was going. I could see it in the way he was looking at me. He thought I needed therapy again.

"Really, I'm fine. Honestly it wasn't a nightmare," I replied.

He gave a sigh, seemingly giving up on debating the subject with me any further. "Alright then, good night, Bells." He hesitantly left the room.

"Good night," I called after him.

When he was gone I took a deep breathe trying to calm my nerves. Maybe it was just stress? I had been freaking out about going to school in the morning, so maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me. Stress can do strange things to you or so I've heard. Are hallucinations a part of stress?

Great, and now I am crazy!

Even if someone had been in my room, it would have been physically impossible for them to run out of the room when Charlie came barging in, he would have seen him. The window was locked and there was no sign that it had even been opened before for him to crawl in. Not to mention that I was on the second floor and there was no tree or gutter for them to climb up on. It had to be all in my head, it just had to be. Unless the house was haunted, which was ridiculous because ghosts weren't real.

I just hoped that it wasn't a nightmare like Charlie had thought. If it was, it was unlike any other nightmares that I have had before. Normally, I would wake up sweating and trying to catch my breath; not imagining some guy standing in my room.

I sighed and sat back down on my bed pulling the blankets over me tightly. There was no way that I was going to be able to go back to sleep. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was three in the morning.

This was going to be a long night.

So that was the begining... Tell me what you think.