PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE.

Disclaimer: Hello fanfiction and (twilight?) enthusiasts! This is a story I've been working on for a while, a few years to be exact. When I first delved into the fanfiction world as a middle schooler I was fascinated. So much so that I tried my hand at writing! This proved to have disastrous results even though I had some dedicated and awesome fans. I just kept feeling that it could be better, you know? But what I realized after the first three tries was that I had to stick with one version and try to finish to move on and learn from my first completed story. So this is that attempt, the fourth and hopefully final version of the Aria and Vanessa story. I don't own any of Stephanie Meyer's characters only those I create which are so far Aria and Vanessa. Thank you for your time and this note is done! Read on lovelies!

Aria P.O.V.

I turned my head on my pillow to welcome the coolness of the fabric not yet touched by the heat of my face. I sighed as I shifted into a new position and curled into myself, wrapping the fleece blanket tighter around me. You know that moment before you really wake up and nothing has formed yet? Where your thoughts haven't processed and nothingness is all that you sense in your head? Not like the kind where you black-out but the one where it hums through your body because sound, sight, smell, and taste don't exist yet. But touch does. You feel your body slowly regain consciousness and then it's over. It usually only lasts a few seconds, but it feels endless.

I love that moment.

As my senses flowed into awareness, I took in the room I'm was in. It was my new room in the new house. You see, I'm a newly adopted orphan. Back when I was little, I found myself in the woods one night with the only trace of my identity a kindergarten name tag around my neck and a stuffed toy wolf with money, my passport, my mother's locket and father's watch. I had no memory of what had happened that night but vague flashes of trees, blood, and a door. I was five years old at the time. The next day I found myself in the hollow of a tree with a little girl poking at me with a stick. I was scared at first but then she introduced herself as Vanessa and smiled. I looked at her bewildered and didn't move. She had told me that day she wouldn't leave until I came out. She sat on a log near the tree and waited three hours till she saw me slowly come out of the hole and proceeded to bring me to her house.

Her parents were highly surprised to see their daughter come home with a skinny little pale brown girl covered in dried blood and dirt with torn clothing. They immediately took me to the hospital and I was later told I had been found to have a gash in the middle of my chest and some minor cuts and bruises. In the week following I realized I couldn't talk, and as much as I tried nothing ever came out and I felt immense pain. The doctors called it Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, seeing as I had to have witnessed something horrific. I didn't know what that meant till they informed me of my parents death, the weird thing was I didn't remember a thing. All I remembered was the feeling of fear.

I stayed there for a week, then I was sent to a nearby orphanage. Vanessa visited me every day for the year, and then when we started school I would go see her at her house. We became very close and she is like a sister to me now. Her parents were like the ones I never had, or never remembered. It still came to my surprise when I was told by Ms. Mayweather, the head of the orphanage, that Vanessa's parents had just came that morning to sign the last of the papers officially giving them custody of me. That was a day I would never forget because for the first time since I could remember, I had a family and a new home. We moved to a reservation near Forks, Washington called La Push.

As I went over the circumstances that lead me to where I was now in my head, Vanessa in all her seventeen year old glory, waltzed into my room and plopped onto my lavender and pink comforter.

"You just gonna lay there? We have a new school to start and people to deal with. I may even get inspiration for a new song."

You see, Vanessa writes songs for a recording company. She can sing beautifully as well but doesn't wish to go further than where she is until she's older. I cracked a smile at her comment and walked to my mini walk-in closet. My clothes lined the left while shoes, bags, accessories and everything else lined the right and directly across from the door was a mirror. We had been here for about three weeks and in that time I hadn't left the house, wanting to fix my room before school started. Vanessa stayed too but more out of laziness and, even if she wouldn't admit it, fear of bumping into an actual person and having to associate with them.

I picked out a long sleeve violet dress that went to my knees with a corset-like design in the front that showed slight cleavage. Being busty definitely had its perks. I pulled on dark stockings and tan boots with wool in them to keep my feet warm. I grabbed a black sleeveless cardigan and my bag. I turned to the mirror in front of me and contemplated my hairstyle. My bright sapphire blue eyes flashed back at me and I smiled. They really were unique. My long jet black hair got pulled into a midway pony tail while my bangs fell over my right eye.

Satisfied, I turned off the light and walked out of the closet. I didn't bother with make-up because it always felt uncomfortable on me. I smacked Vanessa's butt on the way out to get her up from the bed which she had dozed off on. She groaned and attempted to reiterate, missing my behind by inches as I dashed downstairs. We both grabbed toast and walked out the door to her black Mercedes Benz.

As she pulled up to the school parking lot, we gained a lot of stares from many students. I wasn't sure if it was the car or us being new, but it was highly uncomfortable. Vanessa looked around as I did and scowled at the ground. As you've probably noticed, Vanessa is what I like to call anti-social. She hates people.

Walking briskly to the entrance of the school we walked until we realized we didn't know where we were going. I tried to see if there was anyone who looked friendly enough to ask. As I was looking I didn't notice the tough wall I was about to hit.

"S-Sorry…"

Only it wasn't a wall.

It was a person.

But not just any person. A tall, tan, buff, amazingly attractive person. I swooned and as my eyes traveled back up from the ground to see his face, electric blue clashed with hazel and I felt a ripple of goose bumps travel up and down my body. His eyes widened in recognition, then…something else, something I couldn't decipher.

We stood like that for one very long minute. His eyes finally moved to travel down to my chest…or my breasts to be exact.

I cleared my throat to gain his attention and he looked to my face, blushing deeply. I frowned and started to leave. Guess they can't all be gentlemen.

"Wait…"

I turned my head to him. "What's your name?" I looked at him surprised then shifted my eyes to look anywhere but him. I grabbed a small notepad out of my bag and wrote a small message. I handed it to him and turned, officially embarrassed. "Wa…Wait! Collin. That's my name." I turned again and smiled sadly since I knew he hadn't looked at the small paper yet. I nodded in acknowledgement and turned again, this time walking more quickly in the direction Vanessa had headed off.

Aria. I'm sorry I can't speak. I'm mute.