B POV

Prologue

4 months. 4 months since me old self had died. Since I myself have been normal. Since I've discovered music. My savior, really.

I'm not Bella anymore. I'm Izzy. Izzy Marie Swan.

I had left Forks a while ago. Charlie was ecstatic and sad. Happy to see me go away from all my old memories. Sad to see me go though. I seriously think the cops are gonna come after me for leaving him alone. He can't cook to save his life.

Renée was a different story. She had come to Forks when I announced my move. Something about having to help me pack, blah-blah. All that crazy crap parents give their kids to just be with them. She was so thrilled. Happy to see me get my ass up and actually do something.

Somehow, they both caved in to let me get my own motorcycle. I've had it for around 2 months now. A beautiful black, silver, and pale lilac 2009 V-Strom 650 ABS motorcycle, with a matching helmet. How the hell Charlie or Renée didn't make a big fuss about it, I'll never know.

I'm now at the Fenty Einstein Institution for the arts over at Montreal, Canada. I sing, play the piano, guitar, and sketch a bit. I haven't blushed in around 4 months. And I'm not clumsy anymore.

Bella Marie Swan died. Out of her ashes rose Izzy Marie Swan, a phoenix.