Summery: It takes place a short while after Edward had left Bella but she didn't become close to Jacob she never tried to get over it. And after she graduates she goes into the world alone. To find herself and she may find something else. And what happens when Edward was sucking the Venom out of Bella's arm he left some of his own and didn't know it?

I do not own twilight or any part of the series. I am just borrowing the characters to write a different version. I do not own the characters I only own the way the story goes.

Love Changes Everything

Forks the Town of Memories

Chapter 1

I stood their feeling alone though I was surrounded by people. Waiting in line to get my high school diploma. For months I had been alone no matter how many people were with me or

where I was at. My life had changed just 9 months ago when my life walked out of my life leaving nothing behind for me to cling to to hold on to to remind me of him. Though everything

reminded me of him in some way. The only real thing I had left of him where my Memories of his face, the smell of his skin, the feel of the back of his cold fingers running over my cheek,

and the sound of his voice that ran shivers up my spine and goose bumps down my arms and neck.

My life had changed all because of one little paper cut, I knew that to me it was just a little paper cut to him and his family it was like me asking for death. I could not believe just the few

drops of blood from my finger had made Jasper try to attack me like he did. My life, My love left just a few short weeks after, telling me that he didn't love me and didn't want to be with

me.

I had laid in the woods behind my fathers house for a long time before some one found me. Ever since that moment I have been dead inside. My mother had come to take me to Florida

with her but I couldn't go I couldn't leave Forks the last place I had been with him. But my time in this Memory of a town was not going to last much longer. Tomorrow I would be flying to

Italy, Charlie and Renee had gotten together to send me on an all paid vacation. I would be all alone with no one I knew around me. I wouldn't have to pretend to be a happy go lucky

teenager like I had been. To keep my father happy after the first few months of my misery. I pretended to come back to his world, just to appease him. It worked, though sometimes, I got

the feeling he knew that I was just pretending. But he didn't say anything, he let me be.

I was vaguely aware that the principal had called my name to walk up onto the stage to receive my diploma proof that I had finished high school. I walked up on the stage and took the

rolled up piece of paper, I turned toward the crowd to move the tensile that was hanging from my cap to the other side so, Charlie could take a few pictures. But my eyes did not fall on

Charlie, for a split second my eyes rested on a pale figure with golden eyes, and messy bronze hair. I blinked and he was gone, a figment of my imagination. He wasn't going to come back

I knew that if he was he would have been back already. I would have seen him.

I walked off the stage and stood with the other students that had genuine grins on their faces as they waited for the last name to be called. When the last graduating student had joined us they all threw their caps into the air, I waited a second then dropped mine on the damp grass and turned and walked away to find Charlie.

Charlie drove us to the Lodge to eat dinner we sat quietly for a while both of us thinking of what to say.

"I am going to miss you, Bell's two months in another country and then straight back to collage. I was hoping that you were going to come back and stay for a few days before you started

school." Charlie said, his voice sounding sad. He had been down since I had told him that I wasn't going to come back to Forks before school.

"I just need to get away from everything for a while, I need to get every thing straight before I can step foot in Forks. It would change everything back." I said confirming his previous

suspicions that I was not really happy, that I never got over him leaving.

The look on Charlie's face was that of pain and understanding. He understood probably better than most, after all my mother had done the same to him in a way. She had left him alone,

and though he never really got over it. He knew what it felt like when the one you loved, abandoned you. His eyes were on the table instead of my face, he was trying to let me go.

"But you will come back sometime, to visit won't you once you get over him?" Charlie asked. He said him as if his name was a sin, but in truth since that fateful night when he left me alone

in the woods, I had not spoken his name out loud or even in my head.

"Maybe, I don't really know just yet, if I ever feel like coming back to face it. Then you will be the first to know." I said a small smile on my face, the first real smile, in almost a year.

Charlie just nodded, not trusting his self to speak out loud. The food had arrived and we ate in silence, the way we almost always did. When dinner was over we headed back to his

house. We didn't speak again, after we arrived he went inside to change out of his button up shirt and tie. Then turned on the T.V. to watch what was left of the game.

I didn't go right to my room as I usually did, there was something I felt I needed to do before I left this town of memories. I picked up the keys to my truck, waved good bye to Charlie and

headed out the door locking it tightly behind me. I was not surprised he had not asked me where I was going as he had been. I started the truck, and drove toward one of the few places

I felt I had to go.

I drove slowly down the dirt road and when I had spotted the path, I pulled the truck to the side of the road. It hadn't got dark yet, but it wasn't far off, so I grabbed a flashlight I had

stored in the glove box of my truck. Then stepped out into the dimming light.

I walked as fast as I could stumbling over shrubs, broken branches and fallen trees. Though it didn't slow me down only made me walk faster, I couldn't stop or else I felt I would turn

back. About half way their no light shined threw the trees, I had to switch my flash light on for a little light. I finally stumbled through the trees to a clear open meadow. You could see the

moon shining threw the thick clouds that never seemed to go away and lit the meadow slightly.

I moved to the middle and sat in the damp grass and looked around. In my memory I could still see him and I. We were laying in the grass talking and confessing our feelings for one

another.

The tears ran down my face for the first time, in a long time. It was the first time I let them. I could still remember the way his arm felt as I had ran my fingers over his veins on his pale ice

cold skin of his arm and hand.

I had the feeling I was no longer alone for the first time since he left. I didn't look over my shoulder, I knew he wasn't going to be standing there, It was my imagination running wild again

like it did at graduation that afternoon. I pulled a few blades of grass from the ground, then held them to my nose to submit the smell of this sanctuary to my memory.

After a few more moments I stood, and brushed my pants of any dirt that my had clung to me. I took one more look around the meadow for the last time, then made my way back into the

tree's toward my waiting truck. Time seemed to move a little faster on the way back. My truck came into my view and I climbed in turning on the heat to dry my now damp clothes, then

turned my truck around. Their was one more place I had to visit before I left forever.

I drove down the dirt path to the hidden road that led to their home. I found it easily, easier than I thought I would. I took the slight turn and after only a few moments the house was in

my view once again. It didn't feel the same being their the windows dark, the house felt like a ghost house. But that didn't stop me, I pulled the truck up next to he house and put it in

park. I sat their for a moment before I finally shut the truck off and stepped out into the darkness that surrounded me.

I walked slowly toward the large white house and to the door that stood just a few more feet in front of me. Would it be locked, would their be anything left inside? I didn't know but I

figured I would try anyway. I stopped when I was within in reach of the door. I stood their for a few minutes before my hand lifted and grasped the handle to turn.

The door opened easily and welcomed me into the deep darkness within this almost glass house. I closed the door behind me and reached for the light switch as an automatic response to

walking in a dark house. It surprised me when the light came on immediately. I walked farther into the house looking around at the unused kitchen and still fully furnished living room.

Everything still looked the same in the same place as it was the last time I had been their.

A fine layer of dust covered every thing the only movement in the room was the dust that swirled around me. I took to the stairs passing each room the doors wide open to reveal that

everything was still the same in each room. When I came to Carlisle's study it was the only room that had something missing so far. The paintings no longer hung on the walls, the books

missing from all the shelves.

I continued on until I reached his room. I held my breath as I walked into the space that held nothing. Nothing was in the room the walls were empty the floor held nothing you couldn't

even tell where his previous furniture had sat. It was bare as if nothing had ever been placed here. As if he had never been here, but their were too many memories to believe that he

never had existed.

For the second time that day the tears fell down my face. I turned and walked out of the room, I didn't stop to look at anything else. I walked straight out of the house without looking

back. I climbed into my truck started it and left quickly never looking toward the house again.

I drove my truck out of the clearing the house stood in and down to the dirt road that would lead me back to Charlie's. About half way their the truck started to shake, it acted like it was

running out of gas, though I had just filled the tank this morning. I held the gas petal to the floor hoping that my old truck would at least get me home, just one more time. It took me

longer than it usually would to get home, just as I pulled the old truck to the curb it died, with one last loud backfire. I sat their shocked, staring at the steering wheel.

I put it back in park and tried to start it again, instead of coming to life like it always had it sputtered one last time before it went silent. Hanging my head I slid out of the truck, a sad look

on my face. I shut the door and patted the roof to the cab, then turned my back and walked to the door.

When I entered Charlie was still in the living room, asleep on the couch. Normally I would wake him, but today I just silently walked up the stairs to my room. It looked just about the same

as it had the day I had came to Forks. I walked to the other side of the room and looked out the window that looked over the front yard. Then turned and grabbed the new suit case I had

bought. I laid it upon my bed, unzipping it to flip open the top. I left in just two days and I needed to get everything together. I started to walk to the old pine dresser that held most of my

clothes when the floor creaked under my feet. I stopped in an instant, I had walked over the same spot so many times to my dresser, to get clothes to start the day and it had never

made a sound. So why now? Curiosity got the best of me and I keeled down to examine the wooden floor.

One bored was higher than the surrounding boards, as if it had been popped out of place. I went to my nightstand and grabbed a metal fingernail file and stuck it under the plank. I pried

trying to pop the board up but the little file just bent to an odd shape. Sighing I walked out of my room being quiet not to wake the snoring Charlie, who still slept on the couch.

I opened the drawer in the kitchen pulling out an screwdriver before returning to my room. I tried again with my new tool and the board gave way. After a moment I looked into the hole in

my floor. Their under my floor lay all the memories I had thought were taken away when he had left. I pulled out the pictures one by one, holding the tears back. There he was the proof

he was in my life, that I was still in love with him. It didn't matter that he left me.

I continued to pull my memories from the floor of my bedroom, after the last picture was out of the floor a clear CD case that held a shiny burned CD was all that was left. I pulled it out

and stared at it as if it had eyes and were staring into my own empty brown eyes. Only my eyes weren't empty anymore all the memories, and the hurt came back in full force. Tears ran

down my cheeks to splash on the wooden floor. I didn't move to wipe them away, I couldn't move.

Everything I had suppressed to satisfy Charlie was their in my eyes, streaming down my cheeks. The pain ripped threw me anew with the same force as when it had happened, if not

worse. I kneeled over onto my side laying my head against the cold hard wood floor. The tears still falling into a puddle that was growing rapidly. I lay their for hours glad that I had held

back the painful scream that was at the edge of my throat. Charlie had woke and I heard him walk up the stairs stopping at my door to listen. After a few seconds he headed off to his

own room across the hall, and back to sleep.

I laid their for a while longer trying to get the courage to get to my feet replace the board and start to pack. It didn't take me much longer before I stood, glad that Charlie had gone to

bed he wouldn't hear me replacing the floor board.

I replaced the board quickly, making sure it was firmly in place with my foot. I quickly left the room and jumped in the shower, the warm water calming me down. I stayed longer than I

usually would to get clean. I had a long plane ride to Italy in the morning, so I wanted to be as clean as I could before I stepped onto the plane. I climbed out of the shower when the

water turned too cold for me to handle. I dried myself quickly and brushed my hair. I slid on a pair of comfortable jeans, and an plain white T-shirt, before I walked back into my room.

I picked up the pictures and the CD and placed them on my night stand before walking back to the dresser. I loaded it quickly and quietly trying not to think of anything that would upset

me. I just had to be strong for a little while longer and then I would be on my own. I wouldn't have to hide anymore, I could let it all out when I was on the other side of the world. When

the bag was full I pulled up the other two matching bags and my carry on bag and finished packing my clothes.

I made sure that my bathroom necessity's were packed in their little baggies. I took one more look around the room going threw drawers and shelves to make sure nothing was left

behind. I put my wallet in my purse along with my passport and all my debit card that held my extra cash, from working at the sporting goods store. I had saved quite a bit, the only thing I

had bought was my new suit cases, and gas for my truck.

I put a few snacks in my carry on that held my new laptop that I had received for my graduation. I knew who it was from, it was from Alice though it had not said her name. But it had come

with a note that said, "I got this for you, I figured it would come in handy." I was about to put the CD in the case also before I had a thought.

I pulled the laptop from the case and opened it turning it on. As I waited for it to log on completely I pulled the jeweled CD case open and removed the blank CD I thought I would never

see again. When it was done loading I opened my music program and inserted the CD. I hit the button to download the music on the disk to my computer, it didn't take long before it was

popping the CD back out. I quickly put it back in its case and slipped it into the side pocket of my bag. I hooked up the MP3 player my mother had given me for Christmas last year, and

loaded the songs to it.

When it was done I disconnected it and slid it into my purse. Decided to check my email one last time before I left. I clicked the internet button thanking Alice for having some kind of

wireless internet that was faster than the dial up I had been using. After a moment I logged into my email account. There were a couple from my mother wishing me good luck and

apologizing that she couldn't make it to my graduation, due to Phil breaking his leg. I smiled and replied to her telling her I was already packed and ready to go and that I would email her

the moment I got to my temporary home. I sent the email before checking my others. Most were junk mail about "Get a free lap top if you take this survey!" I quickly deleted them. I was

about to hit the delete button on the last message before something had caught my eye. It didn't have a return email address like most do but the subject line simply said. Bella.

I opened the email and smiled hugely. Other than receiving the lap top I had, had no contact with any of my other family. But at last I had at least something.

Bella,

I'm sorry it has taken me so long to get a hold of you I hope you received mine and Jasper's graduation present. I seen you would be needing it soon. I hope that things get

better, I know what's going on and I know you know that too. I just wanted to tell you to be careful in Italy it can be a Dangerous place. Especially for you. So just be careful

and don't do anything foolish.

With love,

Alice

I smiled widely then saved the message so it wouldn't get deleted. Of course she knew Alice knew everything. I then turned off the laptop and closed it tightly then slipped it back into the

case. Looking around I checked one more time to make sure I hadn't forgot anything and to memorize the room.

I heard Charlie's alarm clock buzzing from across the hall, and my eyes shot to the clock. It was already 6 am I hadn't even noticed how the window was getting lighter. In just an half an

hour we would be heading off to Port Angeles to catch my first flight to Seattle then I would climb on to my plane that would take me to Italy. And away from the little town that had

changed my life.