I sat in Bella's room as I watched her sleep. She was so peaceful, so quiet; it took my breath away every time I looked at her. I watched her as she turned over in her sleep trying to become more comfortable.

Bella was talking to herself about school. I understood a few words, but the rest were incomprehensible. I heard my name mentioned a few times in each sentence. Every time I heard her whisper my name, I felt as though my dead heart could come alive again.

Once or twice she mentioned Mike Newton's name, which made me scowl, but I was mentioned many times more so I was okay with it.

Bella turned to her side. I saw a corner of something navy blue sticking out from under her pillow. I looked at her. I could get it out without her noticing, she wasn't much of a light sleeper, but I wasn't sure if that would be snooping too much.

I felt my hand move towards it slowly not out of my free will. If Bella found out she would very mad that I was snooping through her stuff. Then again, there was no way she could find out unless she seduced me into telling her.

Knowing Bella, that was very likely a possibility. I would easily cave in if she asked.

I pulled the navy blue thing out from under her pillow with vampire speed. I kept my eyes on Bella. She didn't even flinch. I heard her mumble something about my sister and I decided I was safe.

I looked down at the object I was holding. It was a journal. The term diary would be too feminine for this book. It was plain and looked like she tossed it around in her room several times.

I opened it up to the first page. Her messy scrawl adorned the page. It was written in black ink. As I flipped through the book I saw that she switched from pen to pencil at random times.

Bella could be very spontaneous. I smiled and tried to suppress a laugh so not to wake my angel up. She was so cute.

I thought about reading it. It couldn't hurt too much. I have read everyone else's thoughts and I have very little sense of privacy. Bella was always editing her thoughts, so perhaps by reading this I could get to know her a bit better.

Although, I bet that she would be furious if she found out. Not that she could do anything about it with me being a vampire and her being so delicate and frail. She was as breakable as a china doll, but she was far more beautiful.

I began to read, glancing up at her every now and again to make sure she still was sleeping.

January 17, 2005 (on the plane)

Renee gave me this thing to write down my 'inner-most secrets and desires' in. It is so stupid. I doubt that I will keep writing in this after a week. The only reason I am writing in this is because I am unbelievably bored.

I am on the plane to go to Forks, Washington. It is perhaps the most dreary and depressing place in the universe. I think there have been a grand total of five sunny days in one year at maximum.

I have to leave my mother though. Not that she is annoying me or anything like that, but she needs some time alone. Well, somewhat alone.

She has Phil now, and I sure don't want to walk in on my mom kissing or doing anything else with him. Not that he isn't a great guy, but he is married to my mom. Gross.

I think that if I leave Renee will be happier. Besides, I haven't seen Charlie (mental note to self: in Forks call him dad) for ages. He probably is lonely stuck in a place as drab as Forks all alone.

I want to sleep but I can't on the plane. I don't like to sleep while traveling. It sometimes scares me. I mean, what if I wake up and I am in a totally different place and have missed something? Like I forget to get off of the plane and I am on a new flight.

Not that that could happen. The flight attendant would wake me up…but still, I love to worry.

Renee says that I act like the adult. Actually, sometimes I feel like I am older than my mom. I know that I am probably worrying more about her than she is worrying about me. She is the one who always forgets the laundry or to buy groceries. I am the responsible one.

My hand is cramped and my eyes hurt from trying to see my handwriting in the dark. I might as well turn off my light and pretend to sleep so that the flight attendant won't hiss at me to go to sleep.

I looked up at Bella. She was still sleeping soundly. I dared to turn the page to the next entry.