All belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter-1

Bella POV

He left me.

He left.

Me.

Edward's gone.

And then the darkness took me.

4 months later~ Jacksonville, Florida

It's been 4 months now. Five long months that seem so short but unbearable, since 'he' left me. I still can't think of his name. It's too painful, and I just want to feel numb.

I'm sitting in my room, looking out into the streets of my new home. If you can really call it that. I live with my mother, Reńee, and her new husband, my step dad, Phil, in the three bedroom, two and a half bathroom house. But I sometimes wish I was still in my two bedroom, one bathroom home in Forks.

I have my memories there; of my bed, my room, my school, my wind- 'Stop RIGHT there.'

That is exactly why I left though. To try to remember, but also forget. Also, my mother and Phil came and practically dragged me to the plane and to my new life. So I'm in a soft pink and grey room because I can't stand purple, or any other color that reminded me of 'him'.

"Bella?" Reńee called, running into my room. "I have an idea that we can try. Since it's Christmas break I thought we could do something fun!" My mother was jumping erratically in place. This must be big. Sigh.

"Alright, mom. What is it?" I asked, looking from the window of emptiness.

"I was wondering if we could take guitar lessons? You know, together? Some mother-daughter time, since it's your senior year, and my baby is going up. Also, you have a beautiful voice, honey. It could be a new hobby! And you love to write, don't you? So, you could write your own songs and-"

I cut my mother off from her speech, because she was turning blue from lack of air, by raising my hand.

"Mom?"

"Yes, dear?" She asked with wide, hopeful eyes.

Hmmm, why not? I asked myself mentally.

I smiled, "You had me at 'mother-daughter time'.

Reńee screamed with excitement and grabbed her keys and my hand, "The class starts in 30 minutes! We better hurry so we can beat rush hour!"

I laughed at my estranged, hair-brained mother.

"So you just knew I'd automatically say yes and agree?" I asked as I got into the car. I wanted to fill the silence, I didn't want the pain in my stomach to shatter in a car with Reńee. She'd probably take me to the hospital as soon as I turn over, with my head between my knees, arms around my legs, and scream in loss and pain...

"No. I was just hoping..."; She smile at me with mischief in her eye and a glint of excitement- but that was to be expected. Anything and possibly everything excites her. And that's why I 'chose' to live with her.

"Sure, okay Mom. Whatever you say."

I replied with a playful eye roll. But then

a very important thought popped in my mind. "Um... Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie?" She replied, keeping her eyes on the road as we just got off the highway and had beaten rush hour.

"Um... What about guitars?" I asked, feeling quite stupid for not thinking of this earlier. I mean, come on! We are going to need Guitars for Guitar class.

"Oh!" She started laughing as if it was the most hilarious thing I said in months. Well… it just MIGHT be the most hilarious thing I said in months. I've been like a zombie since my birthday in September.

"Bella. Look in the backseat, Hun."

I looked and there was two beautiful guitars wedged between the backseat and the two front seats. They were both acoustic guitars but were different colors. One was black and the other midnight blue. "Those are great mom! But I'm starting to believe you automatically knew I was going to say yes." I stated with a teasing glare.

She giggled, "Oh, just pick!"

Hmmm...

"Can I have the midnight blue one?" I don't know why, but I felt an attraction to it. Like I knew I'd love it and love to play it.

"Of course! Now here we are!"

I got out of the car and headed to the building with a picture of music notes and guitars on the window, with MY own guitar in my hand.