A/N: Disclaimer for entire story: I'm not Stephenie Meyer and I don't own Twilight or any of it's characters.

This is my first Twilight fic.! Hope you like it!

Just in case you get confused I'll tell you right now: Emmett, Alice, and Bella are siblings. Emmett (Em)should be 21, Alice (Ali) should be 19, and Isabella (Bella) is 18. They are children of Charles and Rebeca Swanson. (I tried to think of names that might have been used in the early 1900's/ late 1800's. Charlie and Renee Swan didn't sound like they were from 1900's so I came up with Charles and Rebeca Swanson because they sound a little like Charlie and Renee)

Memories

Chapter 1: Hidden

Isabella's POV

Standing on the porch, I looked up at the sky. There was a storm coming. I didn't need a weather man to tell that. The sky was grey with storm clouds and it was lightening; not yet touching the ground, but not yet raining either.

I wrapped my coat tighter around me and ran around back to my little garden. It wasn't doing too well, despite all the rain lately. I didn't get much to eat from this garden, and it was my only food source.

Wind whipping my dress around me, I began digging around in the dirt, hoping to find something eatable. Then I remembered that little potato I had saved for dinner at lunchtime today. Hurrying, I began looking in the middle of the potato row. There it was, right where I left it. I grabbed it and ran back to the cabin, desperate to get back before it started raining.

My father, Charles, and brother, Emmett, built this cabin 7 years ago in 1914. They found a little meadow while hunting for food once in this forest. Then Mother and Father decided to build a house here. Father cut down trees from the forest around the meadow. Em, 14 then, wanted to help, so him and Father build this little cabin for us to live during the Spring. I was 11 then. Now I am 18.

I sighed. I didn't have that happy little family anymore. Everyone, Mother, Father, Em, Ali, everyone were dead. I was all alone, in hiding here in the forest. No one knew about me; no one except Samuel, Father's old friend. He trusted Samuel to keep Emmett and me safe.

"I should go to Samuel's house soon. Maybe after this storm is over." I thought. I still went to Samuel's house every month when I could. Samuel lived there, (I don't know where, just how to get there) with his grandson, Collin. I never liked Collin. He was always mean to me; from aggravating me to insulting me, and everything in between.

I watched the rain pour down on the one little window. It had never rained so hard since that night Father left. I sat there eating my potatoe but not really paying attention to it. I remembered that night when Father left.

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It was raining. Raining hard. I stared out the window. Father was down below in the drive way loading things he'd need into his car. We we're lucky enough to have a car. Some families don't. We were one of the few poor families who owned one.

I stared down at the photograph of our family. We were all happy in that photograph. But that was about 6 years ago; before Mother died and before they had sent Ali to that asylum. No one was happy anyone. Well, Em was a little if you count trying to make jokes out of everything as happy. But that's just Em, he's just like that.

I carefully placed the photograph under my pillow whne I heard the door open. It was nice and safe now. I treasured that photograph. I cried and nearly beat Em when he told me when he'd said he'd lost it when he went to town it was just a little joke. He does things like that too much.

I slowly walked down the stairs to the room where Father was. I was grateful for every second that I knew he was still with me here in this house. I'd really miss it.

"Are we leaving soon, Father?" I asked him.

"Yes, Bella, I'm sorry. Go tell your brother that you need to pack."

"Yes, Father." I replied politely. I walked slower than normal up the stairs to Em's room. I open the door slower than normal, too. "Hey, Em? Father says we should start packing now." I whispered. I even talk slower and quieter than normal. Em was sitting on his bed playing with some kind of cards.

"Yeah, yeah, Bella. In a minute." He said back. Knowing him, he'd probably not have started by the time to go.

I went back across the small hall to my room. I grabbed a few of my favorite dresses to wear and folded the neatly into my small luggage. And the two blankets that Mother has sewn me. Then the dress she'd made be two years ago. Then my two little dolls I got when I was five. They still comfort me. One was from Mother, the other from Ali. And lastly I placed the photograph carefully on top of every.

I closed the top and walked back down to Father. He was still there in that same room. I started to walk out the door to put it in the car when he stopped me. He took my bag and said, "Let me do that, Bella"

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Em had finally got down here from his room. We got in the car and took off. We were going to our little cabin in the forest. We'd have to walk half the way, because it didn't have a drive way. That made it the perfect place to hide.

Father had been drafted into the war. That meant he was probably going to die, too. And just almost a year after our Mother had died, too. It was just our family's luck. But I curse myself internally for thinking about this. We'd had some luck. Em wasn't drafted yet, but he was old enough at 18 to be. That's why we're even doing this, to protect him and me. So even if he does get drafted, no one can find him to make him, as much as he might want to go fight in that war.

But we had to go every month to see Samuel and Collin, who was to old to go and was too young to go. I hated Collin, he was mean to me. But he lived with his grandfather, who Father trusted, so we had to go.

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After we walked there and Father helped us unpack it was time for him to go. I walked slowly to the porch where Em and him were.

"Do you have to go, Father?" I asked, it sounded more begging than I meant.

"Yes. Bella, babe, you know I do."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't hope." I felt sad, but more afraid for him than anything. I was going to cry soon, I felt it.

"Oh, Bella! Come here, babe." He said, sadly. I obeyed.

"Listen, Bella. Don't worry about me. I'll always be with you, right here in your heart." He said that patting my heart. He made it sound like he knew he was going to die soon. "And in your memories, just like your Mother is." That really made it sound like he was going to die. All the words seemed like they were coming from the other side of a long tunnel. "I promise I'll see you again, someday, Bella, dear. I love you. And you too Emmett." With that he turned away.

"Wait!" I yelled. It was the loudest thing I'd said in two days. But He did turn back around.

"You can't just leave me here. Mother died just a few months ago and Emmett's not serious enough!" I said softly, really pleading now. Faintly I heard Em say,"Hey!"

"That's exacly why your going to visit Samuel. Promise me you will. And promise me you'll help your brother take care of you. It will give me peace of heart."

"I promise. I'm 15, Father, I can practically take care of myself now." I was the youngest in the family but still old enough to take care of myself.

"Yes, I know. But I don't feel comfertable leaving you by yourself. And Em needs a place to stay even if he doesn't want to. And speaking of which, Em promise me you won't go off to fight in the war."

"I promise." Em mumbled.

"Good. Now, goodbye. I love you both." He turned and walked back toward the forest. Only when the forest trees swallowed him up and I couldn't see him, did I finally start to cry. Em led me into the Kitchen and sat me down beside him at the small little table. I lend into him and cryed silently. He rubbed my hair back. He was really being a big brother now. That's good.

I was angry at myself for crying. I was 15 now. I shouldn't be crying now, nothing had happened yet.

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That was in 1918, its 1921 now. An here I sat crying at the same place in the same chair looking out the same window. I could literally imagine Em in the chair beside me, comforting me.

But I had a different reason for crying this time. I cryed all the time now. But I cryed now because of all the memories. Memories of what happened after that one little day:

I really hope you guys like this story. It just randomly popped into my head sometime around 2AM one morning. Its odd most of my good ideas come to me in the middle of the night when I'm half asleep. Well anyway, so I thought of this and thought It was my best Twilight idea. So I typed it up and here you go.

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