Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Prologue

I tell you this, not to brag about my life (which was spectacular) but to let you know that anything is possible. Anything in your wildest imagination. I should know. I'm in a wonderland right now. Before I start my journey, I should warn you; this is not a depressing story. So, if you're looking for a psychopathic killer or a bunch of angst, move onto someone else. I had a great life filled with fun and sunshine and love but that's all due to my family. My true family. This is my story, because of them.

1. Remembrance

I suppose my story goes back to my fourteenth birthday. That's when my life truly began. Renee was the only parent I had ever known and I was an only child…or so I thought. It was on this day that my mom had forgotten my birthday…again. I was a loner at school, aside from Jacob Black and James Tracker. They were the only ones who talked to me. My mom had recently met Phil who would be my stepfather in two days. Talk about rushing into marriage. I vowed never to do that.

Renee loved me, but she just didn't want to be a mother. She set a few strict rules for me to follow, which she thought proved she was a worthy care-taker. That was why Jake and Jimmy couldn't come over for my birthday; no boys allowed.

Renee had forgotten my birthdays more and more often as I grew, so I was used to it and thought it ridiculous when anyone remembered my birthday and gave me presents. I didn't deserve them.

Somehow, Renee's neglect didn't get to me much, aside from the whole present thing. We did love each other, but we were distant. I grew independent and somehow I could make people laugh. If my life were Friends, just call me Chandler. I'd go to the nursing home and tell jokes to the elderly. Putting on the last few smiles before they moved on.

When I wasn't spreading happiness, I took up my three passions. Art, singing, and reading. They became my life.

It was on September 13th of 2005 that things came into perspective. I snuck onto the roof on my birthday to gaze at the moon and stars. They were always there. A source of home since I'd had none at the time.

It was past midnight when my mom pulled into the driveway. That was my cue to leave, for I knew she wouldn't want me up here. Once I got safely inside the attic, I noticed the moonlight cast a stream onto a box. A large rectangular green one, that easily blended into the shadows. Must have been why I'd never seen it before.

I could hear Renee bustling around the kitchen, not paying attention to me, and I took advantage of that.

Curiosity coursed through me and I opened up the box…

Pictures of myself I had never seen before and ones with people just as recognizable were the box's occupants. A newspaper clipping was at the bottom. Amnesia in Washington was across the top with a picture of a horrendous car chewed to bits.

Reading the first few lines was when it all hit me. The memories and the tears.

I had been in that accident. I had gotten the amnesia and after all these years, I was remembering again. Renee had been leaving my father, (What was his name? Charles, Charlie? Chucky! That was it.) barreling down the highway along with me. For whatever reason, she had decided to bring me, which turned out horribly wrong. She hadn't been watching where she was going and BAM! I'm gone. Somehow, I had remembered her, but not the most important person to me at the time. My brother. Aww Emmett! Emmybear! He would've been six when this all happened for I was four at the time. And OH MY GOD! He would still remember me!

As I lay there, sobs wracking through my body, I vaguely heard footsteps getting increasingly louder. And suddenly Renee was there.

"Well you know," she said as though expecting this. "I guess my work here is done. You'll probably want to call Emmett tomorrow, huh?"

Clenching my teeth, I suppressed my rage. She acted so flippantly. So…Renee. But I reminded myself that she wasn't a good mother. She didn't know how much it'd mean to me.

"That'd be nice," I said tightly, controlled.

"Mm-kay! Go to bed when you feel. I think I'm going out, so be ready for school tomorrow. You'll have to call information for Emmett's number but-"

"Renee, why did you take me?" I interrupted. She grew quiet and when I turned to face her, she actually looked…guilty! Wow! There's a first.

"Emmett was at a friend's house. I would've taken him." I stared at her blankly, not that surprised.

"I'm glad he wasn't there," I told her. "He would've gotten hurt."

"Yeah." She grew uncomfortable, then, without much else, she left.

Though I loved school, I skipped the next day. Renee wouldn't know (she was still out) and something told me she wouldn't care much either. I just had to recuperate.

At seven that night, I called my brother for the first time.

"Yello!" Emmet's deep voice rang out.

"Hi uhh Emmy-bear? Can you guess who it is?" He gasped

"Bellsey! Oh my God! I've been waiting so long to hear your voice."

"Yeah I-" I had to swallow back the tears a little. "I just remembered… Why didn't you ever call me?"

"Mom said to let you figure it out…to be patient. I had to respect that."

"Yeah. Where's Chucky?"

"Dad…he left about a week ago."

"He left you?"

"Yeah. Forks is small so everyone kinda takes care of me. And I'm grown, I can handle myself."

"Where'd he go?"

"Beats me. Just left a note saying goodbye. It's OK. Chucky didn't care."

"Some parents we have, huh?"

"Where's your Mom?"

"Renee is out gallivanting with some guy."

"Nice." It was silent for a moment. Then, "I missed you Bellsey." It was spoken in a whisper.

The tears broke free then and I sobbed convulsively. "I missed you, too, Emmybear…I'm sorry I forgot."

"S'not your fault!"

"Yeah."

And since then, Emmet and I talked. Over the summer, he came and stayed with me, where he met Jake and James.

Well, after he left was when Jake started expressing interest in me. We were bored and decided to date. What else was there to do? We didn't have any feelings for each other but…whatever.

We were an OK couple, until Jake met Nessie. Nessie was nice and beautiful and Jake fell hard for her. I didn't grudge him on that. He deserved a happy ending. We tried to stay friends but we got busier with our own lives. James moved to Alaska about a week after Jake and I became a couple so nothing else tied me to Phoenix anymore. That's when I proposed a big change to Emmet. Could I move in with him? He'd be eighteen by the end of June. It would be legal. He, of course, agreed so everything was set…and my life began.


Author's Note: So this is obviously my first fanfiction. After much deliberation, it is finally up and published. Because this is the first, it isn't as...well written as the fanfiction I aspire to write, but these things take time. By the way, I changed Charlie to Chucky because I love Charlie too much and I thought giving him a different name would soften the blow of his neglect. At least for me. So I hope this peaks your interest and don't worry Edward will be in it soon. Next chapter actually! Please review!