Hello guys, I had this idea about a story in my head and I decided to give it a try. I'm sorry for any mistakes that you may find and I hope you enjoy reading the first chapter. It's not much, but it should give you an idea of the story. I'd be more than happy if you could also leave a review.

I don't own any twilight characters or anything, except for the plot everything belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

The moment I entered the house I knew that we would move again.

As always I had come in through the garage, since you don't have to look through your very stuffed bag for the keys first, you can just enter the nice code and the doors open for you. I used to say "Open Sesame!" when I was a kid, but not now anymore.

I tripped over a box, knocking over another box and falling face first. Gladly I was able to catch my fall so I just bumped my knee. Ouch.

"Cassie, that you?" I heard from the kitchen.

"No, Mam. It's the plumber."

My mother looked around the corner from the kitchen and smiled. You see, this was our own little private joke. Because that was the answer she got from my dad the night he had proposed to her.

Of course she had asked "Eric, that you?" instead. She had told me the story like a million times, but I never got tired of it. I knew she was talking about my father then and I loved it. Because these stories were all I had. Except for one photo on my nightstand.

My father died on a business trip. At least that's what they told us, his body was never found.

"Do you want pancakes?" my mother asked and I could see that she was worried about something.

I smiled. "Sure. And then you can tell me why we're moving again." I dropped my bag, kicked of my shoes and set down on a chair in the kitchen.

My mother sighed. "What gave it away?"

I laughed. "Probably all those boxes over there. Especially the one I tripped over."

I got up and got plates for the both of us and sat down again. The sunlight was shining in through the curtains and I felt at ease. It didn't really bother me that we moved again. My mother worked for a big company all her life now and I just didn't know it any better. She worked as an independent doctor who managed everything herself; the company was just some kind of club where they helped each other. I didn't have any friends or something like that here in Mahwah, New Jersey. Well, except for the nice librarian down at the library, that let me help out once in a while. I just loved books.

I was just curious where we would be going.

"Mom, you know it doesn't bother me." I smiled at her. "Just tell me where we'll be moving."

She sat down at the table and put a pancake on each our plates.

"To La Push in Washington."

I tipped my head. "We've never lived on the west coast."

"I know. La Push is a small town of the Quileute tribe and they're in need of a doctor there, since the last one died a few weeks ago. So I said we would go." She looked expectantly at me.

I just smiled again. "Sounds interesting to me."

And with that we fell silent and enjoyed our pancakes.

Later I went down to the Interstate Shopping Centre to get a new book for me. It was kind of a treat to myself, I did this from time to time and with the upcoming move I thought I deserved it. When I crossed the parking lot I saw her. She wore a red dress, probably 1850. I tried to stay calm and just walk over to the store, concentrating on the "50% off"-sign.

"Oh my god, where did it go? I lost my ring! This can't be! Charles will be devastated! Oh no…what will mother say?" I heard her and then a sob.

I had to stay focused, best would be if I just walked right through her. I couldn't give IT away. She would know and not leave me alone until I said the words.

I walked a bit to the left so I could just walk right through her. A chill went down my spine as I almost reached her. I knew she needed help and I knew that I was able to help her, but every time I said the words, things got really bad. It wasn't in the nature of the living to help the dead. You had to pay a price, like with everything else in life. Or death.

I took a deep breath and stepped through her. She didn't notice me and I sighed.

I went and got my book.

Back at home I started packing. I really hoped that La Push didn't have a rich history; maybe I could live a normal life there. At least as normal as it could get for someone like me.

I had another week in Mahwah and I was actually looking forward to getting away. Not that I didn't like the town, it was lovely. But too many things happened here and too many people have lived here, too many memories and too many shattered dreams. You know, I have this theory.

Everywhere we go, we leave something behind. Something like a piece of ourselves, of our soul. Not every time, only if something significant happened to us, good or bad. Or if we stayed longer at one place and filled it with memories of us. Ever wondered why old houses always felt so…alive?

Because they're in some way.

Within the next week our house was empty and it was our turn to board the plane. Some of our stuff had been flown over, but some things had been shipped by truck and wouldn't be in La Push for another 6 days or so. My bed for example. Nice, huh? My mother forgot about it! So I'd have to sleep on some old mattress till then. Or I could just sleep in my dresser. Because she strangely remembered that very essential piece of furniture. But as a matter of fact I couldn't stay mad for long, at least not at my mother. She had enough to do with all her doctor stuff and she really didn't need me to act up in any way. We were each other's helper.

The airport was totally cramped with people and we tried to rush through the crowd; first dropping off our luggage and then looking for our gate. Relaxation kicked in as soon as my butt touched my seat on the plane and I dozed off very quickly. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night, because I was so nervous and curious at once and my mother didn't even complain since she had to buckle me up for the flight.

We were on our way.

The moment I woke up was the moment we landed in Seattle. And the moment I saw the young stewardess that pushed a little tray with drinks. She caught me looking at her. "Would you like to have an orange juice?" Since I was very thirsty I said yes, though I thought it was strange to offer something to drink when we already had arrived at our destination. I nodded my head and that's when I realized that the tray was made of wood. The stewardess threw her hand up and covered her mouth. She looked at me in shock. "You can see me?"