So here is another story that my friend, DJ, had the idea of. She didn't want to write this chapter, so I decided to.

This story idea is hers, but we are writing it together.

Katielz and DJDanbogansta

Enjoy, read, and review please!

We do not own Twilight it belongs to Stephanie Meyer

Musing

I'm Not Okay(I Promise) – My Chemical Romance

Bella.

Stop.

I have been arrested, convicted of thievery.

Stop.

Currently being held at the Italian jail in Venice: Judge demands 300,000 to pay for missing antiques.

Stop.

I am innocent, but have no proof.

Stop.

Help.

I stared wordlessly at the telegram I had just received. The words weren't true. They couldn't be. Silent tears dripped down my face and onto the paper, making the ink run in long black rivers across the page. 300,000 dollars; that was the demand to set my father free; 300,000 dollars…

That was two times more than the house that I now sat in cost. More then I had ever had my whole life. The amount of money was impossible to comprehend; more money then I thought possible to own. I crumbled up the now stained paper, the edges giving me paper cuts that I couldn't feel as I slowly sank my head onto the table.

I would have to travel to Venice, find a way to get the money, and set my father free when I got there. It was the only chance I had possible.

Gathering all of my strength, I lifted my head from the table, pushed myself up and smoothed the paper out again, only to refold it and store it in the pocket of my dress. I walked slowly and calmly up the stairs towards my bedroom. I blindly reached under the bed and felt around for my suitcase. Locating it, I drew it from under the bed and threw it on top. I made my way to the closet and began to shove random clothes into the suitcase.

This was the beginning of how I ended up on a train that was currently headed towards New York.

I had left a brief note for my mother, Renée, back at the house. I couldn't exactly explain to her why my dad, Charlie, was now sitting in a jail cell in Venice.

Mom, I've gone on a brief trip to a friend's house on the other side of Chicago. As to when I shall return, I am not sure. Bella.

I knew that I was lying to her, but she couldn't know that Charlie was in jail. I didn't even know the real reason. Charlie had never told Renée or me what his job was, but he tended to leave the house once every month, saying that he had to leave on an urgent business trip. We lived in a reasonably good house in the nicer part of Chicago. Whatever Charlie's job was, it was a good job that allowed us more than the necessities in life.

I sighed heavily and leaned my head against the window of the train. I was staring out at the beautiful scenery as the landscapes in the cities flashed past me. I was now probably somewhere halfway between Chicago and New York.

There was no one else sitting with me inside the booth, so I was able to throw my bag on the opposite of the seat and put my legs up. I made sure my dress was flattened out and was not riding up.

I pulled my long brown hair over my shoulders and ran my fingers through it, trying to get rid of some of the knots. I glanced down at my abnormally pale hands and interlaced them together onto my lap.

I looked to the window once again and I was able to make out my reflection. My big, brown eyes stared back at me and I followed me features all the way down to my lips. I was a simple 17 year old women who was unescorted to New York at the moment. I knew that it was risky that I was without accompaniment. It was a good thing that I was not a beautiful woman.

I sighed for third time. I knew it was a little bit daring to pack a knife into my bag, but I had to be safe. I had to make sure that I was able to go to Venice and somehow rescue my father who was currently residing there, without getting hurt.

Speaking of rescuing, I had to think of someway to get that money. I had grabbed what spare money we had back at the house, but it didn't even cover a quarter of the wanted amount. I hoped that Charlie would have his bank papers with him and I would be able to get the information, get money and get him out.

Charlie also had a lot of explaining to do about him being convicted of thievery. I couldn't believe that he would actually be stealing in Venice. It had to be some kind of mistake.

One of the attendants came around to my booth and I quickly pulled my legs down in an attempt to look more ladylike. I didn't need any other rumours going around the train about me. I had already heard one rumour about how being unaccompanied, was scandalous of me to attempt.

By now, most people on the train had thought I was a stupid girl for coming on board. A long ride was upon me if everyone on the train continued in such manner. I was now hoping that the attendant going to speak to me was not rude.

"Is everything to your satisfaction Miss?" He politely asked me.

I was elated that he was not affected by the rumours.

"Yes thank you." I replied, smiling shyly.

He nodded his head once, held his head up high as he sneered down at me in disapproval, and then turned away from me, and back down the corridor.

So much for a polite attendant that didn't believe everything they heard coming to speak to me. Indeed, it was going to be a very long ride to New York. With no one to talk to who did not look down upon me.

I proceeded to let my mind wander by looking out into the depth of the green grass, and the rich dark brown of the trees that were speeding past me. The steady chugging of the train's engine was soothing and I closed my eyes in some type of contentment.

Some hours later, I felt the train come to a halt and I heard the rustling of women's gowns, and the men's canes clacking against the floor of the train. I suppressed a yawn and stood up, smoothing out the palates of my dress and hoisted my travel suitcase behind me as I peered out of the doorway of my booth.

I waited until most of the people on board had gone down the hall and then I trailed behind an older couple with their arms linked together. My heart clenched at the sight, I had always hoped and dreamed of finding someone that I would stay with until my old age.

I smiled to myself as I got off of the walkway and the crisp autumn air met my face and ruffled my hair. I walked down the side of the road, looking for any available cars.

I finally hailed a taxi that would take me to the coast where a boat awaited me. I glanced to my left and noticed the elderly couple that were trying to do the same as me, but with no such luck.

"Wait here please." I told the driver as I walked carefully over to the couple.

I curtsied slightly to them and said softly, "Here Sir," I gestured to the awaiting cab, "take this one."

The woman smiled brightly at me before her and her husband walked over to the car. I followed behind them quietly.

I rested my hand on the door as the man helped his wife into the car. The woman stopped and turned her head to face me. "You're not what the rumours say." She winked at me, smiled and then got into the car.

The husband followed her with a very nice 'thank you' towards me, and the car drove off. I grinned broadly at her comment; it sure made my gloomy day a lot brighter.

I walked along the sidewalk until I found an empty car parked alongside the rode. I approached the window and knocked softly, but still startled the poor man.

He leaned over the seat to open the door for me. He was about 30 years old, but his eyes looked older. His brown curly hair framed his face; he looked pretty small for an older man.

"Sorry to startle you Sir, I noticed you reading but didn't know how to get your attention without scaring you."

"Don't worry about it!" He said to me happily. "Come on in!"

I nodded my thanks and I went to the back door and slid into the seat. I threw my suitcase beside me and said to the man, "Could you take me to the coast, where the CSS Cobalt awaits?"

"Oh, you are taking the ship that goes to Spain?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Yes, I must then take another train to get to Italy." My voice became soft as I thought about Charlie.

His eyes widened and he almost shouted, "Italy! My, you sure are going a long ways away!"

I smiled sadly and said, "Yes."

With that, the driver turned around and began driving me towards the decision of my life that I could not change once I boarded it.

The drive down was short, but I learned a lot from the man. His name was Jonathan Baker, and he had seen everything for such a man as himself. He had been almost everywhere across the country. Even across the ocean a couple of times when he was a younger boy.

He toured all around, but finally settled in New York. He liked the city much more than the water. Jonathan was a smart man, and he told me different tales of him escaping from people, and his many adventures that led to trouble.

I was laughing hysterically at the stories, and for once, since I learned of Charlie's arresting, I was able to smile.

Once we arrived to the coast, I could see clearly the massive ship up ahead and I was a little nervous. I had never been outside of Chicago before in my life.

"Don't be a nervous lass, a woman like you can get anywhere in life." Jonathan told me, causing me to blush profusely.

I thanked him, and reached inside my case to get money for him. Jonathan held up his hand and refused sternly. "No payment please, I enjoyed this ride more than the other ones I've endured before."

I smiled warmly and thanked him again before opening the door and getting out. Jonathan also came out and grabbed my suitcase for me. "Well, good luck for whatever your business in Italy may be." Jonathan wished me, and bowed his head to me, and I returned with a curtsy of my own and made my way to the boat.

The closer I came to the boat, the more my fear began to build up. I felt like I was shrinking against it, and I had no way of escaping. I took a deep breath and walked forward into the line of people waiting to get on the boat. I had enough money to purchase a ticket, and I hoped that the tickets would not run out before I came up to the desk.

About a half an hour later, I finally made it the front of the line. I was lucky and managed to purchase the last ticket. A bunch of men grumbled in protest behind me as I silently thanked God and walked to the port to give my ticket to the usher at the dock.

The attendant at the top of the ramp took my suitcase and ticket and led me to my room. I followed through the winding hallways and memorized the way to get back to the top of the boat.

The boat itself was extravagant and very elaborately decorated. There were chandeliers that hung from the ceilings, and tables with embroidered cloths and silverware so shiny, I could see my reflection. It was outstanding, and impossible to fully believe that I was here, now, standing on this ship.

The attendant finally found my room and led me inside, where he put my suitcase on the bed, and then nodded his head and left me to myself.

I sat down on the bed and relished in the fact that I would be stuck on this boat for at least for a week.

I lay there until I heard the horns sounding, calling out to the people that the boat would be leaving.

I rushed up the stairs that led up to the deck of the boat and when I reached the top, I bolted to the railings. I laughed exuberantly and let myself go free. I knew that in a week, I would have to be more serious, but for now I could have my fun on this trip.

A man beside me started laughing with me and I turned to look at him, blushing.

"Sorry." I apologized and bowed my head down, taking my hands with me and clasping them together.

"Don't be." The man replied.

I looked up and I was met with blond hair. The man looked to be around my age, but he still had his boyish features.

"My apologies, my name is Sir Michael Newton." He reached a hand out towards me and I gave him my hand, which he kissed.

I blushed and withdrew my hand back, tucking a wayward strand of hair back behind my ear. I was a little uncomfortable around him. I was sure he met no harm, but he was one of those people that you just don't want to get to know.

We returned facing the sea of people below us, and I waved along with the hundreds of other people waving on the ship.

Once the ship was away from the land, people began to leave the deck and wander to explore.

Sir Newton however stayed behind with me and started asking questions.

He wanted to know whom I was, what I was doing here and if I was alone. When I told him my name was Isabella Swan and I was currently alone going to Venice, Italy, to see my father, he was shocked.

"You should not be alone Miss Bella." He insisted. "Let me accompany you."

"That's alright, I'm perfectly fine. Besides, it's out of your way, you are going to France." I protested back to him.

"If you'll excuse me, I think I am going to catch a bit of rest." I politely excused myself from his presence and left to go to my chamber.

And that's how it went for the rest of the week.

I might have been a little bit sick when I got off of the boat. I don't know if it was from being on sea for too long, or from Sir Newton's presence. He was a persistent man and would not leave me alone for one waking minute of the day. He accompanied me to the dinners, the dances, and the other activities that were held each night.

I rubbed my temple in distress as I quickly made my way from Sir Newton, who was currently calling out my name in frustration.

I hid inside a cab and asked them to give me a ride to the nearest train station, and gave the driver my money.

I leaned my head against the seat and waited to arrive at the station.

The trip was indeed magnificent. The part that I loved the most was gazing out at the water and watching the dolphins jump out of the water while the sun was setting or rising. The water seemed to glow and it looked like there were absolutely no problems with the world.

I remember every detail and event that happened. From when I had fallen down the stairs and earned a bruise on my hip and a few scratches on my hands, to the comedians inside the dining rooms and the pianists that played something different every night.

I had fallen asleep in the taxi only to be awoken by the driver shaking me angrily yelling at me that the train was leaving soon.

I scurried out the door and purchased yet another ticket and held onto my hat that was threatening to blow away as I ran down to the train.

I glanced to my right and I saw a poster on the brick wall that read:

Wanted:

Edward Cullen

For thievery and Murder

But I paid not the slightest bit of attention to it then. Funny how the littlest thing can become the biggest part of your life, isn't it?