Being the utter spaz that I am, I forgot that I already posted the Lost and Found chapter I intended to post today. So, instead, here is my new story. This has been floating in my head since I read a one shot called In My Head (in my favourites), based on the same Bianca Ryan song you will find in the next chapter, and I felt like it had to be done before my head exploded. So now, you get a new story. You lucky things.

Tehe

Thank you for your support and patience, and for putting up with my idiocy.

Glitterb

Prologue: Discovery

EPOV

I stared blankly at the wall of the room that had been dubbed as mine. It wasn't mine, not really. It was a guest room in the Denali sisters' house. There was no life in it, no personality, but I couldn't summon the strength to move from my current position, let alone try to change anything. It wasn't worth it anyway. Nothing was worth anything, not any more. In the words of Emily Bronte, 'the universe had turned to a mighty stranger', and there was no one to blame but myself. This vacancy, this inability to rouse my self to any action, this utter desperation, was all of my own making; that only served to make it even more unbearable.

A television was blaring down stairs. I wondered who was watching it. It wasn't football or baseball, so it couldn't be one of my brothers. Not a cooking or real estate show, so not Esme either. Carlisle preferred to read rather than watch TV. One of the girls then. But which one?

"It's Saturday night, we're live, and this is the final of this year's American Idol! Tonight, you will decide once and for all which of our three remaining acts has got what it takes to win the competition. They all want it, and they've all come a long way to get here, but tonight, only one person will be deemed worthy of a $1,000,000 cash prize, a record deal with Sony Records, and the chance to perform for the world, including the President of the United States, live on national television, as well as the title of …American Idol!"

Ah, a talent competition. Singers apparently. Alice then; she loved that kind of thing.

Well, I mused, I may as well listen. It's not like I have anything better to do.

The program went on and on. Every part was dragged out as much as was humanly possible, and it seemed to get more and more tedious. Sure, the singers were good, but none were outstanding in any way. The songs they sang were repetitive and predictable, and most of them were completely unsuitable for their voice, and too difficult for their ability. The first two contestants passed without incident, and I wondered why Alice continued to watch it. Their stories were supposed to be heart wrenching – one lost her parents at a young age, the other one was in a gang when he was in high school – but they just sounded trite and ridiculous.

I somehow managed to lift myself to my feet, with the intention of telling Alice to turn the stupid program off. Then, I heard the presenter announce the next contestant.

"We're down to our last finalist, and believe me, if you're looking for the total package, look no further than this girl, because she has got it all. Singing a song she wrote herself – she's come a long way to be here tonight so give her a big hand – ladies and gentlemen, for your viewing pleasure, with 'In My Head', it's the one, the only... Isabella Swan!"

WHAT!