I lay on the cold ground covered in blood. I hear him walk over to me and pause. I would never see the blue sky again, the white fluffy clouds floating by over head. His touch chills my skin and it feels different than before. His touch is soft, gentle as if he is trying not to hurt me anymore than I am already hurt. I pry open one of my swollen eyes and see that the person standing over me is not the monster that left me here to die.

This man is beautiful like an angel. He is surrounded in light and his eyes shine a bright golden color. He is the most amazing person I have ever seen before. I wish I could see him clearly, that I could reach out and touch him. Check and see if he is truly there or imaginary. Am I still alive or is this the angel that has come to take me to heaven.

Before I can find out who he is or why he is there, I am pulled backward in time. All the events whirl past me and I see them all in reverse. When everything is still again, I am standing in my yard. I open my eyes and see that nothing has happened to me and I am fine. I turn and see the trailer I sleep in with my mother. I know what I have to do to change the monster from coming for me. I slowly turn back toward the road and sweep my eyes down to his house. There he stands in the window staring at me.

Days passed before the day came, I walked down the street and saw the car parked in the front of the trailer. The woman was sitting in the front waiting for me or my mother. I walked up to the door and she looked up and smiled at me.

The door opened and the heavy set curly brown haired woman stepped out, "Hello, are you Samantha?" He voice was thick from smoking.

"Yes ma'am." I stepped back from her, "My teachers said not to talk to strangers."

"I understand that. I am here to make sure that you are alright. My name is Michelle. Is your mother going to be home soon?"

"I don't know when she will be here. Sometimes she doesn't come home." I looked at the ground and hoped that she believed me and was here to take me away.

"Does that happen often? Your mother leaves you here with someone else?" She took a few steps toward the house and turned and smiled. "Why don't we go on in so that I can look around?"

"She doesn't leave me with anyone. I am here alone most of the time." I stayed in my spot, "I don't think that she would be happy if I let you inside without her."

"Well, I think that she wouldn't mind if I went in. If you would like you could stay here and I will go in alone." She walked toward the house and paused, "I would like to see your room, and without you I wouldn't know which one that is."

I frowned and followed her inside the house. She looked around and shook her head. She pulled her pen from her portfolio and started writing things down. She turned to me and headed toward my room. "This is my room." She looked at the bare room. There was no bed, no toys, no clothes; it was just an empty room.

"Where do you sleep?"

I opened the closet and pointed at the floor, "There. I like to stay inside here to keep the monsters away and it is warmer."

She reached up and wiped something from her face, and started writing again. The front door opened and a man yelled for my mother.

"Do you know who that is?"

"That is Jim. He is here to buy me for a night." I dropped to the floor and crawled into the closet. I listened as the woman made a phone call to the police.

"Who the hell are you?" Jim was a dirty large man with long stringy greasy hair.

"I am Tina's sister. You must be the man that is buying the brat." I trembled inside the closet when she said this. How could that be true? She had just called the police, right?

"She told you about that?" He was nervous now. His voice shook a little when he spoke. "I don't feel comfortable with that."

"She wants her money and something came up. She said I could have some of it, if I came here and waited for you." She stepped toward him and smiled, "So where is it? Where's the money?"

"It's right here, but where is the girl." He pulled the money from his pocket and flashed it in front of her.

"She's hiding in the closet. She's afraid of me, you know. So have you done this before?" She opened the closet door and pulled me to my feet. "Let's take this to the living room. You can take her and go as soon as I count this."

She started counting the money as we walked back to the filthy living room. She dropped it on the counter and turned to him. "So is this your first time buying a kid or what?"

"I've never had to buy them before. When Tina offered her up I knew that she wouldn't be turning me in. I don't want to go back to jail." He kept his eyes on me, but tried to follow the conversation. "I got out of jail last year."

"That's really too bad because it seems as though you will be going back there." She stepped over to me. "I am a social worker for the state and the police are right outside. I taped this whole conversation with you. You should have kept to yourself and stayed away from little kids." She kept her hand on my shoulder and made sure I was behind her.

The police flew into the living room and knocked him to the ground. They had him cuffed and back out the door before I could even grasp what had happened. My mother's voice rang out from the lawn and I knew that she was being arrested also. Michelle walked to the door and watched as they cuffed her and put her in the car. I ran into my room and pulled out the only toy that I had, an old dirty ragged doll.

The woman followed me and with her softest voice said, "I know that this is scary for you, but everything is going to be alright now. I am going to take you away from here and you will never have to go through this again."

I was walking with her when a soft knock sounded on the door. She looked at me again and sighed. I didn't know who would come here now, maybe a friend of my mother coming to spend her money with her.

"I am sorry to bother you ma'am, but I live next door and I saw what happened. I was wondering if Samantha is alright." His voice shook with emotion and I knew that it was Kyle. He had been a protector of mine since I could remember. He watched out for me when my mother was away and made sure that I was eating enough.

She looked him over and shook her head, "I am sorry, but I can't talk to you about this." She stepped back to close the door, but I stepped in front of her.

"I'm alright. This lady says that she is going to take me somewhere safe." I turned back to her and sighed, "This is Kyle. He helps me."

I could tell by her face that she didn't think that he had helped enough. "I am sorry, I was just so worried. She is only eight years old and there is so much that could have happened to her. I called you guys before, but no one did anything."

Her face softened and she sighed again, "I saw in her file that someone had made several complaints, but no abuse was found. I am just thankful that we got her in time." She ushered me out of the house and down toward her car.

I glanced back at Kyle and saw that he was wiping his eye on his sleeve. I wondered if I would ever see him again. He had been very kind to me and in many ways had kept me alive over the years. I knew that he and Marcy would miss me.

I watched as the trailers flashed by the window as we drove to wherever she was taking me. She had never really told me where that was. She pulled up to a building and parked in a space. "This is my office. You will stay with me for a bit until we can find a place for you."

"Why couldn't I just stay with Kyle and Marcy? They would have taken care of me just fine." I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to keep the fears back, "I should have just gone to them, instead of telling that teacher."

Her face clouded, but she smiled, "I know that this is hard for you and you may think that this is really scary, but I promise that it will be alright."

I followed her into her office and took a seat in one of the soft chairs that faced her desk. I listened as she made a few calls and then sighed again. The knock on the door startled her, but she gathered herself and stood to answer it. A short balding man opened the door and cleared his throat, "Michelle, the mother contacted her sister and she is here to talk to you." His voice was soft and kind. He smiled over at me, "She seems really upset about this situation."

"Okay, I will be out to speak with her in one moment." She turned to me and smiled, "Have you ever met your aunt before?"

I shook my head and thought back. I had never met anyone through my mom that had shown any interest in me. I was nervous about the type of sister that my mother would have. "Stay here for me please and I will speak with her."

She walked out the door and I was left alone in the small office. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I know what I wanted to do. I wanted to run out of the office and the building and disappear before my mother's evil twin got a hold of me, but I guess that my mother would be considered the evil twin. Maybe this sister would be the good one, the one that had taken the right path in life. I walked to the small window and looked out over the parking lot.

It was full of cars and people rushing around. I turned when the door opened and a beautiful woman entered. She smiled at me and I felt relieved. Michelle was standing behind her smiling too. She reached her hand out to me and said in a voice that had all my fears racing away, "Hello Sam, my name is Esme. I am your aunt."

I didn't reach for her hand though. There was something about this woman, even though she seemed very nice. I smiled up at her, but stayed where I was. I shifted my gaze to Michelle who had stepped forward, "Samantha, I think that this is going to be the best placement for you. Esme was shocked to find out about you and is very happy to have you as part of her family." She walked back behind her desk and sat down.

I guessed that I didn't have a choice in the matter. There was something strange about the woman standing in front of me. She was like no one I had ever seen before. I sighed and walked toward her. "Are her things somewhere?" Her voice was like no one I had ever heard either.

"She didn't have anything. I wish I could say that there was something, but no." I had my doll clamped against my side. It was the only comfort I had and I would not let anyone take her away.

Esme nodded and stepped back so that I could walk out of the office. "I will have my lawyer get all of the paperwork back to you quickly. There is no reason for this poor girl to be put out anymore than she already has."

Michelle nodded and we turned toward the exit of the building. I couldn't fight the unsettling feeling that I was headed to a much worse fate than the one that I was leaving behind.

We drove the entire way to Esme's home. We stopped a few times to eat, but I noticed that she didn't eat with me. She ordered food, but never really ate any. This didn't bother me much though. The food that I had asked for was probably not food she usually ate. I ate more than most eight year olds probably ate, but I was severely malnourished.

My unease with her was slowly ebbing. She seemed like she was really interested in what was best for me. "So did you like school?"

I didn't take my eyes from the window when I answered, "No, the kids were very mean to me there."

"I am really sorry about that. Your new school will be much better." I could tell that she was looking at me, but I refused to look back, "I have other children, they are much older than you, but you will love them. Carlisle is so excited to meet you. That is my husband."

I took a deep breath and sighed. I wonder if he is like her. She stopped talking to me after that. I thought that maybe we were close because she slowed the car a bit. The road that she took was horrible. There was nothing on either side. It seemed as though she was taking me into the woods. This was it. She was going to do whatever she planned and bury me out here.

I knew that couldn't be true. I was able to see the danger before it happened. I would be able to see what would lead up to the danger and see a small step that I could change in order to keep the danger away. I would get the vision when I needed to make a change so that I could make it.

The woods opened up and a huge house stood in front of me. I had never seen anything like it before. A slight excitment filled me at the thought of living here.

"You live here?" I was shocked by the sight of it.

"You live here now too." She stopped the car and turned to me smiling.

I watched as a man walked out of the house. He was like her and immediately the panic came back. He was perfect in every way. He had blonde hair and the same color eyes as Esme. He also had pale skin like her too. My door opened and he stood smiling down at me.

"Welcome, Samantha." He stepped back so that I could get out. His eyes darted from me to Esme and then back to me. He seemed to be talking to her through his eyes, "The others are in the house."

Esme stood outside the car door smiling. "Carlisle there is nothing to carry in. There was nothing to bring."

I saw the sadness enter his eyes, but he kept his smile in place. The fear was almost too much for me to bear. My head was telling me to run away, that these people were scary and shouldn't be trusted, but I didn't know where I would go. I was trapped.

I followed Esme and Carlisle up the steps toward the house and remembered what he had said; the others are in the house. There were others in there. I took a deep breath and told myself that I had been through worse. How bad could this really be? These people seemed nice enough.

The house was amazing. It was so open and so big. I scanned the room for the others that he had referred to and found them all standing like statues near the stairs. Carlisle stepped up to them and turned to me smiling, "Samantha, this is Emmet, Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper." He patted each one as he told me their names. The panic exploded in me and I saw the one called Jasper flinch. Then something strange happened, it just went away. The panic was still there a little, but I felt better, calm.

I met his knowing smile and smiled back. That was just really strange. Alice was also looking at me strangely. She stepped forward slightly as if she saw something on my face or something. I reached up and swiped at my mouth, maybe I had gotten ketchup on it or something.

"She looks a lot like Bella." She cocked her head and squinted her eyes, "That's weird." With a shrug she brushed it aside.

"Where are Edward and Bella? I really thought that he would be here." Esme spoke to the group.

The bear like guy named Emmett shrugged, "He was at school today, but who knows with him. He is really stressed out with the Seattle thing." He smiled at me and it was really funny. I looked away and focused on a spot on my beat up sneakers.

"I can show you your room if you would like me too." Alice jumped up a few of the steps and giggled, "I am too excited to have someone else to dress."

I nodded and followed behind her. I noticed that Jasper was following me, but kept a very large distance. I took the steps two at a time to try and keep up with the fairy like girl. She seemed like she had stepped out of the pages of one of the books I read at school, a friend of Tinker Bell maybe.

I was still alive for now and I no longer felt like running from the house screaming, but something made me feel like that was only because of Jasper. There was something about him and this family that was not normal.