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I woke up to find my room covered in boxes and my walls bare. I got out of bed confused and headed downstairs to find my parents. As I was walking down the hall I had to walk around boxes, it felt like a maze that you would see on some shampoo commercial except it being inside and not bushes. I finally got through the maze of boxes without falling into one. I walked down the stairs sliding a few times, my balance is horrible and just waking up doesn't help any.

I made it down stairs, surprisingly, in one piece. I walked in the kitchen and found my parents sitting at the bar drinking coffee. I sat across from them on the other side where my board and markers were waiting. I looked up at my parents' smiling faces and smiled back. I picked up the blue marker and started writing good morning on the board as my parents both said it to me. When I showed them the board they smiled again and my mom asked how I slept last night.

Now that she brought it up I actually can't recall sleeping at all. I was pondering on it for a while then started writing on the board, 'I don't remember sleeping or even falling asleep to be honest.' I wrote it fast and turned the board around for her and my dad top read. Before she read the board her eyes had hope in them and as she read it they changed to sad and worried. Her sad eyes didn't fit her face. Her skin was fair and her lips were plain. Her hair long and blond pulled back into a pony tail. None showing sadness. It was just her eyes that were misplaced. It was weird how she didn't change her face just her eyes.

It bothered me. It was like she was hiding something from me. She looked down at her coffee spinning the cup as she spoke. "Nothings changed then, you are still the same." I was shocked, no dumb founded at my mother's words. Did she want me to change and be someone else? What was so wrong with me that caused her pain and to say that? I felt like a red-headed step child and I don't even have red hair and she was my real mom. My REAL birth mother, and she said that. I was hurt, confused, sad, lost.

She got up and walked to the sink to wash her cup. When she was done she walked up stairs and my dad cleared his throat making me jump out of my confused state.

"Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to make you jump. From the confused look, I take it you haven't read your diary yet today." I shook my head no in response. "You will have time for that later in the car. Today we are moving. Hence the boxes and every room being bare. The diary explains everything. Now come on lets go up stairs so I can explain a few things for you." he gave me a weak smile and that's when I noticed his eyes matched my mother's sad and worried ones, except his weren't as worried as hers. His were more scared, but I wonder what about. Maybe the move? I gave him a weak but reassuring smile and got up and followed him with my board and bag of markers in hand, up the stairs to my room. We made it through the maze with me only tripping once over a small box filled with photo albums and more loose photos.

When we got to my room my dad told me I needed to strip the bed and put all of it in a pile off to the side. He pointed to a duffel bag in the corner and told me it had my clothes in it. Next to the bag was a pair of sneakers and flip flops.

Next he pointed to my desk that was empty of everything except for a pile of clothes. They consisted of a gray tank top and matching sweats, fresh undergarments, a black zip up sweater, socks and a small white notebook with doodles all over it. "If you need a small bag to put things in, I'm sure we can find one. Your toiletries bag is packed and in the bathroom. You might want to take a shower before we go. When your done just put the dirty stuff in that bag over there." He pointed to a black trash bag in the corner of the hallway by his and my moms room. "Put the towel over the rod in the bathroom when your done using it." He turned to leave the room but stopped and turned back around. "Oh, and you don't have a shower curtain so be careful when your getting out that you don't trip and fall." I nodded letting him know I understood.

He walked to the door and turned once again. "When we leave were going to a diner for breakfast so hurry up if your hungry." I nodded and smiled as he turned and walked out of my room closing the door behind him.

When he left I sat the board and makers down on my desk and went to the bed stripped it and threw all of it on the floor by my closet.

I went into the bathroom and started the shower. I walked over to the sink, opened my toiletries bag that was sitting on the edge and grabbed the shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and my razor. I walked back over to the shower and sat everything on the edge of the tub and stuck my hand under the water to test it. The water was warm on my skin. I pulled my hand out and got undressed and got in the shower. After I finished washing and stuff I stood under the under the water letting it run down every inch of my body possible. I just stood there thinking about what it will be like in the new town. I didn't even know where this new town was, or what it was called. I thought about if it was anything like being here in rainy year round Portland. Don't get me wrong I love it here but it could use a little bit more sun.

After I was finally done thinking, and the hot water started running low, I decided to get out. I was careful remembering what my father told me about the floor. I dried off and walked into my room wrapping the towel around my dripping wet hair. I loved that about my room, I didn't have to share a bathroom with anyone and I could walk in my bathroom in the morning without while I'm getting dressed and not worry about someone being in there. I wonder if my new room will have its own bathroom in it. I thought to myself and shrugging it off for later when I will find out.

I dressed quickly and found a bag in one of the untapped boxes for magazines and books and such. I ran back in the bathroom and brushed my teeth and my hair, which was already starting to dry underneath.

When I finished with everything I grabbed my bags that were going in the car with me, and my shoes, and brought them downstairs to the now completely empty living room and sat them down. The movers got here when I was in the shower and had over half the house empty. All that was left were a few boxes in the hallway upstairs, the ones in my room, and all the furniture in my room.

After the movers had everything packed in the moving van, we brought our stuff out to the vehicle. The movers were gone and all that was left out front was a black 2003 Chevy Trailblazer. Once everything was loaded I turned back and looked back at the house I grew up in, and took in my last mental picture of the house. I was going to miss the odd two tone greens of the house and the brick stone arch way leading to the porch and front door, the semi-dark wood of the front door and the metal black fence around the two halves of the front yard, and all the weird trees, stumps, and all the other things growing in the front yard. I smiled to myself then turned and got in the blazer.

After breakfast we were back on the road and I remembered my diary. I grabbed the bag off the floor at my feet and rummaged through it till I found the diary. It was a small journal about 6 inches tall. It was once whit till I took the privilege into to doodling all over the front with bright colors. It had pictures of horribly drawn dinosaurs, smiley faces, stars, hearts, and other random things. In the center of the cover in blue, red, orange, and purple in elementary school handwriting was 'Catherine Mary Anderson'. It made me laugh to myself, because all the letters were different sizes.

At first I was skeptical about reading it. I was a little afraid because my mom was so sad earlier. Maybe this will help her get the old me back. I thought to myself. I want to do that for her. I don't like seeing her upset or anything. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. I opened it to a random page and began reading.

August 13, 2007

Today at school was weird. It all felt familiar but I don't have any memories of being in high school. I have some from sixth grade but not many.
I don't even remember writing this.
I brought this journal to school because my dad said it would help me remember things at least for the day. So in my first class I didn't pay attention. Instead I was reading my journal. I read that I have amnesia.
I don't have amnesia. Only old people get that...right? I was scared now maybe this is what my mom is so sad about. I kept reading hopping to find out more about myself and my mothers sadness.
And that every time I go to sleep I wake up not remembering anything that happened before I went to sleep. I guess thats why I woke up confused on how I get where I was. It was weird having to read all about myself today. I read one entry that I have a perfect memory of to match. It was of me and my brother.
Brother? I don't have a brother. I think I would remember if I did. And I have no memory of playing at a park with a boy who was my brother. I kept reading even though this entry was weird and made me seem completely crazy.
We were playing at a park. And it talked about all the fun things we did there, like playing hide-and-go-seek, and playing on the monkey bars and swinging on the swings which was my favorite thing to do. I read other entries stating that I don't remember I even had a brother.
I don't even remember him now.
He was such an important person in my life and I can't even remember him most of the time. When I read the ones of me not remembering him I cried so much I had to leave my classes to go hide somewhere.
Maybe I do have a brother. But I just don't understand why he isn't here now with us while we move. Is he in college? Does he live in a different state? Are we going to move in with him? These questions kept flying around in my head so I continued on hopping to find more out about the brother I never knew I had.
I miss him. He was the best big brother. He died saving me.
WHAT? I can't believe that. He's dead. I don't even remember him and it pains me to know this. Why can't I remember him. He saved me and died in the process. I began crying without realizing it. I felt a little bit empty. A little less whole.
He died when I was seven. We were playing hide-and-go-seek in the park down the street from our house. Our parents were out shopping for my birthday that was coming up, so Kevin was watching me. He came up with the idea to play. He was it first and I hid in a a bunch of bushes that were up against the building that held the bathrooms. It was our first time playing hide-and-go-seek at the park so we didn't know where good places to hide were at. When he was done counting he began searching the playground area, hopping to find me in a tunnel or a slide. I saw some guy walking through the park in the same direction Kevin was standing. He walked right up to Kevin and started talking to him. Kevin yelled at him for something that i couldn't hear, and started to walk off in my direction. The weird guy chased after him and Kevin ran towards me, though i wasn't sure if he knew i was there. He was close enough to me that we could talk in a voice just above a whisper and I almost got up but he whispered for me to stay down as he walked past not keeping eye contact. It was like he knew the guy was coming for him and he was protecting me. He kept running and the man still chased him. The strange man took out a small hand gun and shot my brother in one of his legs and my brother fell to the ground with a cry of agony. He tried to get up and start running again but the guy caught up to him and started kicking him. He kicked him so hard that Kevin lost his breath and I also heard several crunches when he kicked him in his chest and back. The guy then slightly picked Kevin up and started dragging him to the woods not to far from where they were at. I was so shocked I couldn't even move. I wanted to run and save my brother but was too scared. I cried silently to myself to afraid the man would see me. Right before he reached the edge of the woods the man stopped and stretched. when he did so I saw his face. Its was terrifying, and murderous. He had dark eyes set deep into his head. A scar that ran down his left cheek and he was wearing lumber jack clothes and boots. He had dirty light brown strangely wiry hair. He then continued dragging him in the woods and disappeared. I was in the bushes way after it went dark. I was alone and I lost my brother. I was found by the cops and so was my brother. He was 13, with short dark brown hair, blue eyes, and he had a nice slight tan. He would check for monsters under my bed when i would wake up crying from a bad dream. He always invited me to play games with him or at least watch. He was always supportive and he was my best friend and my biggest fan at my ballet recitals and would encourage me to sing and play my piano when i was feeling down. He always put a smile on my face when i was down. And wiped all my tears away when i was down. He never yelled at me for breaking something and took the blame when i did. He was my hero. He always rescued me and kept me safe. That same night, after the cops found me, I was asked question after question but i couldn't answer. I had lost my voice. It was missing just like my brother. A few days after the incident they found Kevin's murder. But I had forgotten all about my brother like he didn't even exist ever. My dad said that we were told I was in permanent shock and that only time could tell when it would wear off.

That's why I don't talk. I thought to myself. I was crying and laying down now. I was hurting so bad, for someone I don't even remember. I could feel all the pain from that day plus more. But I couldn't put a face to my pain, which made me feel confused. It's all my fault. I did this to myself. I should have ran and got help. He would still be alive and I wouldn't be the way I am today.

I kept blaming myself till I fell asleep. Forgetting everything I just learened without writing it down.

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I woke up in the family trail blazer not remembering how I got there. I was scared at first till I saw my father and mother in the front seats. We were just pulling into a drive way. The sky looked sad, it was so gray.

I sat up and looked out the window. We were pulling up to a house. A really big house. It was gray and white and it had two floors for the exception for the one room that was on a third floor in the back, it was more of a loft, the room was too small to call it a third floor.

"This is our new home sweetie. We now live in a small town Of Forks in Washington." My dad said giving me an 'its going to be alright' smile. So i smiled and nodded ok. "Well let's go check this place out."

With that we all got out, me grabbing my board and a marker, and walked up to the house. My dad let me do the honors of opening the doors for the first time.

The house was just as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside.

The foyer had dark wood flooring and the walls were covered with dark blood red paint. the stairs were wood also and so was the hallway. I walked in more and off to the right was the living room. It was big and spacious, with perfect white carpet and perfect white walls to match. I went straight to the stairs after I saw the living room.

I saw a room straight ahead from the stairs that looked over the back of the house. I ran throught the door to the room and it was huge. It was also the room with the extra room on top of it. The stairs to the other room were spiral ones and were in the middle of the room. I ran up the stairs and in the other room was a recording studio, complete with a few guitars, a piano and a few microphones and the most beautiful veiw of the sea out the windows. I sat at the piano and felt the static electricty I feel when i'm playing music. It gives me a rush. I lightly place my hands on the keys and begin to playing 'Secret Valitine' (by We The Kings)

As I was finishing my parents walked up into the extra room. I turned towards them when i finished and smiled and they smiled back. I grabbed my board off the piano and wrote 'How did this stuff get here?' I flipped it around and they both just smiled at me.

I gave them a confusing look and tilted my head slightly to the side. "Its for you." My mother said "We thought you would like it. And the room below this is yours to obviously." I smiled really big, dropped my board and ran up to them and squeezed them both at the same time.

After we roamed the rest of the house the movers showed up and started hauling everything in.

They set my bed up and brought all my other furniture in and I put new sheets on the bed. Then I put my curtains up and started putting all my books on my shelf. When most of my things were away and in there new home my dad rought up my journal. I opened it and read an entry that explained things that I didn't know about myself, which was noraml according to my journal. After I finished reading the entry I wrote about my day from waking up on the blazer to finding out about a brother that I can't even remember. Afterwards I got ready for bed and went to sleep.

A/N: This is my first fic about twilight.

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the next chapter is from Jacob's point of view.