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Prologue:

I locked and barred the door. There was no way anyone was coming in here. I just needed to be alone right now. Although, I was already alone. I had lost my mother twice and now I had nobody. It just was me, all alone, left to face the horrors of the real word and the uncharted land that is adult hood with no one.

I guess this makes no sense. Yes, it is the senseless babbling of an overly depressed teenager, but if you ask me I have every right to be depressed.

I was adopted at 3 months old.

I have absolutely no idea who my biological parents are.

My father died 13 months and 6 days ago.

My mother died yesterday.

I am completely alone.

A single tear slid down my cheek and landed softly on the floor with a gentle thud.

Endless Rain:

I ran out of tears. Every single morsel of moisture in my entire body has now exited itself from me through my eyes. I have no tears left in me. I have every reason to cry though. How can I possibly love some one again let them in my life, only to know that all too soon they will be wrenched away from me? I hope you have an answer, because I need one. I need a reason to continue living my life, striving to be normal, making new friends, finding love or just getting out of bed.

The girl who stared back at me in the mirror was unrecognizable, but somewhere underneath the disheveled appearance, was the old Bella. The Bella who only a few days ago, was shopping with her best friends, the Bella who had finally gotten up the nerve to ask a boy for a date and the Bella who shone with life and excitement.

But that Bella was gone. She was replaced by a girl with freakishly pale skin, dull brown eyes that were too tired to contain any emotion. Swollen eyes puffy from crying and a mouth permanently turned downwards. This Bella, had her hair matted down on one side, from lying in the same position for too long, she had dark bags under her yes and had no desire to leave her room. The outside world held no interest for me. My parents were gone and nobody wanted me. They couldn't even find a family member to foist me off on. How pathetic is that.

Flashback

I lay curled up in a ball on top of my covers. The curtains were drawn tightly and clothes were strewn everywhere. A young man and a man in a suit with a pinched looking face peered down at me with expressions filled with pity and disgust.

"I cannot find any records of who her biological parents are, so I have no knowledge of any of their relations."

"That is simply unfortunate. I suppose she will have to go into foster care."

I shut my eyes tightly and willed them to go away. I willed this nightmare to end and to wake up to my mother's kind smiling face. But my blurred vision simply revealed a hazy outline of the man in the business suit and his companion. I shed and turned away. Perhaps if I pretended to be asleep they would go away. Hopefully, I would actually fall asleep this time. My entire life relied on hopes and what if's, nothing substantial, no solid plan. I had learned to trust nothing, because nothing is as set in stone as it seems.

I suppose I am afraid to fall asleep. For if I close my eyes I will see things that I desperately wish to erase form my memory. The memory of my mother's sudden death tugged at the back of my mind, but I pushed it away angrily. It would do know help to wallow in the memory.

I heard a light tapping on the door. I had no energy left to go and open it, so I collapsed weekly onto the bed and muttered a quiet,

"Come in."

An older man walked in. He had on one of those tacky business suits from the seventies in a hideous olive green with orange embroidery; a small lacy handkerchief was folded over his breast pocket. Someone very special probably gave that to him. I choked back a sob and swallowed nervously.

His beady eyes darted around my dank room and the settled warily on me. Was he afraid of me? Sure I was a depressed, practically suicidal girl, but I was as strong as a twig and a major klutz to boot. Why would I hurt an old man? At this point in time, I should be more scared of what news he was about to give me.

"We have found a family who is willing to take you in. They have several other children already. Three sons and two daughters. They live in Alaska. You leave tomorrow." He stated in a flat, monotone voice. He delivered the words as bluntly as possible. Being vague and detached. I surmised that he did not care abut me in the least. However, I realized I was missing some crucial information.

"What is the family's name?" I asked weakly.

"The parents" he stressed the words parents strangely, "are Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme."

I began to turn away, assuming he would shut up, but he continued on. Obviously, ignoring my not too subtle hint.

"You should be very grateful for their kindness. It is only because of your unique situation." I shuddered remembering my 'situation'.

"You should pack up anything you want and get ready. Although, I must warn you, many of your mother's possessions are being sold to pay off your family's debt."

The stern man roughly shoved a ticket stub in my hand.

"Your train to Seattle leaves at nine. Do not miss it." he threatened and reinforced the warning with a glare.

"It seemed as though more than just my life was riding on this exchange, perhaps his career too." I mused.

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