HELLO! I know I disappeared for some time. Sorry I was busy letting face book devour my time, a little of my motivation, and any ideas I might have had. I am back and ready to write :D

IF YOU HAVEVN'T SEEN ECLIPSE GO NOW! If you haven't seen Remember Me, rent first. Don't buy until you've seen it.

Chapter one – Giving Up on Reality

"I know," I told my dad after he'd told me to finish up my room.

"I know you know. It's time to do it," he said with a nod while putting our cereal bowls in the sink. He looked serous, but his tone told me other wise.

"Yep, while you're at work," I confirmed putting the milk away.

"Love you, Hun, I'll be back for dinner." He smiled.

"Love you, too. Be safe," I told him as he grabbed his badge and keys.

As soon as the door shut, I locked it behind him. Summer days were the best and I love not having school. I headed upstairs, and when I got to my room I pressed play on my IPod. Fire Burning by Sean Kingston turned on.I blasted the volume and danced around my room as I cleaned. It took me a whole 30 minutes to clean my room.

Next was my bathroom. I must admit, it was getting pretty bad. A whole hour later, the bathroom looked better than ever. I had washed the counter, putting the hairspray, curler and flat iron away. The other parts of the bathroom called for just a bit of rest of the day was just kind of there for me to do what I wanted with it.

I went into my room and pulled out my black bikini, big pink beach towel, book, IPod and tanning oil. I set my IPod on my docking station outside, and set it to random. After oiling up, I laid my towel on my lounge chair, and settled down with my book. After a few minutes of trying to focus on the blurred word, the Arizona sun got to be too much for my eyes. I went inside to grab my sun glasses. Resuming my previous position, I read my book. It was scorching hot, but I was desert rat without a doubt.

Abandoning my belongings on my towel, I quickly dove into the pool. The water felt amazing against my skin. It was a perfect mix of cool, relaxing and refreshing.

You might be a little lost, so let me catch you up.

My parents split up when I was about four. My mom, Renee, chose to stay in Forks, Washington and my dad, Charlie, took me to live with him in Arizona. I visit my mom on every other break I have, and this year, Dad had summer and Mom had Christmas. I miss my mom every day that I'm away from her, but I really love everyone in Arizona. I recently promoted from the 8th grade and will be a freshman. I can't wait for the school year to start.

I could feel the heat on my face more than ever and knew I needed to go inside before I was burnt to a crisp. I grabbed everything and headed into the house. It took me a couple of minutes before my eyes adjusted. The kitchen had yellow walls, and was connected to a family room with two couches, a recliner, and a TV.

Down the hall there was a storage space under the stairs, and on the other wall there was the bathroom. The garage door was next to that. Around the corner was the stairs that led to a hallway full of doors with an open room at the end. First door was the tiny, little laundry room; the linen closet was next to that. The next door was my bathroom and on the left my bedroom. A few steps further down was the master bedroom, my Dad's room, with its own bathroom. At the end was a huge game room. It had a long leather couch and a huge TV on the wall.

Right about now, I bet you're wondering how we afforded this. So am I. Just kidding; my mother is a lawyer. When she decided to divorce my father, he got half, plus he had his income on top. Although, the Chief of Police doesn't get the income of a lawyer.

When I was showered and wearing a comfy pair of shorts with a t-shirt, I braided my hair. It went down to about mid-back. I settled in the game room, knowing my chores were done and decided that I'd flip through channels. As I passed the food channel I realized that I hadn't fixed dinner. Then I remembered that we had spaghetti 2 days ago so I knew we could always just have leftovers.

We had 50 channels total, (Dad and I had decided that we don't watch TV enough to get more) so I settled on starting on channel I got to channel five, the afternoon news was on. The flashing headline caught my eye and I set the remote down. "There was a recent shooting at the Wal-Mart on 99th and Harlot road. An officer on duty was wounded, but that is all we can say on the subject at this time," a man at a shiny desk stated matter-of-factly. My Heart rate had quickened, and I was so nervous I could have puked.

My feet carried me without my permission, and almost without my knowledge. My hand was shaking as I grabbed the phone. I dialed the number I knew so well and waited for the answer, but got the voicemail: "Hi, you've reached the desk of Officer Charles Swan, Chief of Police, Phoenix, Arizona. I am sorry that I was unable to answer your call. Please leave a message with your name and number and I will return your call soon." I hung up the phone.

My chest felt heavy and tears were streaming down my face. Something told me that something was not right. At some point in time, my body shut down and I slumped to the ground. My breaths were becoming short and unsteady. I was unable to move for who knows how long, until the phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked in a shaky voice.

"Hi, is Isabella Swan there?" a sweet female voice asked.

"This is she," I responded.

"Isabella, this is Carly at Desert Hill Hospital. I'm sorry to tell you that your father is here. Right now he's doing fine, and will be able to have visitors in about half-an-hour."

"Thanks," I said, my voice raspy, then hung up the phone not wanting to hear more.

I slowly unfroze and called my best friend, Chelsea. Her mom was a stay-at-home mom and said she could take me to see my dad. I slipped my flip flops on, and went to wait outside. The heat seemed to help with dulling my senses. In no time, a blue minivan pulled up and I hopped in.

"Sorry; Chels wanted to see you, but I needed her to watch the kids," Mrs. Haffermen explained.

"No; that's alright, I understand. Thank you so much for the ride," I told her.

"It's no problem. And, heaven forbid, if you need to stay the night, you're more than welcome," she told me sweetly. I gave a weak nod, praying my dad would be able to come home tonight.

She dropped me off at the visitors' door, and wished me luck. The hospital was foreign to me, but I seemed to get around fine by reading the signs. I found one of the main desks and asked for directions. As it turned out, my father had been taken into the ICU: Intensive Care Unit. The cold air made me alert and focused, and I went where she instructed. As I sat down in the deserted waiting room everything started to soak in. My father was in the ICU.

One hour later

Unwanted thoughts filled my head. Was my dad going to live? Can we go home? What happened? Was it Justin? Will we have to move? Is somebody going to make me go live with my mother?

"Breath," a distant voice instructed.

Somehow, I knew who was talking, but my brain was not making that connection. My father would be okay. My father would be okay. My father would be okay. My father would be okay. My father would . . . .

"Isabella Swan?" a man called.

"I'm right here," I choked out. As the man came closer, his face became clearer. He had dark, short hair and stubble on his face.

"Let's go to my office." He said leading the way to a more secluded area, and then into an office. His face was grim and my heart was sinking. Maybe dad would be here for a while.

"I'm sorry, Isabella, but there were some complications in your father's surgery, and he did not make it. I'm sorry for your loss. We have con. . ." His voice trailed off as I spiraled into numbness.

Chapter 2 coming soon ;) let me know what you think.