CHAPTER 1

Emily looked out at the rain falling on the window. She listened to the sound of the rain and the sound of her parents screaming at each other. Ever since Julie left, they had been yelling at each other about everything. Why would they start living together again if they were going to scream at each other constantly? She looked outside at the rain.

Emily liked the rain usually. Not today, though. She was supposed to go swimming with Brian, Tiffany, Jaimie and Brad. Now, she was stuck cleaning her room.

Her phone rang suddenly and she picked it up, jumping over to her bed. "Hello," she said. "Hey, Em!" said Jaimie's voice. "Hi Jaims" she said. "Do you have a blue skirt I can borrow? It's an emergency." "Another date, huh?" she asked. "How'd you know?" "Just a guess since that's why you always call to borrow clothes…most of which you never return." "Hey, what can I say? I like your clothes…" "Yeah, well I'm surprised I have any left…" "Okay, I can take a hint…I'll just wear sweatpants…and you know what maybe a t-shirt!" "What's wrong with that?" "You're so weird…you know me I'd never wear sweatpants on a date!" "Calm down…I have a jean-skirt that's light blue…will that work?" "That's great I'll come over to pick it up later!" "Okay…I'll see ya then." "Bye!"

Emily hung up the phone. Now she had to give Jaimie her skirt that she'd never get back. She wondered if she and Jaimie could double…she then looked down at the floor. She decided she had better get back to cleaning before her mom came up.

She was never very neat or clean. Her room was always a mess and such a project to get cleaned. When she did clean it, that is. The floor was looking better, but now she had to clean out under her bed. She went under and pulled out a box.

The screaming got louder…

She rolled her eyes and pulled out all of the boxes under her bed. "What do we have here?" she asked looking at them and reading the sharpie on the boxes. "Dance school, 8th grade, old house…" she stopped and opened the boxes. She went through the photos, ballet shoes, school yearbook, and other memorable things. Then she went to the old house pictures; plenty of pictures of her and Julie together, her room, her friends and her neighborhood. She remembered it all so well. She pulled out a Barbie doll. One with an oddly stylish hair cut. She pulled out a few coloring books, the door knocker to the old house…and then she saw them.

It started with the rubber band holding them together. On top was a picture of her and Julie in a strange garden. One she recognized, but couldn't put her finger on where it was. Then she went through more of the pictures. A lot of them were of Julie in the same garden. "Julie," she said flipping through them "Julie, Julie, Julie, Julie…" she stopped at the next one…it was her…It wasn't just her, but a strange man. His hair was wild and dark, his face unusually pale.

The next one was oddest of all. The man, the same one from the picture before, only he had razor blades with him. He seemed to be holding them. Then she realized that he wasn't holding them; they were his hands! Then it came to her, hitting her like lighting.

"Edward…" she said to herself. She looked at the Barbie doll and remembered it well. She couldn't believe she had forgotten. How could she have forgotten about Edward? She remembered how much fun they all used to have; her, Edward and Julie. Then, they had to move. She couldn't believe she didn't realize it before. She wondered now how he was doing up in that castle…all alone…

She remembered how devastated Julie was after they moved. All those days she cried in her room…her parents still never knew about Edward. She remembered how they thought she was crying because of Chase…that jerk. Emily remembered crying a little, too. But she didn't cry nearly as much as Julie. Eventually, Julie did move on, though as far as Emily knew never went back to visit. Emily always wondered why. She wanted to go back and visit…she would go back and visit…some time…

For now, she was only fourteen (fifteen in a month) and didn't have a car. She had friends with cars…but her parents would kill her.

"Emily, we're going out to eat tonight." Her mother came in. "All of us?" she asked. "No…your father wants to stay here, but that doesn't have to stop us from having fun, does it?" "Well…no but didn't you want me to clean?" she asked. "That can wait…be ready by 6." "It's 5:30! I'm not dressed to go anywhere!" "Well, the more you argue, the less time you have to get ready, right?"

Emily sighed, knowing she wouldn't win this argument. Her mom nodded and went outside. Emily went into her closet. She grabbed a blue jean skirt, her black and pink shoes and top to match. She got ready to go. She stopped as she saw a picture on the floor. It was one of her and Edward. She was playing dolls with him. She quickly picked it up and shoved it under her pillow.

She would visit him…somehow, some way; she was going to go back to her old neighborhood. She was going back to the mansion. Even if it was just for a short time, she was going to go see him.