I hope you guys like this one. So far its not too dark, but it gets darker, no worries! Enjoy.

She sits at the window
and takes in the sights.
She unknowingly stares
at the beautiful lights.

She would stay here forever; if only she could

She would never leave the window
but she knows that she should.
She's never felt the daylight
upon her feeble skin.
 She's never written
or spoken words from within.
She's never felt affection
from the people that made her.

She always looks out the window
because to her, it's a cure.

She's got bruises and gashes
upon her tiresome face.
She will pass away,
someday without a trace.

I didn't like this setup one bit – I mean, I'm flying to Washington from Florida. Why would I go that whole distance just to live with someone? Then another painful question hit me. Was that the only family in the entire world that wanted me? The adoption center shared little information with me (it made me wonder if I was being sent to an actual family or a serial killer – who knew?), only that the couple named Carlisle and Esme Cullen had three children around my age. It sucked, needless to say. But, really. How long could I stay before I had to fly all the way back to Florida and wait for someone else to actually want me? Or would I forever be alone in my isolation?

Now why was the last one feeling so right and normal? By any means it was not right, though, and I shouldn't have been thinking that in the first place. I needed whole, positive thoughts because this could be The Family for me. After all these years, someone who may actually care about me and want to step in as my parents.

"You can do this, Bella, you can do this," I muttered under my breath, fidgeting with my hands. It wasn't that I was unmanageable or a complete depress, but I like to do things my way and be as quiet and isolated as possible. I was raised to melt into the backgrounds of families and pretend to not exist; I was good at it. There was nothing more than the need to do the same for this family: just step into their shadows and bottle my depression up, be quiet and unresponsive. The families I lived with previously had shown me that perfectly, distilled it into me. Particularly one family...I shuddered. I didn't want to think of that hell house (because it was just that bad).

I dressed in my comfort clothes for the long trip: black converse, worn jeans and a dark hoodie pulled over my head. Concealing what I didn't want to world to see, which was perfect because of the crowded airport in Port Angeles, Washington. I felt like everyone was looking at me though I knew no one was. Despite the amount of children my age they had, I'd seen a picture and they looked young, very young. That's how I noticed them, a family of five, standing by the luggage collection belt.

I didn't know what they were thinking about. Did they actually want me? Do they really want to add me to their family like I belong in a world like this? I exhaled and gathered a deep, settling breath.

Yes, of course they want me. Why would they help pay for my flight all the way across the US if they didn't? I just really prayed this family would not be like the last. I shivered to think of it, but I gathered myself before I could show just how scared I was. Those were secrets no one would know, a whole other world that would be kept secret and forgotten.

I fidgeted inside the pocket of my hoodie, watching my feet with my heart beating through my ribs. Would they like me? Well, there was only one way to find out.

"Isabella?" a tall, handsome man said with a kind and soft smile. I instantly felt warmed and comfortable, until I actually looked at the rest of his family. They were all gorgeous and that made me very jealous. There were two boys beside him, both very stunning, as were the two females beside them. This was the family I got to live with.

My hand retracted around the strap of my carryon bag. "Hi," I croaked breathlessly. Suddenly, I wasn't so comfortable.

The smile on the man's face grew. "This, Isabella, is my wife, Esme, my daughter, Alice, and my sons, Emmett and Edward." I hesitantly nodded at them each, still too weary and shy to do much else, or even make a decent analysis. "We are so glad to have you with us, Isabella." I was stunned by the sincerity in his voice, so amazed someone could be actually happen to have me intrude on their family.

It was difficult to force my voice out. "Its so nice to meet you all." And I failed. It came out as a squeak, clearly showing how uneasy I was.

I grew up without love in my life by any means, and having a family that flew me across the US to be a part of their family was astonishing. I didn't expect them to love me, but I didn't even know what to expect. Then, who I guessed to be Esme, stepped forward during the awkward silence and embraced me. I didn't move. My body was a block of ice pressed against her small frame. I didn't know what to do, what to say, I was shocked. Don't you hug people you love? We didn't know each other. Then she whispered in my ear, "I'm so glad you came, Isabella. I've always to adopt and help someone." If only you knew how much you are helping,I thought.

"Thank you." I mouthed the words with a slight breath of them. I was sensitive to these kinds of things, these love things.

Esme shook her head as she leaned back, and I noticed she had tears in her eyes. I just stared and decided not to ask.

It was like my new family knew I didn't like hugs because no one else approached me for on. Instead we headed to collect my bags. How long until I will be back here to go back to Florida? I ignored the repeating question, even though I knew it would be one year tops. No one could want me or accept me. As Carlisle gently put his hand on the small of my my back to lead me to the luggage collection I flinched, and he dropped the hand with a kind smile. I returned it with grimace. As I was about to reach the belt someone grabbed my hand.

"Hi!" Carlisle's daughter squealed, gritting her teeth together to keep from smiling huge and probably screaming. Her arms flung around in the air with what could only be described as ecstatic – no, that would be an understatement.

"Hi," I breathed unsurely. Um, was it normal for someone to be this excited?

"I'm Alice." Her voice literally squeaked as she tried to contain what had to be a loud squeal. Then, surprisingly, she wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. But I wasn't froze in shock and uneasiness; it was amusement. I hadn't felt this amused in a very long time. "And your Isabella and your going to be my sister!" The hug just got awkward as she bounced while holding me. I glanced over her head to see the rest of her family had stopped and were staring at us. They all looked...happy, pleased to this scene. I didn't get it. Did something happen I didn't know about? That would explain why they wanted me. But I didn't drown on that, instead I caught the eye of one of my new brothers. Oh, what were their names...?

His eyes, which I hadn't noticed before, were the most brilliant shade of green, like polished emeralds. Gorgeous tousled locks of bronzed auburn hair hung around his stunningly beautiful face. I wasn't really one for "checking" guys out, but I just had to. And I was glad I did. His body was just as stunning as the rest of him. Toned, muscled, tall. And this is my new brother? No complaining here. I could look into those eyes for entirety.

But he didn't look away either. Alice was battering, but I didn't hear it at all. My eyes, my attention were focused on my new brother. What was his name? Was it Emmett? Oh, what was the other? I shook it off, because really it didn't matter at the moment. It felt like it was only the two of us in the room – no Alice clinging to me or a brother, mother and father staring at Alice and I. Only him and me, and the everlasting eye contact.

Those glorious eyes seemed to bore into, and moments passed before I realized what we were doing. I blushed and looked down self-consciously at the top of Alice's head. Suddenly, Carlisle was beside us smiling gently as he pried Alice's arms from around my waist.

"I'm so sorry, Isabella," he apologized as he struggled to get Alice's arms to loosen up.

"I-its fine," I stuttered, readjusting my bag before Carlisle took it from me. Alice beamed in my direction, so I didn't bother try to protest. "Um, thank you, and please call me Bella."

"Oh, I love that!" Alice mused, her smile growing wider. "I have always wanted a sister! We can be like twins! Edward and I," she gestured to the brother I'd been staring at, "are twins, so then we'd be, like, triplets." Her eyes wondered at the possibility. I just shuddered. So his name is Edward. Edward Cullen. I nodded to her, more at the part about her and Edward being twins. I wanted no part of that.

Once again we headed to collect my minimal luggage (you start losing stuff after moving around so much) as we joined the group. Alice hooked her arm through mine and I had a feeling she would be a good friend. I honestly had no intention of getting close to anyone, for when I left this family. For when they discard me like all the others. The other brother, Emmett Cullen, introduced himself to me and gave a bone-crushing hug. Yet another hug from strangers. I would have flinched away but there wasn't enough room for me to do so, so I stayed locked in his grasp for a few seconds before he released me and tucked me under his arm. This floored me, but I didn't know it that was a strong floor or weak one.

These people acted so nice toward me, like they...what's the word? Like acted like they were excited to see me and cared about me already, like I was actually already important to them. I didn't know what to feel. Where they doing this because that's how they actually felt, or were they tricking me like my last parent did? I shuddered as I thought about that. That parent was rotten and as soon as I'd been comfortable he tricked me into things I didn't want to do. After not wanting to be there enough, he started to make my life a living hell. I could still feel, inside and outside of me, what that life had done to me. What he had made me go through.

But these people were a family, a family that cared for each other by the looks of it. They were different. I hoped, at least.

Carlisle tried to make what I assumed was easy conversation while we made it through the crowded airport to the front doors. Alice didn't let go of me and continued to talk at what had to be record speed, but I mostly tuned it out to take in my new – temporary – surroundings. I did gather, though, that she had a boyfriend by the name of Jasper Whit-something. They live in the small town Forks, which I already knew, and I will be enrolled in the same classes as her, Edward and her boyfriend for the final year of high school. That was about it, well, that I could catch. Honestly, it didn't sound too bad. I was still stewing over how long I would have until I was back in Florida, waiting for someone to come along and decide they want me, then enrol me in college. Well, how else would my life go? I really wanted to know how this would work.

As we made our way outside to the fresh air of Port Angeles, Washington I got distracted by the separation of the family. Some went one way, while others went another. Alice started to pull me in the direction Carlisle was headed along with...Edward.

"Um, Alice and Edward, do you guys mind going with your mother?" Carlisle asked politely. My heart started to thump wildly. This family is the same as my last parent. "I need to speak with Bella alone, if you don't mind?" Edward shrugged. Okay, maybe he wasn't as caring as the others.

"Dad!" Alice wailed. "I want to spend time with my new sister!" She held my arm so tight I thought it was going to brake. Edward had strode over to us and while he watched me closely but kind of blankly, he worked to entice Alice to release me. "Edward, go away!" she snapped, but he didn't faze. Obviously he was used to this, so she must do it a lot. I took the mental note of that.

Carlisle's voice overlapped Alice's threats to Edward. "Alice, you will have years and years to spend time with Bella. She isn't going anywhere, alright?"

My body froze, so I barely felt it when Alice let go. I did, however, feel when she kissed my cheek and said she'd see me later. Temper or not, she was a pretty sweet girl. Edward followed her to where Emmett and Esme were waiting in a very sleek, expensive-looking car. A family with money, perhaps? I stood for a few seconds to regain my composure as Carlisle packed my bags in the back of his black Mercedes. As I occurred to me I was standing in the middle of a parking lot at an airport I quickly took a step forward.

"Bella? Bella, are you okay?"

I shook my head as my eyes focused on Carlisle's concerned and puzzled face. "Uh, sorry," I breathed, barely audible. "I, uh, I'm fine."

He took a step toward me and I instantly took one back, like he was going to attack me. Glancing behind me I saw Esme pull out of the parking space and into the forming line of vehicles. Lots of eyes were on us, but before I could meet any I looked back to Carlisle. Confusion was an understatement.

"Bella?" He seemed to pick his words very carefully. "I'm not going to hurt you." The last part was said unsurely and I got the idea that he was just fishing for a hook. "Bella, don't you want to go home?"

I don't know where home is. "Y-yes," I stuttered, slowly taking a step forward as he opened the passenger's side door for me. I avoided making skin contact with him, for the fear of bringing back old memories. It was too familiar as it was. I stepped into the low, fresh smelling car and he closed the door behind me. I flinched. Yes, too, too familiar for me. I fought back the rising emotions, suddenly wishing that my exotic new sister was was with me.

With deliberate slowness, like he knew not to startle me, Carlisle got in the driver's side and started the engine. The sound was a soft and soothing purr. He pulled out into the line of cars waiting to exit.

"Um, Bella, I reviewed further into your history, more than Esme did," Carlisle started. "It says you've been in twelve foster homes?" He turned his eyes to me in obvious surprise.

I nodded slowly, not knowing where this was heading. "My parents killed themselves. I'll been in foster care for years when my aunt decided she didn't want me either. No family's ever wanted me." I didn't dare go into detail about what those families did to me. I added dryly, "My parents never wanted me either."

"Oh, I'm sure that's not true," he said with a soft smile thrown my way.

"Its is," I muttered, blankly staring out the window. "They never wanted me so they took the easy way out." I knew this had to make Carlisle feel odd, talking about my family issues. If only he knew it all.

"When I spoke with the adoption agency they said you require daily therapy."

Oh, so that's why every family put me through that. The adoption people told them they had to put me through therapy. Bitches! "They're wrong," I mumbled. "I don't need any help. I've been in therapy for the whole seven years of family switching. It hasn't done anything and you would just be wasting your money." The last part accidently laced with hot acid. Every session I sat there and stared at nothing in silence. Therapy can't cure a damn thing in this world. Sense when has telling someone to "channel your depression into writing" helped anyone but Edger Allen Poe? "They don't know anything; therapy does nothing," I added.

"Well, I didn't want to you through it if you didn't need it," Carlisle said matter-of-factly. "I believe you know yourself better than any other person. I just wanted to know what you thought about going to a therapist." His eyes cast sideways once at me, but quickly returned back to the road. "I don't like to force people, you should know that." He exhaled. "I can tell you're worried about his, but there is no reason for that. You will fit in, and, Bella?" I looked over at him, my head hung low. "We aren't going to get rid of you or send you back to Florida. I know your worried about that."

All I could do was nod. They weren't going to get rid of me like all the others did. Were they really going to step in as my parents for the rest of my life? It stirred around weird inner emotions, but I couldn't let them take me over quite yet. There was a distinct possibility that Carlisle wasn't sure about that yet. Maybe once he saw what all the other families saw – and caused me to be thrown out – then I would be n the next flight back "home." I exhaled, staring out the window at the passing forests.

"You know, we are all very excited to have you as part of the family, Bella," Carlisle said conversationally. "Esme, especially. She wanted to have another daughter, but her body just can't do it. And in case you didn't notice Alice is also ecstatic to have you." He laughed, while I half-laughed. "Emmett also wanted another little sister, and Edward seemed pretty happy, too. You will fit in, I'm sure." And he did sound sure. I was just a little apprehensive.

I just said what I knew he wanted to hear, and yet just another white lie.

"I can't wait."

I am aiming for this story to have longer chapters then most of my stories, and I got this done in, like, one day. So I'm pround of myself! Review!

-Mickey