I was shocked when I was brought back to the present. The light was dim so I could tell it must be night time. I looked around trying to take in my surroundings. Everything was white. The walls, the ceiling, the sheets.

Ugh this must be a hospital.

I was staring up at the plain ceiling trying to remember my dream. I had seen my cousin but he had looked different. His eyes had confused me with their yellow color. There was something else though. It was a very short blip but it was there. I tried to focus. It had been a house. It was vaguely familiar but I knew it somehow instantaneously. It was the house I was born in. my parent's home. I had inherited it when they died but since I was soon in foster care it had been left to fall apart.

I knew now that I had to go back. I had no choice. Something was drawing me there.

I went to my foster parents funerals before I left. This goes to show me that the curse of my life will always live on.

I must not get close to anyone.

I thanked them for all they had done and apologized before putting my roses on their caskets.

I packed up everything from their home and went to meet with my foster agent. I spent a week with her before we came to an agreement that since I was now 17 that I could move into my parent's house and live on my own. It took another couple of days to finish up the paperwork.

She hugged me and told me good luck. I just nodded at her. She was a very kind women but it would be better if she felt no attachment to me. It was too dangerous.

Denise had bought me a small Volkswagen bug 6 months before. She really was great.

I packed all my things into the back seat. There wasn't much. Some clothes, books, and pictures. It all fit easily.

I looked back one more time. Goodbye California. I started the car and left it all behind.

When I got to forks I was a little worried. I wasn't really use to this type of weather.

I reached the house easily. It was set towards the edge of town. It touched the never-ending forest slightly.

It was exactly as I remembered it. I walked up to the door and pulled out the key my foster agent had given me.

The door creaked slightly. I walked inside expecting a dust bowl but it was perfect. They had told me that no one lived here since my parents passing but that couldn't be true. They must have made a mistake.

I packed in everything in 2 trips. I set all my stuff in the living room and walked up the stairs to the bedrooms.

I walked to mine first. The walls were a soft pink and had little cartoon animals on them. There were stuffed animals on the floor. A small bed lay in the corner. I had slept here as a toddler when my grandparents came and lived with me after my father passed on.

The bed was made perfectly with what looked like clean sheets but I knew that couldn't be true. I knew if I stayed much longer that the emotions would come so I left. I shut the door softly and headed for the room I knew would cause me the most pain.

My parent's room.

When I opened the door it squeaked quietly. The room was a pale blue. The bed was immaculate. The headboard had flowers carved into it.

I walked towards it, unable to stop myself. My hand glided on the edge while I walked to the top of it. I wanted to sit down but I knew I better not. I turned around to look at the closet but my muscles locked up. If it wasn't for the bed I would have cracked my head open on the floor.

I was staring up at the ceiling as my sight started to fade. I didn't want another dream but I knew it would come either way, so I let it take me without a fight. Things were black for a second before I burst into the forest. I was running. I had no idea where I was going and yet I was so anxious to get there.

Suddenly the forest opened up and I saw a house I had visited before. It was in much worse condition then but it was the same one.

It had all happened on my father's funeral. My entire family was at our house. I had walked off into the backyard not understanding the sensitivity of the time. I saw a beautiful butterfly and being a selfish child I knew I had to have it. I chased after it into the forest. I ran for a very long time not worrying about getting home. I heard people calling my name behind me but I was too determined to catch the butterfly that I didn't answer. I ran and ran until we reached a clearing and the butterfly settled on a flower. I sat down next to it feeling no need to grab it as long as it stayed put. That's when I saw it.

The house was dark and frightening. It was decaying right there in the middle of nowhere. I didn't pay much attention to it since I was just a mere child but that was where I had seen it.

Suddenly the dream changed. Carlisle walked out from the house. He didn't great me. He seemed as though he hadn't noticed me. A few others joined him. I tried to focus on their faces but my dream was already growing blurry. Then it turned black altogether.

I had no control over what happened next. Before I knew it I was on my feet out the door and running through the forest. I had no idea how long or far I had chased that butterfly as a child but I hoped it was a small amount. While I was running through the forest at full speed my mind came back to me. What was I doing?

I couldn't really answer that but that didn't stop me. I was too determined to see this house and my new gold-eyed cousin.

I realized then I had forgotten my coat, which was a constant necessity here in Forks. I was already soaked to the bone though so what was the point in worrying about it now.

I was cold but it wasn't unbearable. At least it wasn't snowing.

I was growing more annoyed and anxious as the time running dragged on. I was starting to slow when I realized there was a slight thinning to my left I turned and headed towards it. I must have strayed slightly while following the butterfly because here it was. The house from my memories. The house from my past. Suddenly the nerves set in. I looked up hoping for Carlisle to walk out.

The walls were glass now. They hadn't been years ago. There were no lights on and I couldn't see any movement from inside. I headed for the porch. I was unstoppable. I walked to the first step but then I heard something snap.

I turned quickly but no one was there. Curiosity got the best of me. I headed toward the sound. There was a broken branch but nothing there to give me any evidence to why it had broken. I saw no animals, which was odd. I turned back around heading once again to the porch but this time I was beaten to the punch.

A door opened and out stepped the man who had been starring in my dreams for the past few weeks. I ran to him, my body detached from my brain. There was nothing else I could do. I fell into his arms and started to cry. I couldn't explain my reactions they just came naturally. He was the only family I had seen in years. He rubbed my back calming me down not saying a single word or even acting surprised at my actions. His hands were cold even to my shivering body but I'm sure he must be use to this cold if he lived here.

As I calmed, my senses returned. I jumped back startled at how I had thrown myself at him. I couldn't form a question I knew what I wanted to ask. Are you really my cousin? Why are you here? What happened to your eyes? At that my eyes shot up to his face. He was looking at me gently with slight confusion on his face. He spoke first. "Alice?"

He asked it like a question but somehow it still sounded like a statement. Because of this I felt no need to answer it. Tears welled in my eyes. "Cousin Carlisle? I don't understand why are you here? What happened to you? To your eyes?" the questions were jumbled and I was already crying when I spoke the last one. He held me, gently guiding me to the house. "Come in my dear, you must be freezing. We can talk more inside."

He had been very sweet to me as a child. He was the one who found me the day I chased the butterfly. He didn't yell at me or even tell me that I had worried everyone. He was very compassionate and very understanding. I knew I could trust him. He opened the door for me and I followed suit.