"Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends." - Richard Bach

My senses started coming back to me slowly. First, I knew I was laying on something that was pretty comfy. Second, Even though my eyes were shut, I could see there was light where I was...wherever that may be. And third, that it was totally quite around me. I didn't know where I was, for all I know, this could be heaven...since I don't think that Hell would be this quiet.

After thinking for a few minutes, I just decided to open my eyes and get my bearings. It took more energy than I thought, but I managed to pry my eyelids open after two tries. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized where I was; my room. I furrowed my brow in confusion, not knowing why I was here. I did read once, that some people believe that when we die, our spirits go back to the place that we are most familiar with. So, I'm dead...I accomplished my goal, but this house was the last place I wanted to be. It was just a reminder of the lonely months I spent in here.

I didn't really know how to feel, to be honest. I mean, obviously I've never died before, but I expected it to be different. Maybe not chillin' on a cloud, playing a harp all day, but just...different. I looked down at myself and realized I was cocooned in my sheets, and I was uncomfortably warm. When I tried to move, my muscles screamed at me, so I stopped and groaned to myself. Maybe it's best not to do that just yet. I still wasn't sure of what was going on, but I wasn't liking it. Wasn't death supposed to be painless? Or do you have to carry around the pain you caused yourself for all eternity?

My thoughts stopped when I heard light footsteps in the hallway. I felt my heart start to pound in anticipation, and my body automatically stiffen, awaiting what was about to come through my door. For all I know, it was a demon coming to collect my soul. But I was hoping on an angel to send me to heaven. But, with my luck, it would just be someone coming to tell me that I would be stuck in this...purgatory, for forever.

I swore my heart actually stopped for a beat when the person's silhouette stood in the doorway. I recognized the shape, but my brain felt foggy and I couldn't register who it was. I was about to open my mouth to ask, but then the figure stepped into the lit room and revealed herself.

"Rosalie?" I asked in hoarse voice.

"Are you fucking insane?" She yelled, making my eyes widen, and my head throb.

Huh, even in death she's bitching at me.

"Possibly..." I replied.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?"

If I had the energy to laugh, I would have.

"A multitude of things."

"I'll say!"

I was baffled, to say the least. I'm supposed to be dead, yet here Rose is, yelling at me. Maybe this was Hell after all...

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Crossing her arms over her chest and the scowl in her face deepening.

"I'm dead, so why does it matter what I have to say?"

She rolled her eyes before she came close enough to where her knees bumped the bed.

"You aren't dead, you idiot. But you came extremely close. I had to give you mouth to mouth...it was gross."

The anger rose quickly in me and I narrowed my eyes at her as my nostrils flared. This couldn't be.

"What?"

"I said: You. Aren't. Dead." She enunciated every word.

No...

"No. No! You shouldn't have saved me..." I said through my teeth.

"Excuse me?" Raising her eyebrow at me for a moment, then grabbing something out of her pocket. "Care to explain this?" She held up the note I left Charlie.

Shit.

I clamped my mouth shut, because I wasn't about to say anything about that. She obviously had read it, what more was there to explain? Slowly her scowl slowly disappeared from her face, and turned to an unreadable one. I, however, kept my angry face on, just to let her know I didn't want to talk about it. We stayed like that for a few moments before she moved away from the bed and averted her eyes elsewhere.

"Look, we have a lot to talk about. But right now...you fucking stink to high heaven."

Wrinkling her nose, she disappeared into my bathroom for a few seconds before I heard water running.

"You're going to take a bath." She started. "And since I imagine you're pretty sore, I'm going to help you. I don't want you falling and hurting yourself."

What happened? It's like the normal Rose was still here, with her rude remarks, but then she wants to take care of me...I just didn't get it.

"Why do you care? You don't even like me." I choked out.

She should let me fall and crack my head open on the tub.

"I said we'll talk about it later."

Ignoring my protests, she uncovered me from all the sheets, which now released the smell that she was talking about...and oh my God, she was right. I did stink. She picked me up easily, taking me into the bathroom and sitting me on the toilet to undress me. I didn't particularly like that she was getting me naked, but it's not like there was anything I could do about it. My muscles hurt and they felt lead so I didn't even bother fighting her about it. I just let my eyes unfocus as she continued to remove my clothes, thinking about what a monkey wrench this was in my plan. Why can't anything ever go my way?

She sighed, bringing me out of my thoughts. "You're skin and bones, Bella." She whispered.

I quickly covered myself up as good as I could before she lifted me once again and gently set me in the warm water of the tub. It actually felt good, minus all the grime I felt on my body. She watered me down first, before getting some body wash and lightly started scrubbing my back. I leaned forward to give her better access and I closed my eyes and waited for her to get done. I might have started to doze off a little, because before I knew it her cold hand lightly caressed my face to get my attention.

"Lean back, I'm going to wash your hair."

I did as she said, leaning back into her other hand while she scooped up a cupful of clean water and poured it over my hair.

She must have drained the nasty water while I was out of it.

A few cups later she stopped for a moments, then the smell of strawberries waffted to my nose. I took a deep breath, enjoying the smell as she scrubbed the shampoo into my hair, and massaging my scalp at the same time. Even thought I had a throbbing headache, I had to admit, it felt really nice. And actually made me more sleepy, but I didn't want to doze off and have her disappear on me. Even though it hurt to see her, I didn't want her to leave. She was still a Cullen, and I had missed her.

Rinsing my hair clean of all the crap that was in the ocean, she took one last cupful and I was done. She pulled the plug from out of the drain and I felt the water go down fairly quickly. Wrapping a towel around me after all the water was gone, then lifted me out and sat me down on the toilet so she could dry my hair. He hands worked at super speed, and my hair was dry in a matter or thirty seconds. She helped me dry my body off next, though not going to the places I was clearly uncomfortable with. By the time I was done, my arms felt even heavier than before...and hurt like hell.

She helped me dress, though it's not like it mattered. She threw on my underwear, then in a flash, I was in jeans and a plain tee. Once again, she picked me up, this time taking me downstairs. I didn't even bother asking, I just let my head rest on her shoulder and let my eyes close as she made her way down the stairs and into the living room.

"Bells!" A man shouted, which made me jump a little.

"Emmett, not so loud." She scolded.

She turned me around and sat me on the couch, where this time, I was able to see him. In a flash, he was by my side. I knew he wanted to hug me, but he was hesitating...and I couldn't ever deny Em a hug, no matter how mad I was at him. I let myself slide towards him, and he took that as a 'go ahead'. Smiling, he wrapped me in his big, strong arms...maybe a little too tight, but I wasn't complaining. I got enough energy to wrap my free arm around his neck and gently squeeze back.

"Em, be gentle with her." Rose interjected.

"Oh!" He loosened his grip quite a bit, but I still held onto him for another moment.

"Be right back." She announced as we pulled back at the same time, glancing at her.

I saw her blur upstairs, then back down and into the laundry room with my dirty, smelly, bedsheets. I heard her start the load, and a few moments later she joined us in the living room. No one spoke, and the awkwardness was getting more uncomfortable. I finally decided to speak, to let her know that she should have just let me drown.

"You're wasting your time. Once you leave, I'll just keep trying it again." I said, staring at the floor in front of me.

"Stupid little human." She muttered under her breath. "And no you won't."

"We'd never let that happen." Emmett spoke up.

"Why can't you just let me be, huh? I'm nothing to you," I said, now looking at Rose. "and seeing you now just makes it hurt worse."

"You aren't nothing to me."

She surprised me for the second time today. First, just her presence alone...now the infamously bitchy Rosalie is saying that I matter to her. I didn't let this ruin my facade though...I still remained expressionless while they both waited for me to speak, but before I could, my stomach rumbled quite loudly. My eyes widened and I blushed, causing both of them to nervously giggled at me.

I put my hand over my tummy, wanting it to shut up already, and when I looked back to the both of them, I noticed Rose had left the room again. A few seconds later she walked back in with a bowl of soup and handed to me, ordering that I ate it. I thought about arguing, but once again, I kept quiet...mainly because I was hungry, and it smelled delicious.

"I followed the directions...so I hope it tastes good." Emmett said, giving me a half grin.

I smiled back, appreciating the fact that he even tried. I doubt he had never attempted making human food before, since Esme was always the one to cook when I was over at their house. Esme...how I missed her and her delicious cooking. I don't know how the hell she did it, but she could make the simplest of things taste so wonderful.

I pushed her from my mind and picked up the spoon, scooping up a little bit of broth and blowing on it before sliding it into my mouth. Emmett leaned forward, looking at me expectantly, waiting for my reaction. The warm liquid slid down my sore throat, soothing it as I enjoyed the aftertaste.

"Thank you, Emmett. It's very good." He smiled big this time, revealing his large dimples that I was used to seeing.

After a few more spoonfuls I gave up because it was taking too long, and just brought the side of the bowl up to my lips and drank the rest. After I was done, I wiped my mouth with my hand, then set it down on the table in front of me. I was tired of waiting for answers.

"You said we had a lot to talk about...so start talking."

A/N: I'm surprised all the amount of people that wanted me to continue this. I originally wrote it as a one-shot, but I thought it could be more if you guys wanted it to be. So it's because of you that I am continuing this. Thanks for you support :)