Once again, I don't own Twilight or New Moon, they belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Anywho, enjoy chapter 2!

As I sat on the side of my bed and calmed down my breathing, I considered the fact that by the end of the day, I would no longer be here. Here in Forks where the memories came all too often in a cascade of pain and depression. As I stumbled down the stairs to get breakfast, I thought of what life would be like in Jacksonville.

No more reminders of the way it had been. Nothing there was familiar, nothing there had any meaning. Nothing there was linked to him. Perhaps, even, no more nightmares. I had to smile at the last one. My lack of sleep was really starting to affect my thought process at school.

School, I thought. How was that going to work out? I guess that I just needed some transfer papers or something. Whatever, school didn't matter. As long as I wasn't going to this school, in this town. The school he used to – no, can't think of that. I must focus. Must continue to breathe normally. Must make pop tarts. Must forget he exists, if at all possible.

After I was done focusing on eating every bite very slowly instead of focusing on him, I went upstairs and looked around my room. I had packed all of my clothes last night, so I began to rummage around to grab other things I may want. I grabbed my money out of the back of my sock drawer, a pathetic hiding place, but useful. Now I didn't even have to go to the bank.

I walked across the room and looked at the scrapbook my mom had given me. It would hurt her feelings if I didn't bring it along. I opened it and looked at the pictures of my friends. I hadn't even opened this book since I had searched for the pictures I knew wouldn't be inside. The pictures of him, gone, as if he had never existed. I closed the book, and walked across the room again to throw it in my bag. I tried not to think of him, instead listening to the sound of my footsteps on the floorboards.

If I hadn't been listening so intently, I never would have noticed, but stepping on one certain floorboard made a slightly different sound than the others. I backtracked and stepped on it again. Sure enough, the noise it made was a different sound, almost hollowed, like there was more space.

I tossed the book on my bed and kneeled onto the floor. I ran my finger around the edge of the panel, and found that it wasn't in place just right. Like it had been moved and then replace hastily. I pried around the edges till I found a good spot, and I slowly jiggled the board out of place. I set the plank aside and looked down, sure that I would be looking right down into the kitchen.

I gasped with astonishment when I saw his face, perfectly angelic, smiling up at me. The shock set in. I couldn't move. I just looked at the picture laying there, his eyes warm with the love he no longer felt. But for some reason the pain didn't come. When my hand reached down to pick up the pile of photos from inside my floor, it seemed to move with its own mind. I flipped through them and saw the expressions on his face change, from warmth, to reserve, to a cold stone like glare.

Underneath the photos was the CD he had made me. I had gotten rid of my CD player because I no longer listened to music. But staring at the blank disc, I could remember my lullaby perfectly.

Holding these memories, I wondered why the hole in my chest wasn't burning, why the nausea wasn't causing me to throw these items across the room and run away from this place as fast as possible. Instead, I simply got up and replaced the photos in the album, and put the CD into my bag. Maybe when I healed, maybe when I was somewhere new, I could look at these again and think of my time here as a gift.

Placing the album in my bag next to the CD, I then returned the floorboard to its place, then grabbed my bag and walked downstairs. Charlie was back and he looked like he was very tired. He saw me with my luggage and asked me,

"Are you sure this is what you want, Bella?"

I knew this was what he wanted, because I knew he wanted me to be happy. He wanted be to get better, even if that meant having to fly all the way across the country. And I knew it was what I wanted, so I simply nodded once. He sighed, then started outside and said,

"I'll drive you to the airport, then." And we both walked outside together. I looked back at the house one more time, and then got into the cruiser. As we drove away, I didn't look back, because all I wanted was to leave the memories behind.

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