Living On

Chapter 3- the note

Hey everyone! I know you want to findout who is at the window… but read this first! PLEASE!

Its my first fanfic, so thanks for reading and reviewing, for those who did. I am upset that I have to put disclaimers… meow.

Disclaimer: don't own Twilight. NO reason to breathe. Breathe NO more. (that's a song b evanescence, hehe)

Alice's tiny figure stepped toward me and engulfed me in a hug. Like usual, I couldn't breathe, and I didn't even bother to tell her to stop. When we pulled away, into her golden eyes, They glazed over, she had a quick vision, and before I could even grip her shoulders to support her, it was done and she started packing.Not even bothering to tell me what she saw, that means don't ask. About anything.

That meant I should be worried about what was happening downstairs, and what Alice saw about me. I would be lying to say I wasn't, but not lying to say that I wasn't trying not to.

Alice helped me throw the little clothes I had into a bunch of duffle bags, hers and mine. From the look on Alice's face, I knew something was going to happen, something small, but insignificant.

I grabbed my bag of toiletries, and threw it in a duffle, passport included. I grabbed my sock full of money, the money I had planned long before to use to buy a car. But I didn't have to. Charlie bought me that 'junky' car that I loved, for me, because he loved me.

And I defied him. I ran to his room, while Alice packed the rest of my things. There wasn't much I could take from phoenix, I remember being able to fit all my bags easily in the police cruiser, and make it up the stairs in one trip.

Renee and I had thrown in what warm cloths I could find, yet I still had little. Oh my gosh, what if I never saw Renee again?

I stopped in Charlie's doorway, walking slowly to his night table. I saw on top a buch of framed pictures. Most of them, with his beloved daughter. Yes, moi. And some were his friends, along with Renee. Creepy.

I grabbed the pictures, frames and all, because they just might be my last reminder of this town. I might forget all these people I had loved over time, when I became a vampire, if I live that long.

I stuffed the pictures in my duffle with my sock money. Alice gave them another worried look, but when she met my eyes, she nodded in understandment. I turned around, and noticed a sheet of white paper with scribbles on it, laying on the wooden floor beneath me. Writing. I thought.

I picked it up slowly, aware of Alice's eye on me. She was still watching me with that look. I decided to look on the back before I read the writing.

It was a picture of Jacob, smiling that contagious smile, that smile that always made me feel better. I now remembered in my mind, that haunted, nasty look he gave me, before I was pulled away by Charlie's yelling.

I promised myself I would see him mile again. Well, here it is, my mind retorted. That not what I had meant, though. What if I never see him again?

That brought tears to my eyes.

Alice motioned for me to flip it over and read the writing. She did this while throwing my bags outside, into someone else's hands, whose? It didn't matter one bit.

What did matter, was this note. And what it said. Let's just say, it reminded me of when Edward left me. I crumpled to the ground in emotional pain. Tears flowed, and the note was gripped so tightly in my now sweating hand, the note was from Jacob, of course.

But, it was more than just a dumb note from Jacob. It was a note, that would haunt my memory, vampire or not.