A/N: Sorry it's been a while since I wrote, lots of things have been happening from finishing year twelve, getting exam results, being sidetracked by long conversations with people online, my adventures to Canberra and applying for university. That and I had no idea where to take this story. This chapter might help a bit with ideas, so you might have another chapter shortly. Once again, Stephanie Meyers owns the Twilight Verse, just not my imagination. That, my friends is my own to play around with.
It was night time when I returned to Forks and found myself stumbling, that's right, stumbling up the stairs to Bella's house. Knocking on the door, I was soon confronted with Charlie. He opened the door saying "Look, Bella had nothing to do with Alice's disappearance, would you all just stop…" His jaw more or less dropped when he saw it was me, not his neighbours come to condemn his daughter. "Alice?" He said wide eyed and pulled me into a hug. "Where have you…been these last two weeks?" The hug stopped and it was only then that I could take in his features. His thick black moustache hadn't been brushed, his hair all over the place, his white t-shirt was stained slightly and he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. I hoped I wasn't the cause of his lack of sleep. I knew, just by looking at Charlie, that Bella would be worse off. "I've…had a lot of thinking to do, Chief Swan…I just…" "Charlie." "Oh…sorry, Charlie. I've been in the woods, just thinking things through." "Just. Thinking. Things. Through. You know how much harm that's done to Bella? Well?" Truth be told, I didn't. My visions may be subjective, but all that time, Bella didn't decide to do anything at all. My sudden departure had broken her. When Edward left, she had nightmares, screamed a lot in her sleep and did reckless things such as hang round with wolves and cliff jumping, just to see Edward again. She must've thought I wasn't going to come back, despite her desperate pleading via technology. I stared at my toes, hanging my head in shame. "I'm so sorry Charlie, I didn't….its just…" I trailed off. He pulled me into yet another warm embrace. "It's alright Alice. The important thing is your home now. I guess you're here to see Bella right?" "Yes sir." I said, raising my head. "She's upstairs." He said, indicating that I should go straight on in.
I nodded my thanks to Charlie and glancing up at the stairs, it was like every anniversary of my death come early. For all I know, while I was gone, Bella could've pulled some supernatural stunt and summoned or been possessed by a demon. I didn't know who or what I would be facing when I walked through those doors. Gulping, I made my way up the staircase and, facing her door, I slowly shut my eyes and knocked. There was no answer. Raising my eyebrows, I opened the door and too in my surroundings.
Her room was more of less how it was when I left, except now, the bed was unmade. My eyes finally landed on Bella. She was asleep at her desk, her email account open, with a new email open, addressed to me.
Dear Alice, I read and my heart would've skipped a beat if it still beat.
I miss you so very, very much. Please just come home.
The others, they've noticed a difference in how I act, how I talk,
how I live. Just because you left. Please just, come home.
We'll discuss it. What you said. I know you probably won't read this, Alice,
and ignore it like everything else. But I talked, recently to Jasper.
Unlike your dear brother, Jasper doesn't mind which way this goes.
Whether you end up with me, or him. Being able to influence and manipulate
emotions….he told me how I make you feel. Told me he hasn't made you
feel that way for thirty-forty years and that he knew the time would come
when you would meet that one person who'd make you feel whole. And the irony?
Unlike Edward, you make me feel whole. You make me feel alive. With Edward,
Its all be careful, don't go near Jasper, doom and gloom.
But with you? Well. With you, every rainy day in Forks, becomes sunny,
just because of the smile on your face. All those months where you left, when he left,
were erased when you returned, not him, and hugged me, and dragged me halfway
round the world to save his life. You made my smile return. One which I thought
would never, ever return. Charlie sees that. I see that. But it is only now that I
realise. I realise I…Alice I L…
Stupid cliff-hangers, I cursed. The reason why reading isn't one of my preferred hobbies. Always on the edge of suspense. This must have been when she fell asleep. Why couldn't she have typed it, and THEN fallen asleep? But what was she going to write in that email? And would I have read it, or would I have ignored it, if I was still in the woods?After all, I'd started to ignore the emails and texts, which started getting repetitive and short. Begging me to come home. But this. This suggested otherwise. If I were out in the woods still, this email would've pulled me home, back to Forks, back to Bella, within minutes. The fact that it wasn't finished meant everything to me, yet nothing to me and my curiosity boiled. I needed to know what she was going to write. What she was going to say.
I glanced at the sleeping figure on the chair, placed my cold hands over her eyes, knowing it would wake her, and said "Guess who."
