Sorry for the mix up

Sorry for the mix up. This is defiantly the chapter where you find out what is in the box. I know I kind of threw you when I said that before, but now I'm serious. (I would not blame any of you if you tried to strangle me… over the internet… I might laugh… but only if you didn't succeed… rrriiiiiiiiight…DISCLAIMER!

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Chapter 6

(Beth POV)

"G'night, Mrs. Cullen."

After she closed the door, I went over to the window and calculated how long it was to the ground. If I jumped, I risk the chance of breaking a leg or arm. If I tried to climb down, they might hear me, and there were that many foot holds.

Wait, why am I trying to break out?!

I jumped back form the window like it shocked me. The least I could do for these people was stay a while and catch my breath. I walked over to the bed and picked up my bag. I dug through all of my stuff until I got to the box. I opened it to the main compartment and looked in on my most priced and valuable possessions. My wallet that held more than 10,000 and my various fake IDs; the 3x5 note book that served as a diary, though at the moment the only entries were from when I a month of solace. I would have to write some more while I'm here; and the to the laminated pictures, one of them of my parents, my big bother and me when I was four years old. Tears welled up in my eyes when I looked at the picture and thought back to when was taken.

FLASHBACK

It was right after Christmas and my mom and dad wanted to get new pictures of the family. They put James in charge of getting me dressed in nice, but comfortable clothes, so I wouldn't feel compelled to take them off.

"Jamie, why do we have to do dis evrwy year?" I pouted.

"I told you before Jilly-bean, Mom and Dad want to do this every year so they can see how we all change in the course of a year. Now put your arm through here. Good girl. Now, are you going to take of the skirt if I put you in it?"

"Yeth." I giggled as he asked.

"Okay, will you take off the shorts?"

"No," I answered in a serious voice.

"Will you take off the shiny, dress shoes?"

"Yeth."

"Do you want to wear you new play shoes or your flip-flops?"

"Flip-flops. The new ones are too pink." Another pout.

"Oh, are they? Now why don't you like pink?"

"It's too girly."

"Well I think pink is a fine color. And, aren't you a girl?"

"Yeah, but you're a boy. You don't have people trying to put you in pink clothes."

"Do you want me to tell Mom and Dad to stop buying you pink?"

"Yeth."

"Okay, then. We need to get going."

When we got to the picture place, James wanted to do some with me on his shoulders. Then we did the whole family picture with me sitting on my mom's lap and Dad and James behind the chair. James' hand was on my shoulder rather than my mom's. Then we drove home and I took my nap after playing with James.

FLASHBACKEND

I put everything back in box and closed the lid. I dug through one of the hidden compartments of my back-pack and pulled out my recently acquired MP3 and headphones. I turned on some of the only music I had on it, a band called Evanescence. I just loved how it could be so morbid yet uplifting at the same time.

I took out one of my sketchbooks and started to lose my self in my 'art' as some would call it. I called it escape. My latest drawings were of cartoon-like faces that always had a sad or blank expression. I never knew if that was because of my mood or because I couldn't draw a smiling mouth. The face I was drawing now looked a little bit like the faerie girl― Alice, I think― and had bright red eyes. The red was the only color on the page because I usually just used pencil. It seemed very ominous but for the expression on the faerie's face, which distant and soft, like she was looking at something far away. I finished the face and worked on the hair some more. It was long and flowy down the faerie's back. Then I added some leaves ad forest-type debris into the hair and around the face.

I saw that one would be overworked if I added anything else. So I started a new one.

This time it was an angel that looked like Bella. It had long brown hair that came to its elbow and had a slight wave to it. I never really got the whole angels in robes that covered neck to toe. So this angel was wearing a black t-shirt with a neon blue winged heart in the bottom right corner, white jeans, and old tennis shoes. The only indication that it was an angel were the wings that were stretched out halfway and angled forward and the crooked halo that was above the head. Her head was turned slightly to look at one of the long wings and her face showed a look of longing.

I finished coloring the angel with colored pencils and closed the sketchbook. I changed into the only sleeping apparel I had― red shorts and a oversized t-shirt― and put everything back in my bag except for the box and laid it by the bed. I opened it and took out a picture of me and James. Then I closed the lid and placed the box on top of my bag. I gazed at the picture and held it tightly to my chest. I managed one last thought before I cried myself to sleep.

I miss you, Jamie…