Chapter Seven

Story Time

June 1, 1919

Dear my future self,

I am not sure if you remember, or how you're even doing. If you are struggling, please remember that there are people who love you. At one point in time there was Renee and the kids –Joann and Henry- were a big part of my life, and in turn they were a big part of yours too.

If you don't remember what happened, it was horrific. And if you do remember, then you know this to be true. It all happened so slowly, as if I was in slow motion at the time. But it all happened in a blink of an eye. I remember waking up to loud noises. I remember questioning why there would be such loud noises at such an un-godly hour. I never thought that my loved ones would be harmed, or that they could be harmed. I can't remember what went through my mind, but what I do remember is that I couldn't believe that much blood existed in someone and they still be alive. As I turned the corner I saw my children –Joann and Henry, and my mother –Renee. They were tied to chairs and a man was torturing them. I did not recognize him at first. But then, he turned, and then I knew. My husband was killing our children and my mother. He kept on telling them to give him his money. At the time I did not nearly understand what he was talking about, but I didn't need to worry. Because at that point in time my heroes came in through the windows. At the time I thought they flew through the window, but now I can see why that is funny.

That is the first time I met Charlotte and Peter. At the time, and at this point in time they are in a war called the newborn wars. They would never go into detail but they killed that man that ended up torturing my loved ones to death. And to this day, I absolutely hate who I married.

I love you

-Bella

I took a deep breath as I looked up at my ceiling. I finally decided to read the journals that my human-self had left for me, and I am bombarded with this emotional toll. I am glad that I know a little bit more about myself; however, I would like to know more. More of what I had left for myself. As I took a deep breath I turned to the next page.

June 2, 1919

Dear my future self,

I know that it is essential to write Peter and Charlotte a letter in order for them to know that I would like for them to turn me. But I am not sure if I still want to. Is Emmett worth it? Of course he is, I keep telling myself. He is my brother after all. He would do the same thing for me, no doubt. That is what scares me though, he would do the same thing for me. So please tell me why on earth I am second guessing myself? I should not be so weak.

When Emmett was five or six he always talked about joining the military. He loved our country, he loved everyone in it. He would always tell me,

"Just because you don't know someone doesn't mean that they had it easier than you. You must love everyone like family, Isabella, Even if they do not want to be. This country needs to be fought for by people that love it as much as they love each other."

I love my brother, I always have. That is why I need you to find him for me, please.

I have many memories I can share with you, if you cannot remember. But if you remember then you know why I need you to find him. I do not know whether or not you will read this right away or twenty-years from now but I need to know he is fine. I know he is alive.

-Bella

I looked up and away from the book. I did not know if I should look for her brother or not. I mean technically he is my brother, and if worst comes to worst then he could be six feet under by now. But if he's not, then I could learn more about my family without having to feel sad about the human I once was.

I made my mind up, that is exactly what I will do.