Before you read this chapter consider the following.

. I'm going to say this one more time. I'm only 14 years old. My vocabulary is limited, my grammar isn't the greatest. I know. But I get sick and tired of 40 year old stay at home moms freaking out because I spell a few words wrong, when some people don't even know how to spell Emmett. :(

Also, I start school tomorrow, which at the time tomorrow is Wednesday.

Chapter 9

I drove to the waterfall. That place would always calm me down. Today, I'd learn to know it wouldn't.

I submerged from the woods to hear the begs, the pleads, the cries of the man I was falling in love with. Emmett. I screamed like I did to Alice. The same results happened, nothing.

Emmett, would try to drown himself, or so I thought. That or to have the water touch his face made it feel like real tears. I wasn't sure.

"Shit." I cursed under my breathe. " It wasn't suppose to be like this."

"But it is." God floated down from the sky.

"Change me back." I nearly begged.

"I will, but you still have something to see." And with that said, I felt my self floating without my control, and I read the 'Welcome to Forks, Washington.' sign. A wave of guilt crashed on me, and it hit hard. One reason for leaving, second for dying. I knew why I was here, to check on Charlie and that I was regretting.

Instead of going straight to my house, I decided to go to the Cullens. The memories, most of them were nice.

I drifted out to the Cullen's house at a faster pace then before. It was as if that was the reason I was here. Like I was the north pole of a magnet and the house was the south. When I reacted the door, I didn't stop. I floated up the stairs, and to the room. His room.

Inside I saw Edward. A part of Edward I never seen before. He sat there, on his sofa, laying smell my scent off. After a while, he stopped, like he fell asleep, but I knew what was happening. Edward was day dreaming -- trying, no forcing himself out of reality. But I didn't understand why? He loved Rosalie -- after all.

His next move surprised me. He grabbed the few pictures of us that I had taken before his departure, and stared at them. Like his memory didn't project a perfect image of myself, or maybe the picture didn't. I from far, with my normal vision could see that he was crying. Part of me wanted to go over and tell him it's okay, that everyone messes up, and kisses him hard. The other side, the more dominant side was telling me that he doesn't even want me, and to leave. I chose the option that was right, and left.

When I arrived outside, I saw that Jasper and Carlisle were back from where ever they went. Both of their faces were emotionless, but you could see into there eyes there pain. I wasn't close to Jasper but he even missed me.

Carlisle went inside the house first, and Jasper followed behind. Slowly, like the mood surrounding the house was repelling him. Soon enough he made it in, and I took that was my time to leave.

Reluctantly, I made my way over to my house to see that Charlie was home. He didn't go to work today.

When I first arrived, he was in the living room. The television was on, but he wasn't paying any attention to it. Instead he clutched the note that I wrote him a few weeks ago, the one saying I left. He got up and looked at the pictures from when I was younger till no longer then a few months ago, and I saw a sad smile that appeared. He pulled out a tape from under the entertainment center and popped it in.

It was one of those old home-made videos, of a baby doing humorous things, that all parents say they're going to send it in to America's Most Funny Home Video's but never do. It was the one when I was around 6 months old, I was in a swimming pool. I pooped myself, and grabbed the handful of do-do and threw it at my dad. I laughed at my behavior.

It was not even 8 pm when Charlie went upstairs. He put on the cheesy 'Best dad in the world' shirt I made him when I was five and went to bed. I stayed and watched him toss and turn in his sleep, and I sobbed.

"God, make it stop." I begged again. Hoping he would stop it.

"You still have more to see my dear." And with that. I was floating away.