I hope you like this chapter, but I`m stll working on the lengths.

Sorry if it`s not very long, but with like, NO, computer time (when they KNOW I`m on it), It`s very difficult to get my imagination flowing.

I`m always nervous that I`ll be caught.

I wanted to write down my suspicions in my private notebook, but when I went for it under my pillow it was gone.

"Where is it?! Oh, God, Oh no. I have to find it. fast!"

I was panicking. Throwing everything around my room, I kept looking.

My notebook was missing. I needed it. Too many feelings were pouring through me, I had to let them out.

I had never lost it before, always keeping it under my pillow. It just slipped my mind, being preoccupied with actually going to high school. Now that the day was coming in two days, scratch that, one day now, I can't seem to stop the dreams. And I know it was there, on my dresser, before I went to bed. Which means someone took it from my room. After I was asleep.

I knew it! The Cullens are not to be trusted. And I was ever so slightly, in tiniest bit, letting my suspicions and my distrust, be spftened from a blade point, to a sword's edge. Not very promising when I felt no different afterword, but there was, keyword being WAS, something that made me want to - trust them, that is. But it's gone now. Because I know exactly who took it.

I knew that gleam in Alice's eyes meant bad news, but when she calmly handed over my notebook to me before we went shopping, I thought, maybe she wouldn't be as hard to submit to as the other family's children. But I can't bother her right now, she's probably asleep in her bed, planning on reading it tomorrow. Like I'd let that happen!

Deciding to confront her in the morning, I took out a few sheets of printer paper she bought me and the art pencils that I'd need for school and sat at the desk. I was having a memory of the first home I went to at the age eleven. I'm surprised I remember it in such detail, after working so hard to forget. The first time I was violated.

I wasn't raped though, thank God for some small miracles. But I do remember, in vivid detail, where his hands were. So I let them out on paper. I outlined his man hand, and the part of my body it was on that I could see. Right above my hip. I was already filling out there. I hated it because it made them think of me.

I detailed the way he grabbed ahold of me, as he held me on my side.(Picture link on pro.) It was... degrading. Wrong. It left a hand shaped bruise on me. Along with many others. That one, it hurt the most at the time, though.

There was also the memory of a woman. I'm wasn't really sure who she was, only that, I didn't think she did anything bad to me. Maybe she was before the deaths of my parent, but I drew her because I didn't want to forget. Didn't want to forget the warm feelings I felt when I dreamed of her.

I had just finished the last part of the shading when my alarm went off. I started setting it to help me get used to waking up at a certain time. But it still gave me a jolt when it starts beeping.

I went to shut it off and placed my two new sketches under my pillow, to keep them safe until I get my notebook back. From ALICE! I will kill her! Figuratively speaking of course, since I would never voluntarily hurt another person. Even if they did see me lose my cool a few days before. And now that I think about it, that's probably why she took it. To find a reason for my behavior. Well, then it's a good thing most of what is in there I made pretty vague. It's more the hospital bills and papers, old prescriptions and new ones, the tally sheet of injuries recieved (though there's no name on it to tell who's injuries they are).

Another problem is I found a stash of picture that HE took of me during and after one of the visits. I stole them right before I left and put them in the back pocket of my book. If anyone saw them, I would have to leave. The pity, or the look that tells me they want to be next, are, a lot of the time, much, much more worse than the act itself. I needed to get it back before that happens.

After dressing quickly, I took my bag put an extra pair of clothes and a sweater in it, like always, in case I need to run. I left the room, heading down the hallway to grab breakfast in the kitchen. I don't like to, but I thought I remembered hearing that the house would be empty, so I felt a little more safe. But when I reached the Arched support of the doorway I paused.

Though, I continued to the refrigerator, I felt very nervous about being in there.

Edward, If I remembered correctly, was sitting at the Kitchen table writing something down on the paper set out in front of him. I pretended t o ignore him as I took out the eggs and bacon. I was going to make a plate of bacon and eggs. Cooking always calmed me, but instead I was jittery because I was trying to sneak looks at Edward.

Ever since I was kidnapped, I had trained myself to not miss any details, and because I had already memorized him, I worked on what he was doing.

So with that training, I took in the fact that he was writing music. And if the evidence was correct, not having an easy time with it. He seemed to be struggling with it and was erasing everything he did. But then, it's probably my fault anyways. I guess it's a good thing I'll be gone soon.

I'll never know if what happened next was the cause of my own clumsiness, or just being jumpy in the first place, but the sound of my name from Edwards lips brought my feet right out from under me.

Normally, that wouldn't have bothered me, or been a problem. I was used to it. The difference between this time, and every other time, was the pan I was holding in my hand. The one with the hot oil from the bacon I had started cooking.

I was barely able to finish that thought. Then, I was on the floor; The pan flipping over me, sending hot oil and bacon all over my chest and part of throat. I had one of those moments where you feel disconnected to ask myself, Why does this always happen? And then I felt the terrible burning pain. It hit me hard. As well as, me, most likely receiving bruises where the pan hit the right side of my ribs. But more importantly, I could feel the heat blistering my skin. I kept reassuring myself the blisters would heal. I could also hear someones voice shouting, but I was in too much pain to care.

That is, until I felt them lift me up and start walking somewhere with me. I forgot all about the pain then. Because this brought back all sorts of unwanted memories.

"Put me down!" I screamed at the person, who, upon actually opening my eyes, turned out to be Edward. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"You need to get to the hospital. I'm taking you there, now. Stop squirming." He spoke quietly, and I tried to listen, I really, really tried. I just have too much history.

"No! No, don't touch me! Put me down! Please, just- I- you have to- let... LET ME GO!" I was struggling and screaming. I may hay even dry sobbed too, but it seemed to do the trick. Either that or he figured out it wasn't, or I wasn't worth it. Because he put me down.

So ignoring the pain all over my body, I ran to the wall farthest from him and sank to the ground. Then I stared at him with terrified and pain filled eyes. He would obviously know why the pain was there, but I just blew my charade with the fear. Now he'll wonder why it's there. But I just couldn't make my self move.

And I wasn't the only one staring. He was doing some major looking too. Then he pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. I don't think he knew I was still coherent enough to notice because he started talking so fast it was all just a buzz. A low vibration of a sound. Which added more questions to the What are they? questions. When he hung up, he looked at me again.

He spoke to me, telling me Carlisle was coming home to help me and not to worry. Like I cared, as long as they all stayed away from me.

Suddenly I realized I was right beside my room door. If I could just, Reach my arm up, I could make it inside and take care of myself.

So I tried. I unwrapped my arms from where I had them around my body and made it look as is I was going to get up. Then I tuned the knob quickly, and was quickly pulled from my door by cold arms, sending my into another stupid, and very, very unwanted flashback.

I know, A cliffie, right. Haven`t really given any of those yet.

The next chapter will be all about the flashbacks she has.

It may be a little confusing but I hope it`ll be somewhat easier to get with prior warning.

Your Buddy,
Silver