-1Okay to answer some questions, I didn't think that her school experience was quite important to the story line. No Carlisle is not her doctor. I haven't explained why people back in Forks are not looking for her, but I will. Where she is will be explained in this, or the next few chapters. Oh I decided to scratch the part about his family from the author's note, they play an important role in this.

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Bella/JamiePOV

It had been almost a year since what Caleb, and I have come to call "the accident", yet nothing seems familiar. My room, school, seemed strange, and alien.

My school was a private school. There were 30 kids in K-12. A boy named Joey, and myself were the only seniors. I never talked to him, then again no one really got a chance to talk, we were always in class.

My heart pounded in my chest as my feet came to a stop once more. I leaned over and breathed deeply. I had taken to running a lot, however I tended to trip over my own feet every so often, meaning every ten seconds.

It was something about the breeze in my face, the wind in my hair..……it was so natural. I loved it.

I started to run everyday, Caleb said that I had never run before, but he was glad that I was now.

No matter how hard I tried I couldn't bring myself to call him dad, or even father. It seemed so out of place. Like I would be betraying someone. I knew that It was stupid, but I just couldn't do it.

I couldn't sleep at night either, if I did drift off, terrible visions would come. People being killed, or rather, me, dead. Well I couldn't really see that it was me, but I just knew that it was.

The dream was of a body in a coroners office. The coroner was telling who I guessed to be a CSI, that she "can not identify the body by exterior features because the corpse is to mutilated". But I was sure that it was me.

I also had a dream that wasn't necessarily scary, but it damn well shook me to the core. It was always of a boy, a beautiful boy, his reddish-brown hair whipped around his face, his features were sculpted and handsome. He was excruciatingly beautiful. His lanky figure was graceful as he moved forward, calling out into the darkness ahead of him. His beautiful appearance did not do his voice justice. It was like velvet, his words rolling off his tongue. It was forceful without scaring you. He was scared, I could hear it in his scenic voice.

He was always looking for something, calling out a name. His voice was full of sadness and anger. One time he was silent as if to give up looking. Then I never had that dream again.

But I never forgot it, and I was sure that I wouldn't for a long time.

I was brought back to reality by the crashing of waves. My heart beat finally went back to normal.

I was in my favorite place, the ports Boston Massachusetts. I loved the way the white water crashed against the mossy docks. The sound was music to my ears.

The cloud covered sky was so warm and familiar to me that in the summer I would lie on the docks with my feet dangling into the frostbit waters, and just stare at it.

I started to walk along the docks, the soothing sounds of the waves were growing louder as I approached the end of the quay. My mind wandered of into the waves ahead of me.

I was in my favorite place, no one ever came here but me, it was mostly secluded, but there was still an opening in the brick wall that isolated it.

I quickly slipped of my shoes and socks. Then I glanced around to make sure that no one had discovered my secret hiding place. I pulled off my sweat drenched shirt, and wriggled out of the loose sweats that had become even more slack since I started to run.

I pulled down my underwear, and slipped off my sports bra. Then I dived out into the frigid waters.

It always surprised me, how calm it was under water. When my arms broke the water, and my feet finally came under with the rest of me, I could feel the pressures of the day melt away into the deep blue of icy waters below. Even in the heat of approaching summer, the Boston waters were still numbingly cold. But I liked it that way, I liked feeling numb, not having to feel anything outside of my mind.

I waved my arms upwards so that I would stay under, then I opened up my eyes, the salt from the water stung, but sure enough I could see through the water. The crystal water was beautiful.

I was interrupted by a brief splash in the water above me. I spun around to see who had Invaded my secret clandestine spot.

There was a figure above, crouching down beckoning for me with their index finger. By the shape of the figure, it looked like a man.

I broke the surface once more, going slowly so when my head came out I wouldn't go to far.

I gasped for air, and wiped the water, and hair from my face. But what I wasn't prepared for was who was there.

"Caleb?!" I gasped, he was standing there, with a frown on his face. "Wh-what are you doing here?" my body involuntarily shuddered, damn it, he would read into that.

"Jamie! What in the world are you doing here? Why are you swimming in the port with no one watching, and naked?!" he nearly screamed at me.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up out of the water and onto the bitter cold cement.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He said while he shoved my clothes to me.

"I'm so sorry Caleb, I don't know I just wanted to swim." I retorted trying to calm him down.

"Put your cloths on and, and.……" he was at a loss for words, but I already had my shirt and pants on, and I was ready to be scolded. He never grounded me, no matter what I did, I could have murdered his best friend and the best I would've gotten would be a good "talk'n to" about respect and how killing someone wasn't nice.

"I was just going into town and I thought that I should, try to wash off some of the sweat before I go anywhere." I lied, not knowing what else to say.

"Just don't do it again, okay?" he looked at me like a puppy, trying to get me to feel bad. He was always too over protective. I don't know why.

He let me do pretty much what ever I wanted, but if it was anything that involved potential danger he was like a loin protecting his cub.

"I'm going to Cambridge, and Worcester to pick up some stuff. I will be back later tonight." he huffed, because he knew that I wouldn't listen to him. "Stay out of trouble, okay?" He pleaded with me.

"I. will. Be. Fine." Gosh, did I have to spell it out for him? "Why were you here?" I asked, still wondering how he found my swimming spot.

"I was looking for you and I saw your clothes sitting there." he stated very matter-of-factly. "I'll be back around nine or ten. Be good." he said. He ruffled my hair, then took off for his run down, 1977 ford pick up truck.

"Oh God." I muttered "He's on the war path." Then I stomped off to the store.

The store was a vintage collectables store, and I loved it. There was so much stuff there, I loved to sit in this old chair in the corner, it had this old floral pattern, and it smelled old. Some people find that smell nasty, but I found it oddly comforting, like it was something from my past.

There was nothing in here that I wanted to look at so I decided to go to the library, my second favorite place in the world. With my hair still damp, and my head still in the water, I walked the 3 blocks to the library.

The smell of new books filled my nose as I walked into the library, the shelves and shelves of books lined the walls and were packed into the immense building. The books overflowed the shelves and lay in piles on tables and beside shelves and computers.

It was home to me.

I nodded to the librarian, she knew me by my face. I was there nearly every day, I was beginning to think that I had read nearly every fantasy book that they had.

I don't know why but I didn't feel like reading a book today, so I walked around. Then the scent of old paper filled my nostrils, and I smiled. Newspapers.

I had never thought of it! I could read old newspapers, maybe I would remember something that happened a while ago.

I went to the year before papers. And I started to read. The only thing that caught my eye, was in April of the year before last. It read:

"LOCAL MOTHER AND CHILD MISSING"

And to my horror as I looked at the caption beside it, was the same picture as the one Caleb had on the mantle.

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Dun dun dun..… J/K. I really wanted to get some of Bella's thoughts out there, I swear it will all fall into place.I say for the millionth time.