BPOV

I didn't know why I was here. I didn't even know how I got here. Edward didn't know I was here. Edward didn't even know I was gone. I stared down, little droplets of water trickling to the ground. It wasn't raining yet. I looked at the lines forming letters, the letters forming words.

Renée Swan

1965-1995

A good mother and a good friend. R.I.P

Charlie Swan

1960-1995

Police chief of Forks, and a father. The best police chief we've known.

I sniffed. Edward hadn't been mad at me, although Alice was a different story.

Flashback:

"Alice, you idiot!" Edward yelled, not even pausing to look at me.

"She would have figured it out eventually. You don't think she's that dumb, do you?" Alice's voice echoed through the halls. Edward ran out again, faster than I'd ever seen. There was a shriek.

Let's just say Alice won't be with us for a while. Neither will Jasper.

I resorted to different memories

FLASHBACK:

A LITTLE GIRL RAN FORWARD, ONTO A PLAYGROUND. SHE STOPPED AND SHOUTED, "MOMMY? CAN WE SIT HERE?" THE MOTHER LAUGHED, AND SHOUTED BACK "IS IT WET?" THE LITTLE GIRL SHOOK HER HEAD VIGORIOUSLY. "THEN WE CAN," A MAN STEPPED OUT OF THE CAR CARRYING VARIOUS PLAYTHINGS, A KITE, A FRISBEE, AND SO ON. HER MOTHER HAD A BLANKET AND A PICNIC BASKET IN HER HANDS.



FLASHBACK #2:

A PIECE OF GLASS SLIPPED FROM A GIRL'S HANDS. IT SHATTERS. ONE OF THE PIECES GET STUCK IN HER LEG. SHE STARTS CRYING. HER MOM COMES DOWN TO SEE WHY THE GIRL IS CRYING AND SEES A NEARLY SET TABLE, JUST MISSING THE THIRD GLASS OF MILK. SHE LOOKS UP AT HER WAILING DAUGHTER, AND NOICES HER FACE TURNING GREEN. SHE FINALLY NOTICES THE BLOOD AND MILK RUNNING DOWN HER DAUGHTERS LEG. "OH, BABY, ARE YOU OKAY? MOMMY'S GOING TO MAKE IT BETTER. CHARLIE? CAN YOU GET THE BAND-AIDS AND DISINFECANT?"

FLASHBACK #3:

HER MOM SHOUTED AGAIN, LOUDER THIS TIME. THE GIRL WAS CURLED UP IN A BALL IN HER ROOM. THIS WAS THE SEVENTH FIGHT THIS MONTH. HER DAD WASN'T YELLING LOUD, TRYING NOT TO SCARE HIS DAUGHTER. THERE WAS THE SOUND OF THINGS BEING THROWN. THE GIRL SNUGGLED CLOSER TO HER STUFFED ANIMAL, WHIMPERING AND CRYING HERSELF INTO A DEEP AND NIGHTMARISH SLEEP.

That wasn't a pleasant memory. I had awakened in a hotel with my mother, when I asked; she had said that me and her were going on a trip. I, being a stupid little kid, believe her. Until we never came back. I sniffled hard, the droplets of water picking up pace. I kept my head bowed; I didn't want people to see me like this. I hadn't always been so close to my parents, I'd never said much to them, I had hated them, hated them both for taking me away from both of them. I sniffled again, and reached out to brush my hand across the gravestones. The rain started then.

"I love you mom, I love you, too dad, sorry for not talking to you. I just wish I could be with you again." I whispered and walked away, into the rain.