It was dark, very dark, I didn't know where I was, or who I was for that matter. I seemed to be gliding down the long corridor, I passed many doors but I never stopped, why?, I don't know, I didn't know what was guiding me as I drifted through this old dusty house, all I am thinking is I needed to find, something. I felt lightheaded I looked down, I was wearing a summer dress from the early 1900s, I guessed there was a tight corset underneath the snug fitting dress, for I couldn't breath properly, I kept moving, The clanking of my old-fashioned heals was the only sound I heard. I passed oil paintings, wooden tables with lit candles on top of them, and doors so many doors, why did I feel so trapped? My breath came to hyperventilation, I was so frightened I looked around franticly, nothing, nobody was here, finally, I regained the use of my legs, I tried every door.

I ran the hallway searching, but for what? "He's not here, Evelyn." whispered a voice, something in my head clicked, Evelyn, I was Evelyn. I slowly turned, squinting, my eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness I now faced. "He's not here." the voice whispered again, "Who's not here?" I said, my voice quivered, I didn't sound as strong as I meant to be. "He's not here." the voice repeated slowly, "Who are you?" questions, nothing but questions filled my head. The owner of the chilling voice came into the light, "I am Elizabeth," said the women as she stepped toward me, I took a big step back, though I stumbled, the dress was long and wavy. I raised my eyebrows in confusion, this women had the same face, the same green eyes, even the same bronze hair, as me, but she was beautiful, much more than I could ever be. The mysterious women smiled, a kind smile, crooked in a way, I recognized it immediately for It was my dad's smile, my smile.

I tilted my head to the side, examining everything about her, the way she held herself, her hair pinned up very elegantly. "He died, Evelyn, you were too late." Elizabeth said, softly, I looked up in alarm, My breath grew to hyperventilation once more, and the suffocating corset I was wearing didn't help much. "No," I whispered, Elizabeth just nodded, still smiling, why was she smiling, in those few seconds my life ended, suddenly I didn't have a reason to live anymore. "NO!" I shouted, my startling voice echoing around the hall, "NO, NO, NO!" I shouted again, the lump in my throat choking me, I could feel the hysteria rising, rising into sobs, "No," I sobbed, sinking to the ground, the summer dress falling gracefully around me, "No," I whispered through my tears.

"Evelyn, wake up!" cried my scared mom, I felt cold hands on my face, NO!,NO!." I yelled, wet sticky tears were on my face, I opened my swollen eyes, still sobbing uncontrollably, "No, No, No, he's gone." I sobbed, my Alex was gone, that was all I could think, all I could say. "Evelyn, no, honey, no, Alex is not gone, it was all a scary dream." soothed my dad, lifting me from the bed, rocking me, as my mother's cold hands never left my face as I was being swayed back and forth. My sobs turned into little cries, It was then that I finally noticed my whole entire family in my bedroom. "It was so awful." I whispered, I know, baby." said Bella, "I know."

"What time is it?" I asked, after I'd calmed down a bit, "2:00 in the morning." replied Wes, running a hand over his groggy eyes. "Sorry I woke you." I said to my brothers. They both smiled, "you sounded like you were being murdered or something." Ian laughed, I laughed along, but inside I was still hurting from the memory of that awful dream. Why was Elizabeth Mason, my father's birth mother, the person to tell me that Alex was gone? She looked exactly like my father and me it was so weird, like seeing me only 30 or so years older, like that will ever happen, I may be half human, but I haven't grown since I was 12 years old, I matured early for my age, around 10 I needed a bra, and by 12 I had huge breasts, like 34Cs. No, I'm not kidding, why do you think I'm only 5'2? My brothers are different, though, they grow everyday, like their coming of age or something.

"My eyes were drooping, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Rose, Wes, and Ian left the room but Carlisle and Esme stayed along with my parents. My dad put me down back in bed, tucking me in. "What was your dream, exactly?" asked Esme softly, I inhaled, it all seemed so real, I closed my tierd eyes. "I was walking down a long hallway," I began, and as I spoke I didn't want to stop, or be interrupted, I went on and on and explained everything in full detail, even the oil paintings. My dad looked sad, Carlisle looked intrigued, Esme and my mother were looking at each other, when I was done with my story nobody spoke for a minute, "Did she look well?" my dad said softly, I smiled, and nodded, dad smiled his crooked smile back at me, "Good, no get some rest, Okay?" I nodded, "sleep tight." said Esme, leaning down to kiss my cheek and give me a quick hug. "Don't let the bedbugs bite." said Carlisle kissing my forehead, "Yeah, get some rest, you'll need it for educating yourself tommorw!" said my mom, I groaned, they all laughed, "Sleep now sweetheart." said my dad's voice as he shut off the lamp on my bedside table.

I opened my eyes for the second time that morning, I was breathing normally, which was a good sign, I hadn't had a nether dream after my nightmare, and I felt strangely at ease. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about everything, my biological grandmother, Alex, my parents, everything. I rolled over to my side, it was 6:00, I sighed, I had a lot of time before I could go pickup Alex. I eventually got my butt out of bed and heated the shower, the hot water on my skin felt so good, it was unexplainable the calmness I was feeling, I took an extra 2 minutes than I usually did for my shower, I think I even dozed off in there, but I was finally finished with everything by 7:00, I had picked out black and red, not tight!, corset, with ripped jeans and a black chocker and headband, I yawned and looked down at my black finger nails.

I caught my reflection in my big mirror and smiled, I did look like my grandmother Elizabeth, minus the charcoal make up and gothic outfit, but I could see a lot of her in me, that gave me a strange comfort, It was like that she was there, watching over me. I looked more deeply at myself, to my small feet, my tiny waist, my huge boobs, My eyes were topaz today, I liked them topaz. "Evelyn?" my mom's head poked from the other side of my door, she smiled at me, "are you ready for breakfast?" I smiled, back my crooked smile, "In a minute." "Okay." I looked back at my reflection and smiled, for the first time in my life happy with myself completely.

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