A/N: It's been awhile since I have written any stories, so I hope you all enjoy my new one.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, the belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Love Heals All Wounds

Chapter 1: Remembrance

He left me. Why? Because I got a paper cut. That was all it took to set off Jasper's bloodthirst, causing him to lunge at me. But just because of my clumsy stupidity and Jasper's still uncontrollable thirst for blood, Edward had decided to leave and move away with his beautiful family,

Edward said he didn't love me anymore. I knew this was a lie. He tried so hard to make his eyes emotionless and dead, but I could see his pain when he spoke those harsh words to me.

After he ran, I stumbled after him, calling out his name until my throat was raspy and sore. Night had fallen quickly as I had continued to stumble through the quiet forest until I had finally collapsed. At one point I recalled being carried home, but I didn't want to open my eyes or acknowledge this person in any shape or form, because his chest and hands were hot. They were not the chest and hands of my cold and frozen vampire family. At this point, I just wanted to be left alone. I was gently set down in my father Charlie's sitting room and without saying a single word to anyone, I had walked upstairs to my room and sat in front of the window that Edward used to come through every night.

Still sitting here after several hours, after refusing to move when Charlie came in about three hours ago. We never really got along and now would be especially difficult, considering he didn't know or understand what I was going through. He only dated my mother for a little while until they had me. There was no love lost between them. Whereas what me and Edward had and I believe still have is different. We were mated. His family had become my family. I even considered Carlisle and Esme as my parents, more so than my real ones.

Still staring out the window, I tried to forget all the memories of the Cullen's that I had, just because thinking of them was excruciating. My lungs would seize up, my heart would start speeding up and tears would well-up in my eyes before cascading down my hot cheeks. But try as I might, I could no longer hold back the memories. Each one began to rush forward causing the now cascading tear waterfall.

The meadow. Edward's private place to think. He shared this beautiful place with me. It had become our sacred place. The breeze would sweep past the branches of trees in the surrounding forest, like a gentle whisper, before moving gently over the blades of grass and gently against the little daisies like the caress of a lover, before the breeze touched my skin and caused my hair to flutter around my face. This would make Edward inhale deeply. The smell of my blood was very powerful for him as I am his blood singer. It's as if my blood literally sang to him. He had gotten better at controlling himself around me. We had our first kiss in the meadow. It was bittersweet.

My sweet Alice. She was my best friend. No, she was much more than that, she was my sister. I loved and still love her very much. Seeing the rest of my life without her was unbearable. We spent almost as much time together as Edward and I. Alice was always trying to get me into fashionable clothes that I didn't like. I wonder if she sees me now, mourning the loss of her and the others. Alice was special, she could have visions of the future. If she is having one of me now, what would she think of the wreck I'm becoming?

Esme, my sweet caring mother. Being a vampire meant she didn't have a use for human food or for her kitchen. Yet from the second Edward invited me into their home, Esme had stocked the kitchen and had learned how to cook, just for me. Thinking of her only made my heart break further and my tears to run faster. From the first day to the last, she had her arms open wide and enough room in her heart for me.

My dearest father Carlisle. Another Cullen with his arms open wide for me. He was always so caring towards me. The only one in his family to have never tasted human blood. I had dreamt of becoming a vampire so that I could fully become a member of the Cullen family and I hoped that I would have the same restraint and inner strength as Carlisle to never drink from or harm a human.

Now Rosalie is an altogether different story. She never liked me. I never found out why. But I do like her and I do respect her. She is one of the strongest women I know. I wish we had gotten to know each other better and I would have hoped we could have bonded and become something akin to sisters.

My big playful brother Emmett. How I miss his boisterous laughter after my every clumsy fall. He used to say I had two left feet and most of the time only hung around near me to see if I would trip over my own feet, or god forbid, over thin air, which would make him in turn, fall over into fits of uncontrollable laughter. But even though he was the jokester of the family, he would always lend an ear if you needed to talk.

Jasper is a little different. His thirst is still too strong when he is around humans, so it's hard for him to be around me. He is the Cullen's resident empath, meaning he feels and even projects emotions. Somehow I always feel safe around him, even when he constantly berates his own self control. I always wished he would have more confidence in himself and his abilities. I wish I could tell him that I never blamed him for being taken over by his base vampiric instincts. It's who he is. But he is also my brother and I love him very much.

Feeling a stinging sensation in my eyes jolted me from my memories. My eyes were sore and very itchy. Bringing my hand up to touch one of my eyes, I realised that my eyes had become puffy. I could feel my tank top sticking to my chest. Had I really cried that much? Of course I did and I knew I would for a while. Losing an entire family instantly without even a farewell was extremely painful. Maybe if I searched for them I could mend my shattering heart and feel whole again. If they didn't smell me first that is.

Getting up from my spot in front of the window, I quickly washed my face on a nearby bath towel and then removed my tank top and jeans. I locked my bedroom door before getting into bed. Usually my door remained unlocked, but considering that all I was wearing were my panties, I didn't want Charlie coming in and seeing my exposed breasts. Knowing I would fall into a restless sleep fraught with nightmares, I tired to look forward to the day ahead, when I would start the search for my family.