North Star-A Twilight Story

Dear Readers,

The following characters are from the Twilight Series owned by Stephenie Meyer. Out of respect for the writer's originality, please be aware that I will differ from her storyline and concepts where I feel they are necessary. This story is also written with an original character and how the addition of that character will alter the mindsets of the characters and the events of the original story concept. If you are looking for a standard story with a character added but nothing else changes, please move on and don't waste your time. I am a firm believer that a person can change situations and people simply by existing, this story is being written with that perspective in mind. For those that stick with me, I hope to present you with a one-of-a-kind type of fanfiction that you will enjoy!

{Chapter}

I sighed as I leaned forward ensuring to keep my eyes on the road before me. There were too many times recently that I had almost failed to keep my unit safe in this godforsaken place. I could hear Carter grunting in pain from the most recent narrow escape. Kelly was no doubt stitching the deep laceration from a bullet grazing him at a random attack. I knew that Carter was younger than most of my unit were, and he was much less aware of how close he came to being in a serious situation.

It was those types of close calls that made me hate that my stepsister was our combat medic. It was impossible for me not to worry. Afterall, she had unexpectedly replaced the last medic. A medic who couldn't manage the mental overload that came from being in a war zone for extended periods of time and patching up people that he had become close to. I knew that some people just couldn't cope with war, the reality of what soldiers' face when fighting in a foreign land. It didn't help that this tour had been brutal, considering where we were stationed these last few months.

There were plenty of times that I regretted not making more of an attempt to talk her out of her choice to enlist a few years after I joined up. If I had known that in a few more years that she would be my responsibility, I would never have permitted her to enlist in the first place. I cared for my stepsister. Afterall, she and her twin sister were the only one that I still associated with at all. However, it was easy to see that Kelly was the polar opposite of me. She was full of this rare innocence and happiness that came from an easy and sheltered life.

Unlike myself, who had been well aware of the darkness in this world before enlisting. It was often the only thing I knew from the time I was eight until I got away from my family. I was a fighter, a survivor, and seemingly made to be a soldier because of it. Kelly instead was a dreamer to her core and should be as far away from this place as she could be. Instead, she was here in this place, and I had to ensure that nothing happened to her.

I tensed as Tristan turned onto the path that would lead us to the town. There we would be tasked with capturing the target. I was keenly aware that this was one of the worse places in Afghanistan. I leaned forward switching the safety off the weapon preparing for the objective.

"You know those books you were reading back at base?" Carter questioned behind me causing me to glance to see he was talking to Kelly.

"Twilight?" She questioned in clear confusion.

"Yeah, my sister was telling me something about them redoing to the movies or something" He said as I rolled my eyes, like that is what the world needed that right now.

"Stephanie Myers is supposed to be continuing them" Kelly said softly as Tristan slowed seeing the town nearing and I snorted at the statement "I don't get why you don't really like the story, Liberty. They aren't bad books."

"Liberty just can't understand a weak character." Tristan said without taking his eyes off the road "You have to admit that Bella is a little weak, especially in comparison to our fearless leader. Liberty would never be able to relate to the story because of that. Otherwise, she would love Twilight like she likes all those books she always is burying her head in the moment she gets a free moment."

"True, but not everyone can be held to the standard that Liberty sets" Kelly said with a laugh.

I knew that I would have rolled my eyes at their statements if I was not hyper focused on the streets before us. I narrowed my eyes, recognizing that we would soon be within the town limits. I nodded to Tristan to slow further knowing that if we were going to be hit by another surprise attack, it would be sooner rather than later.

"Gear up" I commanded over the radio before glancing at Kelly "Stay in the Humvee. Carter, you are on the back up with Tristan. Safeties off and eyes open, Everyone!"

"Got you, Major." He said with a nod as I stepped out of the vehicle while praying Kelly would listen this time.

I pushed aside the worry to put my focus solely back on the mission at hand. It was important that we capture Abdul-Azim and secure him for transfer back to base for the higher ups to interrogate. I made the hands signs signaling for Scott and Tony to round the back of the building. Then I glanced at Clark and Parker motioning for them to tag the door for entry. Peter nodded silently before placing the explosives as everyone moved into position for entry.

I gave the signal to blow it as Clark let our team K-9, Zeus, go. Zeus bolted into the entrance, and we moved to secure the building. We were a well-oiled machine, moving through the building with practiced ease securing and shooting as needed. It wasn't long before we reached the center and secured our target. It wasn't until I was kneeling with a knee into the back of Abdul-Azim to secure his wrists that I took notice of something being wrong. The movement from across the room gained my attention and I looked see the trigger first.

"Take him and go." I commanded as shoved the prisoner at Clark "Get him to the Humvee."

I turned, raising my weapon to pull the trigger, taking notice of Peter doing the same. I could hear Clark running and the shuffle of the prisoner being forced to move. I could hear the low growling of Zeus among the background noise. I could see him moving forward toward the unknown male holding the switch. I pulled the trigger as the male's thumb pressed down. I was too late to prevent anything; I knew that as I dove to push Peter out the door praying for him to survive as the sound of the explosion was heard. Then all I felt was blinding pain from the close contact with explosives.

~Time Lapse

All that I felt was pain as I tried to open my eyes. I was groggy and through the haze I managed to open my eyes unable to focus on anything. I struggled against the blaring pain due to the brightness of the light surrounding me. I tried to force a deep breath into my lungs, feeling trapped and exhausted. I did not move anymore and welcomed the darkness of the overwhelming pain spreading through my body.

~Time Lapse

I was not aware of how much time had passed the next time I opened my eyes. I slammed my eyes shut of the sharp stabbing pain when I tried to move my head. I took notice of my heart pounding in my ears among the sharp sound of beeping machines. I tried to move my hand to sit up feeling my fingers twitch in response. I knew I was in a hospital but was unable to recall what had happened to me. I tried with everything in me to move anything as the exhaustion overwhelmed me once more pulling me back into the black abyss.

~Time Lapse

I was trying hard to open my own eyes while trying to regain control of my own body. It felt like my body was on fire, like something unknown to me was coursing through me fighting to keep me alive.

"Liberty" A soft voice called softly through the haze.

The concern gave me enough strength to finally open my eyes. I could only see a blurry image, a faceless figure before me.

"Kelly?" I asked, struggling to speak against the dryness in my throat causing me to gasp for a breath.

"Who is that my dear?" The voice questioned as someone touch me.

I was too tired to fight the haze in order to find the strength to respond. But the deep exhaustion throughout my body forced me back into the overwhelming darkness.

~Time Lapse

The world seemed clearer the next time I opened my eyes. I managed to get my eyes to focus as I winced attempting to sit up. I felt the dull ache of a familiar type of pain. The first thing I noticed was the beeping of the hospital monitors and I immediately began looking for my sister. As I looked around, I couldn't help but wonder where she was. I was severely surprised that she wasn't here already throwing her arms around me, like she had so many times in the past.

"Liberty" A voice sounded from the door.

I turned quickly making my head spin slightly. I tried to focus my eyes expecting to see my sister, Kelly. I was completely unprepared for the face I was seeing before me. It was impossible, there was no way she was here.

"You had me so worried dear" She said coming to me as quickly as she could.

I froze in shock as her arms wrapped around me. I could feel her warmth, taking notice of the wetness from tears on her cheek against mine. I didn't feel dead. In fact, I could feel the dull pain from all the healing. Wasn't heaven supposed to be free of pain? What was going on? Did I die?

"Grandma?" I whispered softly as she pulled back looking at me.

"I thought I was going to lose you too" She said with a heartbroken expression.

I blinked in confusion at I stared at her. How could she lose me? I had lost her and that was one of the most painful things I had to live with all that time. She looked so broken and relief that I wondered what she meant by losing me. How do you lose someone in heaven?

"Am I dead?" I questioned gently pausing when it caused her eyes to fill with tears and she seemed to choke out a sob.

"Oh, Liberty, you are not dead. I assure you that you are alive" She said softly confusing me further "The doctors don't know how you survived the accident when the others died, but you did. I am so glad you are okay. I am so relieved that you are awake, I was beginning to think you would never wake up."

"What is going on?" I asked in complete confusion at the information.

If I was alive, then how was she here? Was this really my grandmother then? If not, then who was this woman? It had to be her though, she clearly knew me. I took a shaky breath unable to understand how I was alive and seeing a woman that shouldn't be here.

"I am so sorry, Liberty" She said brokenly grabbing my hand to comfort me before sitting on the bed next to me "What do you remember?"

"You mean the explosion? I remember everything" I stated softly pausing thinking that I may have a concussion seeing that there is a dead person in front of me.

"You were in a car accident, Liberty." She replied softly as I blinked in confusion shaking my head in denial "You may be a little confused."

"I am not confused." I said seriously looking around the room taking notice of the doctor walking in "Where the hell is Kelly?"

"Who is Kelly?" She questioned softly, still gripping my hands as I looked at her in disbelief.

"What do you mean? Who is Kelly?" I asked in total confusion and slightly offended by the question "Kelly is my sister."

"Liberty you are confused, you don't have a sister named Kelly. Your sister, Amber, was in the accident with you." The woman stated, she couldn't be my grandmother if she didn't know Kelly.

"I am aware of who Amber is." I snapped causing her to flinch "I know that they are my step siblings, but Megan and Kelly are my sisters in the ways that matter. Kelly is my emergency contact. Now will you tell me, where is she? Kelly would have been the one to get me out of that building?"

It was sad that Kelly wouldn't be considered my sister because of blood. I was strangely angry over my grandmother thinking like that. Despite being dead, she had loved her in life or at least I thought she did. Kelly would be the first one here, she should be here already. If I was alive, then she was here.

"Please just go get my sister." I said pleading with the Doctor to understand as he looked confused, like utterly confused by the question.

"I am told you only surviving family you have is your grandmother." He replied softly as I felt nauseous at the overwhelming emotion the statement caused within me.

"My grandmother is dead." I deadpanned seriously as the woman gasp in shock "She has been for over a decade at this point. So, where the fuck is my sister?"

"Liberty" The woman said seriously forcing me to look at her "I get that you are confused. You were in a bad car accident. Your father and mother along with your siblings, Jason, and Amber, were with you when it happened. I know it is really hard, that it is traumatic, losing them. But I am here. I am not dead."

"I wasn't in a car accident. I was hurt on deployment, so if someone doesn't tell me where my sister is I am going to flip out" I replied a little harshly but what the fuck was going on that they didn't know my sister, someone doesn't just disappear.

"Liberty, you do not know a Kelly. At least, you don't have a sister by that name." She said seriously as I shook from the anger of it.

"You aren't my grandmother; she knew my sister very well. Stop pretending to be her! Even if you were a fucking ghost, you would know who Kelly is. Just who the hell are you?" I questioned in anger, panic, pain, and confusion.

That woman didn't say anything just looked to the doctor crying. Why the fuck was she crying? I was the one that was dead with people that didn't seem to realize they were dead or surrounded by people that didn't know my own life. Being dead doesn't change your life story, right? If she were my grandmother, she would know why Kelly and Megan were a part of my life. This woman couldn't be her. I really didn't understand any of this.

"It is possible that she lost her memory." He explained with a frown looking at me in concern "Despite there being no signs of a concussion or any physical aliment to cause it. However, I will have scans taken to ensure something was not overlooked."

"No." I replied narrowing my eyes at him "I am not confused. I remember everything. I don't know what you are trying to pull here, but I know that I haven't forgotten a thing."

"Liberty" My grandmother said seriously as I shook my head.

"Just leave me alone." I growled out seriously glaring harshly at the imposter "You can't be my Grandma GG. I don't know what is going on, but I know that."

"Virginia, I will get you when I run some tests. Your shift is beginning soon?" He questioned Virginia as she nodded "Perhaps some space with help Liberty adjust."

"I will check on you later." Virginia said with tears in her eyes attempting to hug me as I tensed shaking my head pulling away knowing that I didn't want this woman touching me anymore.

"I will put the order for the scans." He commented turning to me with golden eyes, which is a little strange.

"There is nothing wrong with me." I stated seriously wondering what was going on, why was he looking at me like I was insane?

"Then just allow them to be done to ensure that." He said softly as I sighed deeply nodding in agreement "Someone will be up to get you shortly."

~Time Lapse

I frowned in confusion sliding to the floor in a bathroom located in an empty room. I had finally managed to lose the nurse that was in charge of me. I couldn't quite grasp what was happening to me. I hated the tests they had been running on me. It was clear that the people were friends with the woman that was in my room when I woke up. They were all looking at me confused and concerned as if I were insane. If one more person told me that I just didn't remember, I might go mental. I put my head in my hands briefly wondering if they were right in a way, none of this made sense.

I sighed before drawing in a deep breath. If I wasn't dead, then what was happening to me? I could be in a coma. I knew being that close to what had to be an explosion that was rigged to take out an entire building would have resulted in a lot of injuries. However, I didn't feel like I was injured anymore.

Sure, I was sore as hell still. But I could move without restriction. So, it was possible that the feeling of confusion and haze were coming from being in a coma and the meds they were providing in Germany? This didn't seem like the German hospitals that I have been in before. It honestly didn't seem like any hospital I had been in before. Where was I then?

I flinched as I heard pounding on the door. I thought it would have taken longer for someone to find me. I stood feeling an arrow hit me as I caught my reflection in the mirror. I gasped in shock, stumbling back hitting something solid. The only thing I could focus on was, how was I staring at her?

"No" I mumbled in disbelief staring at the face, one that haunted me "no, no, no."

I felt all the strength leave my body as I lost my balance and hit the floor, hit my knees. I could only feel the overwhelming despair and panic. How was this possible? This wasn't possible. It just couldn't be possible. How the fuck was the face staring back at me a teenager? How the fuck was the face that was a haunting reminder of a time that tormented me in the mirror as my reflection? Had my mind finally broken from everything and made me completely insane?

"Miss, you need to breath." A soft feminine voice sounded as hands grabbed me "Breath."

"I can't" I managed to say through the shock and confusion that had made my lung cave in on themselves.

"You need to calm down, try to take a deep breath." The woman directed as my vision blurred from the lack of air.

I would breathe if I were fucking could. My chest burned as my head spun. It was too much. Everything was too much to process. Breathing was fucking impossible when I wasn't even sure if I was alive or in a twisted dream, or I was possibly crazy. How? How was I a fucking teenager again?

"She is having a panic attack." The voice said seriously.

No shit Sherlock, of course I was having a panic attack. I am fairly sure I am actually dying. This wasn't heaven, this was hell. I flinched when felt something sharp stick my neck. Before I could comprehend what was going on something was forced on my face and then the safety of my own mind took me. This time I welcomed the darkness readily without a struggle.

- Time Lapse

The next time I was awake I was clearly medicated. It made it harder to concentrate on anything but the feeling of the oxygen mask on my face. I looked to the side seeing the woman asleep in the chair. I couldn't call her my grandmother.

"She has been here all day, refusing to leave your side." A male explained gaining my attention to see the doctor from before there staring at me with soft eyes. "she has been overly concerned about you. I am pleased to see you are calmer now, I am Doctor Cullen."

"Where am I?" I questioned my throat burning at the action.

"You are at Forks Hospital. Your grandmother had you transferred here from Texas after the clearly you stable to be moved closer to her." He explained as I glanced at the woman seeing she was now awake and aware that I was as well.

"Carlisle?" She said in glancing at me in concern before looking at him with hope that made me sick to my stomach.

"I was just about to explain that the scans are clean. There is no physical reason for Liberty's memory loss. I believe it may be from the trauma and in time those memories should return." He explained, causing me to flinch. My memory was fine despite me going insane.

"I don't know how many times I have to say it! I remember fine!" I said in anger because I was tired of saying it and of them not understanding that something was very wrong here.

"Liberty!" Virginia stated sternly as I narrowed my eyes at her "Be nice to Doctor Cullen, he pulled a lot of strings for me to be able to bring you here."

"Fine." I replied seriously tired of arguing the point glancing at the doctor "Sorry."

"What do we do until then?" The woman asked with tears in her eyes.

"Allow her to rest." He commented honestly "The less stress she has, the more likely she will remember sooner rather than later."

While in a normal situation, that may be true. I knew that this was about as far from normal as a situation can get. The doctor seemed to wisely sense that I was done with this conversation. He gave me a sad look nodding before continuing to speak to the woman, Virginia, as if I were not in the room.

"I shall be heading out now. Please, feel free to have them page me if anything occurs." He directed her as she nodded in understanding "For what it is worth, it has been a pleasure meeting you, Liberty. Your grandmother speaks very highly of you."

"Sure." I said fighting the urge to roll my eyes, this woman didn't know me at all.

"Goodnight, Carlisle." She said giving me a stern look causing me to sigh.

"Goodnight, Doctor Cullen." I said not really caring too as he seemed to stare at me a little amused over it.

"Rest well." He said nodding as he stepped from the room as the woman turned to me as I fought the urge to flinch at the look, soft and full of hope. I wasn't whoever she thought I was.

"You should go home." I stated seriously forcing myself to soften when she flinched at the statement "Those chairs are not comfortable, you work here, and you don't need to be sleeping here as well. I am fine."

"Are you sure?" she questioned as I nodded before she smiled as if sensing I need space before I tensed when she approached kissing my forehead "Get some rest dear, I will return in the morning."

I nodded, not really able to speak, overwhelmed by such a small action. I may not know who this woman was, but I missed my grandmother deeply. She even smelled like her. I felt tears gathering as soon as I was alone. I keep taking deep breaths trying not to spiral again. The nurse looked at me in concern as she walked into the room. Luckily, she said nothing as she checked my stats before leaving.

I tried and failed to wrap my mind around my situation. The only thing that made any sense at all was this was all in my head. I would wake up in Germany with my sister threatening to kill me for worrying her. Where was she? Was she okay? Was she taken or missing, and this was an attempt to keep me from worrying? Telling me that I didn't have a sister named Kelly didn't seem like a wise way to do that.

Kelly wasn't here, I had to find out why and where she was. I frowned thinking over some of the other things that stuck to me. Virginia stated that my father died in the accident. If I was already sixteen, then he lived an additional eight years. He didn't even die in combat, but in a fucking car accident. Which meant that my mother didn't become an alcoholic. I doubt my own sanity for a moment wondering if I had somehow managed to rewrite my memories. It would have prevented that I remember her becoming towards me after his death.

Strangely, it fascinated me. The thought of how different my life would have been if my father had lived. My mother would have been sober. She would be that person from my early childhood instead of the monster I remembered her becoming. But with my father alive it would mean that my stepfather never became part of my life either. He was the worst kind of monster that someone could be. But even then, there is too much darkness to really be made up. I had survived so many things. I couldn't even picture myself without the struggle to survive all those years.

I moved the blanket, finding a long scar that ran up my leg. I took a shaky breath recognizing it as the one that I received on my first tour. I had almost lost my leg and it amazed the doctors at the time that I was able to walk after that. I took another breath as I moved the gown, finding a small scar from a bullet wound. I reassured myself of my own memories knowing that this one was from the time I almost bled to death in the middle of nowhere in Iran. I shook slightly as I ran my hand across the slightly burn scarring from the horrible experience when I was just thirteen.

My eyes lifted my wrist staring at the tattoo 'De oppresso liber.' A Latin saying of the armed forces that meant to free the oppressed. It was an important tattoo that I got with the only best friend that I have ever had. I drew in a deep breath at the sight of it. Between the scars and the tattoo, I was reassured that my memories were real. It was the life that I had survived, and it was mine, despite what I was being told.

My hand went to my neck finding it bare. The lack of tags caused me to panic for a moment. My dog tags had been on my neck since I was eighteen years old, since my enlistment. I knew I would never take them off willingly. I knew that doctors rarely removed them unless they were in the way. It was a crucial step of verification and identification in the field. It wasn't even so much mine missing that caused more panic. It was his tags missing that made me want to disappear. I had worn those without fail for three years and they belonged to someone extremely important to me.

The other important thing that I could not ignore was that I was a teenager again. This was something I never ever would have wished for. So, why was I a teenager again? I didn't know my exact age, but I was guessing that I was sixteen or seventeen. That was not a happy time in my life. It wasn't the worst time period in my past, but I never wanted to relive it. At this age, I lost all faith in myself and life in general. I wondered if that pointed more towards me being in a coma. It was possible that my mind was tricking me into a time when I was so confused and panicked over life.

Then I recalled another detail that I had overlooked in my attempt to get them to understand that I had my memories. The doctor's name was Carlisle Cullen. I was in Forks. I knew there was that conversation about Twilight before I went into the building. In fact, it was the last thing I overheard. So, was it possible that this was all a figment of my own imagination as my mind was attempting to keep me alive?

I doubted that though, simply because I have been there before. I have had plenty of near-death experiences. I was a walking miracle for more than half of my life. I knew what it was like to come so close to death that you can talk to the dead. When I was seventeen, I should have died. I didn't talk to my grandmother during that experience. So why would this time be so different in comparison to every other time?

I sighed looking at the clock noticing how late it was. I was exhausted, both physically, and emotionally, from everything that was around me. I laid back down praying that the next time I opened my eyes that things would finally be normal. If it wasn't then I needed to figure out what was going on and how to fix it.

~Time Lapse

The next morning, I was awoken by yet another thing that I didn't want to deal with. Virginia had arrived right as the sun was rising. I was just debating, leaving the hospital all together feeling restless after so many years running at dawn. She smiled at me taking a seat with a large bag.

"Good morning, Liberty" She said softly reaching in the bag "I brought some photo albums for you. I thought they might help you remember"

My eyes widened as she gave the first book to me. I didn't have photo albums. Hell, I was barely ever included in photos in general. At least, not from the time I was eight years old. I shallowed preparing myself for what I would see as I opened the book.

"This one is from last summer, when you guys went on Vacation." Virginia explained as I looked at the picture.

I felt so many emotions staring at the first page alone. It was a family picture, with me smiling brightly. My father with his arms around me laughing. The same eyes as mine shining with happiness. I couldn't help but look at the girl though. She seemed so incredibly happy, so unburdened by hardships. I didn't see me when I stared at her.

"You two were always so close, two peas in a pond." Virginia stated in a whisper "Your father was very protective of you, of his little girl."

I flipped a few pages taking in the happy family. I wondered how any of this could be possible. This girl had the same face, but she wasn't me. I knew that I was happy, but I hadn't been able to smile like this girl in a long time. I wondered if that was the problem, that she wasn't me. Or more like I wasn't her. Wasn't it possible that it wasn't a dream but another realm or some shit like that?

"Can you tell me about her?" I whispered, needing to understand, to confirm the fears I was having about the situation I might be in.

I glanced up from the picture when she didn't say anything to find her staring at me with sadness. I suddenly realized how I sounded to her. I looked just like her granddaughter just as she looked just like my grandmother. But this girl couldn't be me, she was all her own. She had a life that was full of love and happiness, something that I knew nothing about.

"Please?" I said softly glancing back at her.

"You were very happy" She attempted as I looked at her shaking my head.

"She isn't me" I said seriously but as soft as possible, pleading for her to understand.

"She was a happy teenager, full of life." She said after a moment tear in her eyes "She was a cheerleader, has been since she started high school. She had this smile that lit up a room and was always about to cheer up her friends."

I nodded as I glanced at the next page, finding pictures from a camping trip. I saw a picture of the girl and her mother. It looked like they were eating smores. I couldn't recall ever eating one of those before. I didn't remember my mother looking at me with the softness this woman was looking at her daughter.

"She was smart, taught herself how to play the violin when she was ten." Virginia continues as I flinched slightly "She drove the others crazy, but she was rather talented."

I recalled staring flipping through a few more pages how at ten I was barely surviving my own torment. This girl was teaching herself how to play violin when I could barely remember to breathe through the pain at that age. I saw her in sundresses, something I wouldn't have worn. I had to be sure to cover bruises and wearing dresses back then would have defeated that purpose.

"She was close to her siblings, adored being there for her little sister. Amber always wanted to be just like her" She whispered, and I could hear the light sobs when she paused.

My focus remained on the picture of the two girls, standing in some type of line smiling brightly while hugging. I saw they were at some sort of amusement park. She was close to her family, and they clearly loved her as well. She had a life, a happy carefree life. I shallowed thickly at that thought, she was everything I was unable to be. She had everything I never could ever see having. So why was I here and she wasn't?

I glanced at the woman that was clearly missing her as well. I knew better than to try to be this girl. This Liberty had a lightness to her that I just couldn't hold. I knew that I couldn't compare myself to her. The Liberty she was missing was simply different. I had lived a different life and it meant that I had different strengths. Just because we wore the same face didn't mean I could pretend to be her.

I sighed glancing at the pictures knowing that it also wouldn't be fair to her. If I was really here in her world, then she had either died or ended up in mind. I really hope she wasn't thrust into the life of a soldier when she had such a happy life. But I knew that I couldn't say that to this woman, she would just either keep pushing or worse commit me to an institution. I would have to do the only thing that was an option at this point, I would have to play a part.

"I am sorry." I said softly as she looked at me with hope "I know you don't understand, but this isn't what I remember. I don't remember this as my life. I know I can't be her."

"Oh dear" She stated moving towards me touching my face "All that matters is you are alive; I will help you in any way I can. I know it is confusion, losing them and your memories, but it will be okay."

I nodded knowing that this was the situation, I had to play a part until I could either get home or find another way to adjust. I glance at the girl in the photo hating that I was here instead of her. She deserved to live a long and happy life; it was something that I would never have had myself. I hated that the only thing that truly made sense was I was in another realm, taking the place of a perfectly happy girl, and quite possibly finding myself in a town with storybook characters. I hoped the last thing was wrong.