A/n: so last chapter I got an interesting question from one of my reviewers. And now I'm here to answer it. What is the purpose of this story? Well, it's a tragic love story, that's what it is. The purpose is to have tragedy, love and humor all wrapped up in one.

I never intended to use the summary for the story in the actual story, but I started writing this chapter and it just seemed to fit. I tweaked it so it was longer and more explained, but I think it fits.

Sorry for the short chapter. You'll get over it.

"It's been a long day living with this, It's been a long time since I felt so sick…I used to long for time alone I used to long for a place of my own and I'm losing faith in everything…" – Mercy Me, Alkaline Trio.

I went to say a permanent goodbye to Charlie the next morning. I knew he wouldn't be able to respond or ever know that I said bye, but at least I would have some kind of closure. And that's exactly what I needed right now.

When I arrived at my house, my father had removed any and every kind of reminder of me. All the school pictures that were on the mantel in the living room were now shoved underneath the bed in my former bedroom. Charlie replaced the doorknob with one that had a lock, and locked the room the inside so he could never enter unless he took the effort to find the key. But we both knew he would never have the energy or desire to do so.

He was pretty much a comatose patient in his bedroom. A man from La Push – Billy Black, I assumed – had brought his son over to take care of him. His name was Jacob and for some reason I thought I should know this kid, but he wasn't very familiar to me. I silently thanked him for caring for Charlie. I was forever grateful.

I didn't know how I could still cry, but I could. And I was sobbing when I sat across from my father on his bed and told him I wouldn't be coming back. But I told him I would be alright, and he shouldn't worry about me anymore. I was in a place where nothing could hurt me. I was safe.

I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or me but I eventually got ahold of myself and left. For good this time.

I quickly went to check up on my mother, who was on a flight from Florida to Seattle. She was doing better than Charlie, which surprised me. Maybe she was just suppressing everything like she usually did. I think that's where I got it from. My mother and I tend to suppress unpleasant things.

I comforted her to the best of my ability, but that wasn't much. I at least tried, though. I had to give myself credit for that.

Everything was so depressing lately. I wanted something that would cheer me up, but I didn't know how to go about that. The only thing that would really cheer me up was if I was alive and I definitely wasn't getting my life back any time soon.

Of course, watching Edward mope and be all depressed wasn't helping matters. It was slightly disturbing how much my death affected him. The strangest thing was, was it was only my death that mattered. He didn't even think twice about the others he killed. It was like there was something about me that made me different. I was determined to find out exactly what that was.

I watched in silence as the Cullen clan said goodbye to yet another home. I could tell they were truly saddened to leave. It made me feel even more guilty because it was my fault they were leaving.

But now that I thought of it, I didn't know exactly why I was feeling guilty. Or why I was staying with the man that murdered me. Why was I being so calm about this? It was almost like my death didn't matter; like I was meant to die and I had accepted it right off the bat. But that's exactly how it was.

My death, in my eyes, was completely acceptable under the circumstances. There was no way I could have know that Edward would kill me that day. It just something that happened. Like tripping on a crack in the concrete, or missing the game winning goal in gym. He had no control. He killed me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. There was no reason to dwell. I just had to move forward.

As the Cullen's slowly, one by one, turned around and headed to their cars, they all stole glances at Edward. All were sad, disappointed. All except Rosalie, she was still seething. I would probably never understand that girl.

Edward stayed, standing by the front steps of the massive mansion.

"Edward, we're leaving," Alice called.

"I'm coming," he whispered, taking one last look at his home. He walked as slowly as he could to Volvo and got in.

I sat beside Edward on the entire trip. If I were alive I would have been screaming at him to slow the hell down. Well, actually, I still was. This guy drove like a NASCAR driver.

We arrived in Denali shortly after sunrise the next morning. Edward followed the line of cars that held his family members up a drive to a large white house in the middle of the forest. It was much like the house in Forks – well, only with the seclusion and the white.

I trailed behind as everyone walked up to the front door where they were greeted by another group of vampires. I came to know the group of five as Carmen, Eleazar, Tanya, Kate and Irina.

I really didn't know what to do with myself after the cars were unloaded and everyone was settled, so I just sat in Edward's bedroom and stared at him. There wasn't much else I could do.