Hello! Sorry it took so long!! You should know by now that 1) I take long to update 2) I like writing about Bella and writing the story in her point of view and 3) I don't put much Edward!! Ugh!!! I know!!! I'm a horrible team Edward supporter!! But don't worry in future chapters he will show up and be more in the picture…..

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Disappeared.

Missing.

Lost.

……Gone.

Anything but this….

Living in a world like this where it is almost certain that if you do not make your mark in society somehow, somewhere, you will easily be passed aside as one of the insignificant dead.

No one will hear of you. No one will speak of you. No one will care of you.

Simple as that.

Maybe your "loved ones" will remember, but what happens when they die?

Will they tell their children of the wonderful walks beside the lake? Will they laugh at the silly arguments you had together? Will they cry when you tell them of the first heartbreak?

Will they even listen to your ramblings?

The answer to these questions is uncertain.

I care for my father deeply but……

I don't think I will be able to keep him from being forgotten……

It's the same for my mother…….

But there is one thing that I can do…..

And that is feel……

Feel for them….

For those they touched….

For their unfinished business…..

……but maybe that's just pity…..

The voices continued swirling around me as sentences and phrases passed by me.

At first I thought it was just my imagination or my subconscious playing tricks with me. But that wasn't the case.

The room where I thought I had been alone, was now full with a number of people. Some I remembered, others I had just seen a few days before, and the rest were fuzzy for me to recognize.

I was in a church near Phoenix Cemetery. It was a cloudy day in Phoenix which was pretty strange knowing that Phoenix was practically always sunny.

Today they were going to bury Charlie. My daddy…

I was just starting to think about every moment of my life that I remember sharing with Charlie, when I a large round woman in a long black dress that went to her ankles snapped me out of my reverie.

"Oh Isabella! You must be so heartbroken!" she gushed.

Well, obviously you idiot. He is my father.

"Its Bella and yes it has been very hard, very hard indeed." I said.

Now I recognized her. She was my Nanny from long ago when I was barely walking.

She gave me a tight hug and scurried away.

I was remembering how I had reacted when they took me to his body…..or what was left of it.

What is happening? Oh that's right, Jake is trying to pull my strings and is now trying to sell me some sick story of my father's death.

I'm being lifted. That's right I can't move.

"Bella?"

"Hmm?"

"Its Jacob, can you hear me?"

"Yes and this isn't funny Jacob Black… Charlie is out hunting."

Jacob just sighed and set me down on a white-tiled floor. I looked around and saw that I was standing in a dimly lit hallway that looked like it'd go on forever.

"Where are we Jake?" I asked impatiently.

"The morgue." he croaked out.

I stared at him wide eyed for a moment, then laughed loudly. "Jake stop fucking around!"

He suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders tightly and forced me to stop laughing and look into his eyes.

"Bella, you stop fucking around. Stop being in denial and come with me to pay our respects to your deceased father." he said gravely, "…please."

I figured he was insane and since I'm only fifteen, I didn't want to die anytime soon, let alone be murdered. So I followed him down the hall.

He lead me to two doors that opened on either side at the end of the hallway. Before opening one he turned and looked down at me mumbling an apology that I couldn't hear.

He opened the door and a loud noise came out of it that sounded like the whooshing of air. It was apparent that the door was airtight until now.

But that's not what stopped me. A large gust of foul, reeking air assaulted my nostrils as the door swung opened.

It smelled dark, sad, and maybe a little pitiful. I knew immediately what it was…..it was the wretched aroma of death.

Jake urged me to go forward and I reluctantly did. There were a bunch of file cabinets on all three sides of the room, all of them labeled and clean.

In fact the entire room was sickeningly clean, and every thing was either chrome or off-white.

There was a man in white waiting at the far side of the room. The blonde hair gave it away and I immediately knew it was Dr. Carlisle, one of the infamous Cullens. We walked towards him and he greeted us with a sad smile.

Great. The doctor is in on it too.

"Bella…" Carlisle began, "I'm so sorry."

"For what?" I asked playing dumb.

He looked at Jake then back at me.

"This is no joke, I'm afraid. Your father suffered extreme exhaustion, major blood loss, and very deep injuries."

He pulled out one of the cabinets and a shape draped in a white blanket slid out. My breath hitched when he began removing the cloth inch by inch, slowly revealing my father's cold, blue body.

I was hysterical. Laughing loudly and clutching at my stomach. Jake and Carlisle looked like they pitied me.

"Wow great joke you guys!" I said breathlessly. I turned to my father's body still laughing, "Dad, wake up. Dad you can wake up now…."

Still laughing, I got closer and yelled, "Dad! Dad wake up!!"

That's when it hit me. He really was…….

The hysterical laughter morphed to Hysterical weeping. The sobs rocked through my body make it shake violently.

Every now and then I would let out a small cry for my father, but by the winces from Jake and Carlisle, they were probably louder than I thought.

They had carried Charlie's casket half a mile to the cemetery. I, in black dress, following close behind. They were preparing the casket to be put in the earth while the pastor read phrases from the bible, every now and then throwing in Charlie, Mom, or mine names.

"…..may he find peace in the bosom of our lord….."

I pretty much tuned out the pastor the entire time watching as they lowered my father into the earth. Staring mostly at his picture and the white roses around it. He looked so happy in that picture.

I hope he finds peace…..where ever he ends up.

I didn't know that I was pretty much left alone staring at the gaping hole that held the casket.

He gone.

When I go home, he won't be there.

When I make dinner, he won't be there to eat it.

When I go out, he won't be there to question me about it.

Am I going to be alone……forever…..?

I felt light-headed. I didn't know why.

It felt strange. Like flying. For a second there I thought I was going to fly to heaven to my parents, I felt happy.

Then I got really heavy and my vision was no longer bright and blurry. It was normal and shocking.

I was going to fall into my father's grave.

At least if I die, they'll just have to burry me with my father.

I was on the edge and in air, when I suddenly felt two stony arms slink around my waist. They pulled me back to safety spinning me around in the process.

My hands stopped my face from crashing into a hard chest. I looked up to meet with two gold eyes and reddish messy hair.

"Edward." I breathed.

"Bella you really should be more careful." he said releasing me. I didn't want to.

In his arms was where I felt most safe all day.

"Bella, my family would like to speak with you. That is if you don't mind?"

"Umm, sure but could you just give me a moment?"

"Of course." but he didn't leave, he merely stepped away a few paces. That made me strangely comfortable.

I looked down again and quietly said, "Goodbye Daddy. I'll miss you. And I don't blame you for anything, you have to know that."

I turned around and nodded towards Edward not noticing that a few tears escaped. So, he walked towards me and wiped them of tenderly. His hand was cold but once it left, the places where he touched were warm.

His hand lingered on my cheek, and I raised mine up to squeeze his. He lowered our hands with his eyes glued to mine.

Our fingers interlaced and he lead me away to where the cars were parked.

I stumbled following him, but he kept saving me. We made it to his Volvo and he helped me in. He got into the driver's seat and I fumbled with my seatbelt. Seeing my struggle, he reached over me and put in my seatbelt. I blushed at our closeness, but he just stared into my eyes.

He is so mysterious sometimes. Its like he's waiting for something tohappen.

As he drove, I summed up the courage to talk to him.

"Thank you for saving me."

"No problem, couldn't have your beautiful face shaded blue instead of red now could we?"

I blushed hard.

"Your really hurt." Edward commented.

"Yes, very much." I said anyway, "Its like a part of me is gone. Not only is it dead, but its empty…..nothings there anymore."

"The only thing that is certain in life is death, guess no one thought to give words of wisdom about the certainty of the people around death."

I listened to this and felt as though he understood what I'm going through. As if he knew what it felt like to loose a part of yourself.

We arrived at a large building and around this building were the cars that were present at the funeral.

"Where are we?" I asked Edward.

"It's a Social Services Agency." he answered.

I was confused about my presence here. But followed Edward inside anyway.

Inside were a number of people some from the funeral and the others that were dressed in office clothes.

Everyone laid eyes on me once I walked through. Billy, Jake's dad waved me over to the table up front. I turned around to Edward and thanked him for the ride. Then I walked up to Billy.

"Bella the social workers here say that you can't live alone and that someone's gonna have to foster you. Since you have no relatives, your legally an orphan. So everyone came to see who can take you in. You get to choose, okay? But for right now just sit tight while we discuss who is available."

"Okay, thanks Billy." I said taking a seat by the table.

So…..I guess I'm going to have to move from our house. To a new life and a new relationships………………crap.

I listened to them argue and talk about me. I watched as children pestered, adults became worried, and teens just talked amongst themselves.

They say things like:

"She too young to get married."

"Our house is too small."

"Mommy I want candy!"

"Hush now. Can she even cook?"

"She doesn't look like Harvard material."

"She won't get along with my other kids."

"We have a young man in the house! It'll start rumors!"

"I don't want to share my room!"

They all came up with excuses and most of them were true.

Jessica lived in family of six, Mike's mother is afraid I might rape her son, and Billy still had young men in his tiny hut of a home.

I listened to these excuses, when I heard a soft beautiful voice interrupt everyone.

"We will take her in."

Everyone turned to the voice, including me.

It was Esme Cullen with Carlisle next to her.

She walked over to me and I stood politely, knowing that I had an expression of shock on my face.

She clutched my hands and said in a motherly fashion, "Bella it would make us so happy to welcome you into the family."

I just nodded dumbly, still shocked by the offer. A smile lit Esme's pale face up. She looks so young!

Carlisle walked over gave me a warm smile and then went off to walk over to Billy and the social workers. They talked for some while and I noticed Billy and Jake giving him a strange expression.

Jake stood and announced that the people in the room were able to leave now. Little by little people left. Women gave me expressions of disbelief along with the men, teenage girls gave me cold stares, and children smiled and waved at me; some of the children crying and whining that they didn't get a new sister. I'm good with kids, I know that much.

The Cullen family stayed. Emmett grinned at me, Jasper was wary, Alice was beaming, Rosalie was fuming, and Edward was blank mostly, but gave me a smirk whenever he caught me looking.

Esme sat with me, consoling me, while her husband handled all the paper work and legal stuff. She described the house that they lived in, the forest around the house, my room that she wanted to renovate, and the garden she was working on.

In a way, she reminded me of Mom. I listened as she told me how happy she was to have me. She also asked me questions like the kinds of foods I like and what my favorite colors were for my room.

This'll be interesting.

So?? Was it worth the wait or what?

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