Spoilers: There may be small spoilers from all of the books.

Disclaimer-I do not own Twilight...that honor belongs to Stephine Myer.

Chapter 3

I was speechless. I couldn't find any words to say to comfort Edward, to make him feel better, nothing.

"I'm just going to...step outside for a second." Edward said, rising up of the bed, but not before gently kissing my cheek.

As soon as his figure was out of sight I sighed, and took the other journal out of the cloth. I figured I'd look inside it, just at one of the pages. See if I could uncover one more thing. Maybe having pictures as evidence would trigger something in Edward's mind.

This journal, as I expected...didn't seem to contain as much as the other. I knew that in Edward's time...pictures would have been rare, and expensive. Nonetheless, the journal was at least half way full. I noticed as I quickly flipped through the pages, just to take a quick glance, that many of the pictures appeared to have been cut out of newspapers.

I looked behind me out of Edward's window, to see he was walking around outside in the shower of rain, his head down, his pace slow.

I turned my focus back to the first page in the journal, and took out a folded picture, from a newspaper, I assumed, and unfolded it carefully.

The picture I held was of a beautiful women, with the same facial features that Edward seemed to still have. She was standing by a flower garden, and was wearing a very plain looking sundress. A dog was laying at her feet, looking directly at the camera.

I gently laid the picture down beside me on the bed, and traced my fingers along Edward's elegant script on the page as I read.

This picture was from last summer, when my mother won first place for her flower garden. Mother loves flowers, and the outdoors. She was overwhelmed when she found out she won, and that's why her picture was in the paper. My dog, Violet, a collie, is also in the picture with her. I got Violet for a Christmas present several years ago. Father says a boy needs two things...a good women and a good dog.

That was all Edward had written on the worn page describing the picture of his beautiful mother. I was going to go ahead and look at the next page, when I heard Edward's gentle footsteps coming down the hall. I quickly shut the journal, but didn't bother to move it from where it rested on my lap.

He looked at me sitting there on the bed, and shook his head smiling, as he whispered. "Bella."

"What?"

"You just couldn't keep your hands off of them...could you?"

I smiled a little as well. "I was curious."

He came and took his spot beside me on the bed.

"What did you find?"

"This." I said...handing him the picture that I had neglected to tuck back into the pages of the journal.

Edward took the picture in his cold, slightly shaky hands, and studied it.

"What did I say about this?"

"That's your mom, when she won a prize for her flower garden. That's your dog in the picture with her...Violet."

"I do recognize my mother...now that I see this picture." He said.

"You do?" I asked him, almost wanting to hug him at the fact that he remembered something.

"Yes." He said. "I'm almost positive."

"What about your dog?"

"I never knew I had a dog."

"Oh." Was all I managed to say.

"Get the other one...the one we were looking at earlier...without the pictures."

I reached over on his bedside table, and pulled the other journal off of the cloth. I coughed as dust flew everywhere.

"Where did Carslie ever get this cloth?" I exclaimed, sticking my face inside my shirt for some fresh air.

Edward chuckled as he placed the picture back inside the journal in my lap, and took the other one from my hands.

I coughed once more and shook my head as I put my shirt back down.

Edward turned the journal to the page we had left off on...and without even asking me, continued to read aloud.

January 10th-Age 14

The roof is still not repaired. I may be sleeping in the kitchen for the rest of the winter. It's not near as cold downstairs as it was in my room. It has still continued snowing.

He stopped there.

"That's all?"

"Apparently...I must not have had anything better to write about that day."

I moved closer to Edward, and gently rested my head on his shoulder.

I don't know how long we sat there, but Edward probably read through the pages of his life for almost half an hour. Still nothing else had seemed to trigger any memories in his mind that wanted so badly to remember.

When Edward finished reading an entry he had made in mid-March, describing the amount of rainfall they had received, he looked over at me and gently kissed my forehead.

"Am I boring you love?"

"No...I actually find this interesting."

He smiled, kissing my forehead again. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" I asked as I moved my head off of his shoulder.

"Carslie's home...I'd like to talk to him for a moment."

I nodded, and without another word, Edward excited the room.

I turned the pages on the journal and started reading to myself, when I gasped in shock, my hand flying to my mouth as an instinctive reaction.

April 2-Age 14

Our house was burned to the ground.

Two days ago, my mother and I took Violet for a walk. It was a nice day, and mother said the fresh spring air would do me good. Father was at work. While we were on our way home, it started to storm. My mother and I ran to my Aunt Sara's house, and my mother and her talked for about an hour, while I sat by the fire place to warm up. Soon enough, the storm passed...it was just a simple spring shower. We walked back home, only to see our entire house in flames.

My mother automatically panicked...there were so many possessions in the house that she would be devastated to loose. At the time, the upstairs was the only part of the house ablaze. Without really thinking, or using common sense, I dashed inside, not even bothering to close the front door as I ran into the kitchen. I could already see the fire coming down the stairway, just waiting to take me with it. I ran to the table, where my two journals set, and picked them up, along with mother's crystal vase that her mother had given her. The smell of smoke was overwhelming, and I knew I had very little time. I ran back out the door, stopping only momentarily to grab Violet's tennis ball and Father's good coat.

I came back to find my mother standing right where I left her. When she saw that I was holding her vase in my arms, she started crying, and hugged me tight. If it had been any other moment, I would have complained, but then was not the time.

All we had was a vase, my journals, a tennis ball, Violet and her leash, Dad's jacket, and the clothes on our backs. Nothing else was saved.

We are now living with my Aunt Sara. She's my father's older sister. Her husband died last year, so she lives with her youngest daughter Karen. Her oldest daughter, Carol, is 19, and was married last year. Karen is a year older than me.

My mother and father are sleeping in my Aunt Sara's room, while she sleeps upstairs with Karen. I have a makeshift bed in the sitting room, made of quilts.

Father says he will try to see if we can get a new house up, but he says it may not happen.

I starred at the page in shock, shaking my head. I couldn't believe the words I had just read. I wanted to look back at the page and see a much happier entry. Even the entries Edward had written, describing how much precipitation they had received that day was much better than this.

It didn't take me long to realize I wasn't alone. I hadn't noticed Edward sit down beside me, being so deeply in a state of shock.

"Wow...Edward."

When he said nothing...I was wondering whether he felt the same as me.

"Why wouldn't I remember that?"

"You don't remember?"

"I remember Carslie telling me I had an Aunt Sara...and two cousins...but...I never remember my house burning."

"I wonder..." I said...almost to myself, reaching over to grab the other journal.

Edward looked at me, confusion being the obvious expression presented on his face.

I turned through the pages...and stopped at one that was dated April 2nd...and pulled out another folded picture.

I saw exactly what I was expecting. The picture I held showed nothing but ruins in the place of the house I had seen in the picture of Edward's mother...Elizabeth.

Edward snatched the picture from my hands, and I didn't even bother protesting, as I scanned the writing on the page that was meant to describe the newspaper clipping inside its binding.

This is a picture of my house, after the fire was put out. Nothing was left but ashes. This picture was in the newspaper today.

I looked over at Edward, who handed me the picture back.

I gently set it inside the pages of the journal, and closed the cover, starring at it.

Edward coughed. "I think we've both learned enough today."

I nodded, as he took the journal I held and set it back on his bedside table.

"Come on." He said, pulling me up off the bed, and onto my feet. My legs were shaking at an uncontrollable rate, and I almost fell into Edward as I tried to step forward.

He caught me, and helped me back up.

"We'll go to the mall, or see a movie or something...anything...just to get away for awhile..alright?" He said.

But I didn't hear anything he said. The words he spoke sounded like distant humming in the background. I merely nodded, having no idea what I was agreeing to.

He put his arm around me, and I managed to regain my balance as I walked.

However, I couldn't help looking over my shoulder, at the two leather journals that sat on the table beside Edward's bed.

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