Memories flooded my mind. Unwanted memories, things I didn't want to remember. I closed my eyes. I never knew Hell, as often as I always said I did, until now, where I am stuck in the one place I would give anything to not be in. a place I knew so well, even though I haven't been here in five years, four months, and six days--not that I counted.

If you're in so much pain, why don't you just leave?

I had said that five years ago. After my first love and I broke up and he became all weird, I said that to him.

But why don't I take my own advice? I mean, the Cullens are not going to miss me. I already know for a fact Edward won't. When I was coming upstairs, I had my hand on the staircase and I knew of the conversation he had with a small woman with caramel colored hair.

"I don't want them here," Edward had said. He stood in the kitchen with a woman, who looked up at him with a motherly love.

"Oh, Edward, give them a chance." That was spoken in the woman's mind, though. "They don't appear to be that bad."

"How do we know? We don't know them? What if they try to go after Bella like the last nomads we met?" he snapped, his anger rising.

"Not every vampire we meet is going to try to kill Bella. Besides, Alice didn't see anything harmful about them."

"About the older two!" he near yelled. "She hasn't seen anything about that younger one; the girl, Misae! Every vision she has had has come up with nothing!"

"That doesn't mean she's bad, Edward."

"It must mean something. Esme," he dropped his voice and took a step closer to her, "you haven't seen her or heard her thoughts. There's something different about her. She has a power, I just don't know what. She can hear thoughts, but not everybody's. I don't understand it. But her thoughts, though. Esme, she talks about how much pain she's in and five years and how she doesn't want to be here. Something is wrong with her."

"I'm sure it's nothing, Edward. You're just becoming paranoid."

"Am I?" he snapped at her. Then, he turned on his heel and ran out of the room.

"Edward!" Esme, the woman, yelled for him. But, he didn't respond. He left, running right out the front door.

Obviously he doesn't want me here. Do the others? That Alice girl he mentioned, the one with the visions, probably doesn't if she couldn't see anything about me, whatever that meant. Carlisle doesn't seem to mind, but he seems too nice to say otherwise. Rosalie and Jasper are never around, nor is Emmett.

But why do any of these people matter? I don't care about them. I just want out of here!

Adelaide slipped through the door, walking on tiptoes. "Hey, sweetie," she whispered. She sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my back. "How are you doing?"

I responded by burying my face in my arms.

"We'll leave soon, sweetie. Don't worry. We just don't want to be rude after the Cullens have offered their hospitality to us."

I snarled. "I don't care about their hospitality."

"Shh, I know you don't mean that."

"Yes, I do, Adelaide!" I yelled, shooting up. "Yes, I do!"

"Misae!" she gasped. "Shh! Keep your voice down!"

"No, I wont! Do you know why, Adelaide? Because I don't give a damn what they think! They already think I'm insane! Let them think that! I don't care!" It took me a moment to calm down, to catch my breath. I looked at Adelaide, her eyes saddened by my outburst. What have I done? I mumbled, "I gotta get outta here."

I sprang to my feet and ran as hard, as fast as I could down the staircase. Adelaide never called for me as Esme had called after Edward, as I left the home. I ran and ran, weaving my way through the trees that towered above me. I knew where I was going, but I had to keep myself from going to the wrong place. One foot off and I was in trouble. So much trouble. From more than just the agony I would unleash unto myself.

But, I managed to get there. I arrived without stepping out of town into the next. I stepped forward, one heavy foot in front of the other. I could feel the vibrations in every step, but I tried to ignore them. Until I stopped in front of the rock. I knelt down, closing my eyes. I raised my hand and fingered the inscriptions on the rock.

Misae Abella Whitree

2 December 1985-16 January 2001

Kwo'okit-chid, White Sun?*

"Xaxi**," I whispered breathlessly, the words escaping my lips. It sounded like a breath in the wind. As if the wind was speaking around me, for me. But, the word surprised me. I did not imagine myself reacting like this. Answering the question on my own grave. I would have assumed that by now I would be sobbing, my body thrown in a disheveled heap onto the ground before my gravestone.

Washitli tiklo'wa***. All those times I imagined myself coming home, taking a visit to my final "resting place". But, this is not how I ever imaged it to be. I only find myself longing to be in the arms of my mother and, or maybe only, the arms of my first love.

A hand touched my shoulder. I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it was. "Hello, Edward," I whispered.

He just stood there. "Are you all right?"

I fingered the words on my grave again. I ran my hand over many times before Edward said, "It's a beautiful tombstone."

I opened my eyes. It was a beautiful tombstone. My parents had paid for a nice one. The top left corner had a bright sun shine, with its rays hitting my name. The right hand corner was a crescent moon, almost as bright as the sun, however with no rays or stars to match its beauty. I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, it is."

"What does it say?"

"Kwo'okit-chid?" I asked. "It means 'where are you going'. Obviously, there was no body at the funeral. My mother probably came up with the saying." It wouldn't surprise me. Mom always said that to me, asking me where I was going whenever I went out to hike or ride my bike or something. But, she also had this idea that the soul travels to a magical world, a nice world, but she didn't know what it was. The souls that need the most help getting there, supposedly, were those whose bodies were never reunited with their family before going six feet under. Well, obviously that is what happened with me.

Edward kneeled down next to me. "Are you from Forks, Misae?"

"No," I instantly answered. "No, I'm not. I used to visit here often. I had friends in town, as did the rest of my family."

Edward looked straight into my eyes. "Are you from La Push, then?"

And then I couldn't respond for a long moment. I had no thoughts, but I couldn't respond. Finally, I could speak. "Yes."

"Ah…" He looked down. I tried to listen to the vibrations in the earth to hear what was going through his mind, but I couldn't pick out much. His mind was going to fast. All I could understand was: "Poor girl… Treaty… Never trust us… Go home… Can't… Werewolves…"

I furrowed my brow. What did all of that mean?

His head snapped up, as if I had called him. His eyes narrowed for a long moment. "Misae," he started, "what is your power?"

"Clairsentience," I began. "I can obtain knowledge through touch. It depends on what I'm searching for as to what information I receive. I may see where something is by touch the ground, I may be able to hear thoughts, I may be able to find out the entire past through one person, I may be able to learn the history of the land I'm touching on, the list is endless."

"What do you mean?"

I stood up and ran to the grave three from my own. I closed my eyes, putting my hand on the ground. "This person was male. Very old. Been buried for sixteen years, eight months, four days, seven hours, twenty-two minutes, six seconds." I ran to a grave along the edge of the graveyard. I did the same at this grave as I had the previous. "Female. She was in her fifties; died of a form of cancer. She's been buried for seven years, two months, twenty-nine days, eleven hours, eighteen minutes, and twelve seconds." I jumped to my feet and ran to a third grave. "This person was male. They were murdered at a young age. They were only buried for four days, before their body was robbed. This grave has been here for eighty-two years, nine months, one day, fifty-four minutes, and forty-seven seconds. Nobody knows the body is gone."

I looked up at Edward, who just stared at me. I ran back over to him, placing one hand on his shoulder. "Never in my life have I ever heard of a power such as this. I wonder what she was like when she was human. She must have been brilliant. But, this power is almost frightening. She can know anything and everything! Imagine if the Volturi knew about her!"

"But, they don't," I simply said. "And, I wasn't 'brilliant', per se, but thank you for the compliment. I just knew a lot. I could touch something and I knew if someone had touched it previously due to its temperature. It was something I thought was cool, my friends thought was odd, my parents thought was fake, but look where it got me."

"That is just incredible, Misae," Edward said.

"Thanks. I'm always the one that finds the food when William and Adelaide and I go hunting. I just touch the ground and I can find where food of some sort is. Of course, I occasionally find humans, which is a joke among the three of us."

Edward's eyes widened in shock, then worry. "Bella…"

Then, every thought of his about her was now mine. I saw everything. I knew everything. How they had met, his feelings towards her from the start, how he hated her, how he left for Alaska to escape her, how he couldn't not be around her, how they loved each other, how nomads tried to kill her and how he wanted to desperately destroy them, how as she died he fought to keep her alive, how their love survived her near death and the summer, how seeing that cast on her leg made him feel more hatred than he had ever felt for that nomad, how he loved the taste of her lips on his, how the scent of her enveloped him, how he laughed when Charlie made them go fishing with him and she fell in the lake, how seeing her made him feel, but how he left her, how he missed her but knew this was the "right thing to do", how he searched for that one remaining nomad in vengeance, how his world came down when Rosalie delivered the news she was dead, how he mourned, how he tried to kill himself through the Volturi, how she just managed to save him, how they escaped the Volturi with their lives, how grateful he was to have her back in his arms, how long they argued for over a wedding, how he vowed he was never going to leave her again.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"You saw everything," he accused.

I nodded. "I'm not going to kill her. I promise you, Edward, I will not hurt her. But, who is she?"

"Bella Swan. Chief Swan's daughter."

Chief Swan sounded familiar. "I think my dad knew him. Not well, but maybe a little."

"Would you like to meet her?"

What? He was asking me to meet her? Well, obviously, he was taking back what he said earlier to Esme about me. But, why not? I want him to trust me. "Yes, I would."

Edward jumped to his feet. "Follow me." Then, he sprinted--he was fast. But, I could keep up; thank God for all those years of track at the middle school and high school. He led me through the town, until we reached a small home. We came out from the woods, walking up to the house, which was quite miniscule compared to Edward's. He knocked on the door.

A girl answered and immediately, Edward smiled. She was kind of plain Jane. She had long, dark brown hair that could use a comb and deep chocolate eyes. She was pale, pale enough for Forks definitely. I recognized her from that daydream of Edward's; she was on the tape that Alice and Jasper had been watching. "Hey," she said, her eyes brightening at the sight of him.

Edward cupped her chin in his hands, bringing her lips to his. How cute. Although I meant that both literal and satirical. The memory of my own first kiss flooded my mind.

"Misae!"

I looked around the tree, a smile creeping across my face. I couldn't help but release a giggle, as I kneeled down.

"Misae! Come on! This isn't funny!"

I had to; I had to laugh silently. He was never going to find me. I wouldn't let him. Not that I needed to worry. He never could.

"Aw, come on, Misae! Enough of this already!"

I rolled my eyes. Time to come out. I jumped up and came around the tree. His back was to me. He walked forward, still calling my name. I smiled. I pranced right up behind him, keeping as quiet as possible. He didn't even notice for a while, until I tapped him on the shoulder.

He jumped, turning to face me. Relief flushed over his face. "Thank goodness," he murmured. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. I could feel the warmth of his body against my own. "I hate it when you do that."

"Oh, you know you love it."

He cupped my chin with both of his hands. "But then I can't see this beautiful face." And then, he lowered his lips to mine in a delicate kiss.

"Bella," said Edward, "this is Misae Whitree. She's nomadic and is staying with us for a bit."

"Um…hi…," she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hi."

"Misae's from La Push. She lived here a couple years ago."

Bella's eyes lowered.

"You haven't heard anything?" Edward asked.

She shook her head. "No, Jake still isn't talking to me."

"Jake?" I couldn't help but ask.

She nodded. "My friend from La Push. He's mad at me."

"Who?"

"Jacob Black."

*Quileute for "Where are you going, White Sun?"; the name "Misae" means "White Sun". NOTE: due to my inability to write the certain characters used in the Quileute language on the computer, I had to remove certain accents that would be used in the phrase.

**Quileute for "Here".

***Quileute for "I'm going crazy!"