A/N: Welcome to my second Twilight fanfic—please check it out. This one is about Bella's younger thirteen year old sister, soon to be fourteen. Her name is Vivienne Helen Swan, and this chapter was a bit too short for my own taste, I'm sure the next chapter will be soon.

IMPORTANT FOR NEW AND PREVIOUS READERS: I HAVE CHANGED THE TITLE; THE NEW TITLE IS PLATINUM, JUST TO GIVE YOU ALL A HEADS UP.

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SUMMARY: Life can be quite weird at times—that's something Vivienne Swan, Bella's younger thirteen year old sisters—soon to be fourteen—has come to terms with. Facts; she is normal, with normal, average grades, normal as can be family... that all changes when weird things like vampires and werewolves are thrown into her normal life. Nothing will ever be normal again, ever. Jacob/OC

2. TIME PASSES

NOBODY HAS EVER told me that life was easy, on the contrary, many have told me countless stories of their struggles. I find them fascinating—comparing one event to the other, or in this case—my horrifying struggle in my life, or both my sister's and I's.

As I sat there in the morning, eating my cereal as quietly as I could, I observed my older eighteen year old sister—Isabella Marie Swan. She had olive skin, with long, straight, dark brown hair, and dark chocolate brown eyes that somehow brightened in the light—making them an almost milky brown. She also had a scar, it was paler in comparison to her skin—it was oddly shaped in a crescent moon.

We were alike in a way, me sharing her olive skin tone with pink patches in my cheeks, my hair was a golden, light brown like my mom that sometimes looked blonde. Unlike my mom, mine was slightly curly, more wavy-ish though, and wide royal blue eyes—I got them from my mom, Renee, too. I obtained my mom's hair and eye color, but look like a combination of both parents (more like my dad, though), while Bella had my dad's hair and eye color, while looking exactly like my mom. I was five years younger than Bella, meaning, I was thirteen.

Bella's eyes unexpectedly met mine. I blinked several times, flushing because I was caught staring at her. Her lips slightly turned down, so I knew she was frowning. It was like this all the time now, since her boyfriend, Edward Cullen, left her.

She was like a zombie, with big, dark purple bruises under her eyes, she was getting a tad skinnier, but she still maintained her great grades in school—she's smarter than me. She was in a more advanced class when she was my age, so I carried the burden of trying to live up to her scales.

Of course I failed, but I try everyday.

My dad, Charlie Swan, chief of police of Forks, had left work already, leaving Bella and I alone.

It wasn't that I wasn't comfortable around my big sis, no, it was just, it made me want to cry just seeing her. I knew it was childish, but I hated watching my sister act like a motionless zombie all day, not speaking to either my dad and I.

Yeah, I was terrified for her.

And, all I knew at the moment, or every time I see Bella like this; is that I hate Edward Cullen, with all my life.

He did this to her—made her into this emotionless zombie, who thought the world has ended because he left—and that's a thing a hated about her. Sure, I admired her, but there are things I hated about her, loathed at times.

Ever since he left, it's as if the whole world has stopped spinning. Like the moon no longer shines on her night, or the sun doesn't shine at day—like there is no reason to live anymore. I bet, that she would even go as far as killing herself if she didn't have my dad and I.

Tears flood my eyes, so I abruptly push my chair away, stand up and empty my cereal bowl, and excuse myself.

I just couldn't watch her at the moment—not now.

But before I could leave the kitchen, she spoke, "Liv, wait." I froze, blinking back the tears several times. I didn't want her to see my tears—I hated people seeing me cry. I preferred to be 'suffer-in-silence-or-alone-type', like Bella.

"Yeah?" I asked, not turning around to face her. I just hoped my voice didn't give off any signs that I was crying.

There was a faint sigh, "I-I... I'm sorry."

Sorry? Sorry for what? "Excuse me?" I asked, watching my feet intently. I couldn't rub of the tolling shock I felt—her voice was different, in a bad way. It was dull, no life detectable in her voice. It used to be happy, caring. Now, no emotions came off of it.

New tears threatened to fall.

"I-I... I'm sorry, you know, for acting the way I am. I'm just passing a hard time in life—it'll pass." She reassured softly, her voice sad.

That was a lie. I could tell by the wavering in her tone. She knew she wasn't going to get over this—not by a long shot. The idea was selfish in her part in many ways—why get my hopes up? Even if I knew she was lying, a small, tiny part of me believed in her words.

I clenched my fist, "Don't lie to me Bella," I turned towards her and saw her flinch, "don't tell me to hold on to a thin string for my life, and expect me for it to not break! I'm... you may think you're only hurting yourself, Bella, but you're hurting me, too. I swear, I don't even know you anymore," I whispered, abruptly turning around and heading for my room upstairs.

The door slams behind me, and I locked it. I just couldn't deal with Bella at the moment.

Why bring my hopes up?

I could feel the dimming hope, my imagination getting the better of me; I imagined Bella and I laughing like the old times, her ruffling my hair up and me pouting at her.

My imagination does sometimes get the better of me.

"Stop," I command myself. This was torture—why couldn't I think of other things? More, realistic things?

There was a soft, yet firm knock on my door, "Vivienne Helen Swan, open this door." Bella tried to sound strict, but she wasn't fooling anyone—her voice was weak, dull, without emotion. It sent shivers down my spine.

The knocking didn't stop, in fact, they did a rhythm—she knew I liked knocks that had a rhythm, damn her. It was tempting to open, this had actually been the most she had acted in weeks—if only dad was here to witness this unusual event.

I, myself, even had trouble believing it.

"Liv, please, open." She begged.

But I was stubborn, "No."

"Please." Her voice was breaking.

My heart broke even more, shattering into littler pieces, my hope thinning. Her voice—it was just too selfish of me to not open it, it made me feel bad.

So, I wiped away the tears, and forced myself to make a poker face—and with one final deep breath, I opened the door to see a concerned Bella, her brown eyes hurt, in pain. That was all it took for me to hug her, envelop her almost fragile body into mine.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and sobbed into my neck.

Crack, another shatter of my heart. I paid no attention to it though, Bella was all that mattered at the moment, she was weak, in pain. I would have laughed at the situation if it were different—I was the same size as her, five foot four. She got mom's height, I got dad's.

"Shh," I murmured, petting her hair softly, "Shh.."

"I, I miss him." She croaked. I did notice how she didn't use Edward, or how she doesn't hear music anymore, she cringes from the sound. So that's why I stopped playing the piano—her pain was visible in her face—she was an open book.

The moment made me realize, remembering how she's changed since Edward left—was that, she was in serious, and undoubtfully—in pain, and how she will never actually forget about Edward.

I sighed, my bottom lip trembling, and my eyes began to water again. I gulped back the knot on my throat, and blinked back the tears—Bella needs me more than anybody realized. No, she needs people there for her, she needs a shoulder to lean on.

Now, I'm that shoulder.

During the crying fest, Bella kept on murmuring his name—it wasn't until I pulled her away at arm's length that I noticed that she had fallen asleep, her nose was crinkled back, her mouth into a permanent frown.

"No! Please, Edward, don't leave!" She screamed all of a sudden, making me jerk back, startled and shocked. I was quick to catch her though, when she fell forward, carrying her in my arms and settling her back down on my bed.

I petted her hair again, "Shh..." I mumbled, closing my eyes so I wouldn't see her crumbled up face.

I knew I should be used to it, all the screaming, nightmares, but in truth, I knew I never would. It was just horrible, depressing.

A permanent question plagued my mind; when will this all be over?

OCTOBER

It has been about two weeks since Bella had cried in my room, two weeks since she sort of left her shell, often talking to me now a then. It was an improvement, nothing much, but it was something.

I frowned at the clock. Only twenty more minutes until my best friend, Kendra Marks, came. Then, we're off to trick-or-treat.

Bella was coming with us—saying she was going to take care of me. I would have been mad before, but now, it made me happy.

The TV was on, but neither one of us was paying much attention to it. Dad was off patrolling the streets, making sure everything was okay and in order.

But we all knew nothing exciting ever happened in Forks.

And that's just how I loved it.

Sighing, I looked at the clock again—not even a minute has passed since I last checked.

I hate time.

Bella made an effort to laugh at my costume, "What are you—an old fairy?" Her voice held a tinged of curiosity. My heart soared, she was coming back, slowly, but still, coming.

Pouting, I straighten out my dark grey dress."No. Bells," I roll my eyes.

"Well?"

"I'm a Hobo Fairy."

NOVEMBER

My progress report came today. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, should I hide it?

Yeah, it wasn't honest, but I got a bad grade on an assignment—so I'll have one; A, five; B's, and one; C. I bit my nails—I wouldn't want to disappoint Bella, I had made her a promise that I would get more A's, and no C's.

I failed her.

So, right about the second that I was tucking the progress report into my pocket, all crumbled up, my guilt, shame over flowing, someone spoke from behind me, "What are you doing, Liv?"

Bella.

I jumped back, "Uh, um, nothing." I lied. Real cool Liv, real cool.

She held out her hand, "Can I see that?"

"No!" I protested too quickly, "I mean... I-I, I didn't get a lot of A's. In fact, I got a C." I relented, turning my head down.

She patted my shoulder rather softly. "That's okay, all that matters to me is that you tried."

Relief was exquisite. "Really?"

"Really. Wanna get some ice cream?"

"Sure!" I all, but exclaimed, already running towards her truck.

Her laughter was music to my ears.

DECEMBER

Five more seconds, and... it's Christmas Eve!

I bolt towards the presents under the poorly decorated tree.

But before my fingers could grace the silky material that covered my presents, I was interrupted by dad and a flashing light. I squinted my eyes; I think I've gone blind. Man, I really wanted to see what I got.

Groaning, I blink my eyes several time, until the light refocuses back and I could make sense of the world once again.

I glare at my dad, "Hey, what was that for! I thought I was blind for a second there." I admitted sheepishly, flushing.

He chuckled, "Sorry, kiddo." He ruffled my hair, but his hand froze when he heard a rare giggle.

Bella was giggling at our display, shaking her head. But she too stopped short, when she noticed dad gaping at her, mouth agape, eyes wide, and his expression was hilarious—it was if Bella had just announced she had won a million dollars.

A frown formed my lips. I already missed the giggle.

"Uh, let's let Livi open her present?" She suggested.

I smiled at the idea, nodding eagerly, "I'd like that, I'd really like that." I did, it has been torture seeing my presents under the Christmas tree, and not being able to open them.

Dad chuckled, still too shocked from before.

To: Vivienne Swan

From: Mom

I opened the first present, a huge grin settling on my lips—it was a necklace, with a magnificent blue sapphire shaped into a heart. It glimmered in the light—and I couldn't help, but squeal. It was embarrassing since I wasn't a girly girl—meaning I did not squeal, at all.

This was the same exact necklace I had told her that I wanted before I came here to Forks. "I can't believe she remembers..." I whispered, shocked.

The next present was from dad—a blue bike—amazing. I also got clothes.

So far, I'd say this Christmas rocked.

JANUARY

Today was January fourteen, a day that meant very much to my dad's best friend, Billy Black, and his son, Jacob Black—they were from La Push, a local Native American reservation just off of Forks.

Dad was driving us there, the radio was on, and I was humming along the familiar sound. Bella wasn't around, so it was safe for music. My fingers tapped against the blue wrapped box, I wrapped up myself.

Yeah, I was proud.

Bella was home, she didn't want to come. I understood, she needed time alone.

I sighed, closing my eyes as the wind came through the open window, hitting my face in a cool, relaxing manner. My hair was going all over the place, but I didn't care at the moment.

Just one more month until my birthday. My birthday was on February twenty nine, yeah, the off and on again day of the year. I scowled since technically I was four years old.

But, we've always celebrated my birthday on the twenty eight, or the first of March.

Damn leap years.

Damn February twenty nine.

He stops in front of their small red house, and I exit it, looking at my reflection in the mirror, seeing a pimple on my nose, and my forehead. I hate puberty.

There was a small group of people gathered around a table someone had put outside, talking to one another. I sighed in relief when I noticed I dressed well—I dressed normal.

People greeted us, and we waved. I flushed a bit when Billy commented I grew and that puberty has over taken me—all I did was scowl at him, blushing bright red.

What shocked me the most from the day, was when I handed Jacob his present. He had taken it with a huge, happy smile on his face, his eyes happy. I wouldn't blame him—today was his day after all.

But when he touched my finger, an electric current passed through us—or was I just being delusional? I jerked my hand away, shocked—and Jacob had too, resulting in the present falling into the mud.

"Great," I muttered, sighing as I picked it up, cleaning the mud away as best as I could. I handed him the present, "Er, happy birthday, Jacob Black. Uh, what a muddy day, eh, right?"

I sighed in relief when he got the joke; I had rhymed muddy with funny. Lame I know, but I was grateful that he understood it, it made it less awkward.

When dad and I left later that day, all I could think of was that shocking feeling I touched Jacob. Was I really just being delusional? But his reaction proved that he felt it, too.

My mind wandered back to the passing months—time passes really quick. It's amazing how much has occurred over the past months—Bella still isn't the same, but dad and I are getting her back ever so slowly.

I close my eyes, "Time sure passes by fast." I mumbled to my dad.

"Sure does. It Sure does." He replied.

A/N: As always, all I ask is for reviews about your opinions, or ideas. I know the basic plot for this story—I have my visuals.

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