A/N: Yup, another chapter. Thanks to those who favorite the story. Extremely appreciated.

Chapter 3: Unveiling Remembrance

I heard the curtains shuffling in front of me allowing the light of the sun trespass through the glass window panes. I groaned as I felt the light's force upon my eyelids and pulled my blanket over my head. It was prodding my eyelids with its annoying curiosity. I mean, the sunshine can have its time where it gives a great feeling but it's so annoying. But sunshine in Forks isn't the average sunshine you'd see in regular places. Sunshine is the light that comes through the cloud I guess. Even that can be so greatly annoying.

I sighed and tried going back to sleep.

Next thing I knew, someone was pulling on the blanket I was under and I felt bare and exposed. I knew who was doing this and I wasn't to glad about it. My eyes opened meeting a pair of brown eyes. I knew I had a frown on my face as I gradually got up to sit on the bed.

"Wake up and rise and shine!" Gran said cheerfully. I looked at Gran with half –closed eyes. I knew my face was saying that Gran was delusional.

"Why couldn't you wait a bit? Wait…no need to answer. I know."I huffed. I got off the bed headed into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth again and glanced at the mirror. I felt myself trembling as I gazed at my hollow cheeks. Just so completely awkward. I didn't like the way I looked for some reason. My prominent cheekbones were just a reminder of something. But what was it? Last night I thought it was my parents. But to tell you the truth, I wasn't really that resembling of my parents.

My eyes had bags under them. It looked a lot like hollows. My eyes felt weird and kinda swollen as well. I don't remember punching myself during sleep. I blinked a few times and winced at the feeling. Must have been because of all the crying. I took my bottom lip between my teeth. Might Gran notice the swollen eyes as well?

I lost track of time of how long I stared into the mirror and headed to the shower. I took the strawberry shampoo and massaged my scalp to the point I was in a relaxed zone. I felt my body slowly slumped under the soothing warm water. My muscles were all tense-free and the knots in my limbs were untied. Eventually, I fought the urge to just stay there forever and dressed up; putting on a pair of skinny jeans and a long sleeved blue navy t-shirt.

Knowing Gran, I made my bed and brushed my head before going down the stairs, heading to the kitchen.

Gran was there making homemade waffles. The scent hit me straight as soon as I entered the kitchen. One of the things that made me love Gran was like I said her energy. She didn't whine about her back hurting or insulting modern teen general interest being such a scandal. She would be bright, positive, and a smile creator. Negativity was one of the things Grab couldn't stand. Gran was now cooking to It Won't Be Long by The Beatles. I couldn't help but smile at her happy energy which would always rub off on others.

I sad down on the counter as I watched her. I gave a slight yawn and winced again as I rubbed my eye.

Gran gave me a plate of waffles to eat followed by syrup. She was slightly shaking her hips to the song and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"How was your morning so far, Gran?" I dug in and nearly moaned as the delicious taste came in contact with my taste buds.

"It was alright, dear." She handed me a glass or orange juice. "I remember when I was around your age. The Beatles would be like the best band at the moment. If you disliked it, might as well say you have no taste in music." She shook her head as she recalled and smiled, looking at me. "Girls would go crazy, like freaks for them. The four young fellas just can get people do so much for them."

I grinned. "Yeah. Nowadays it applies to those Vampire flicks."

Gran laughed. Her laughter just sounded like chimes. "Apparently so. Are you one of them?" She finished her final batch and faced me.

I shook my head, looking at the ground. "Not really Gran. You know me. Boys are just…there. To be your friend or to just be boys I guess."

Gran raised her eyebrows. Her face was saying 'You've got to be kidding me'. "Seriously Bella? You aren't smitten by someone? Tall, handsome, or what do you girls say? Hot." She emphasized the last word…greatly.

"Alright Gran." I said loudly, feeling my face warm up and blush. "Let's not go into that alright? I mean yeah sure I guess I thought some guys were attractive and in your words, hot. But I can care less about that. I'd like a guy based on how he is I guess…It's just that I've never really been with anyone ya know?" I look up to meet her deep mirroring brown eyes. "I've been busy."

Gran looks at me with complete understanding, her eyes holding a bit of sadness in them. "I understand Bella. But I gotta tell you Bella." She joking looks around as if there was anybody here to hear our secret. She signals me to pull up so she can whisper. I roll my eyes playfully and lean up.

"There are some hot boys in this town. And it would be kinda of upsetting that an amazing girl like you would pass them along." I widened my eyes and felt the blush cover my cheeks. To keep hearing Gran say hot, definitely a new experience.

"All righty!" I said for the second time. "Let's talk about the weather or work? How is work?"

Gran looked at me delighted. Nice to know she likes me in an uncomfortable position. "I get it Bella. You haven't talked about this with anybody much. "

I sigh and playfully roll my eyes. "Sure thing Gran.". Gran chuckles.

"So anyway Bella. What day is today?" she looked at me with waiting eyes. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I thought. I haven't been keeping up with the date really. I was just preoccupied with whatever I was consumed with. I then realized that yesterday was Sunday.

"Monday." I replied.

"Exactly. Today I have some art classes. It's from Monday through Thursday alright?"

I nodded my head. Gran and I haven't really met each other so often within the past year or so but stayed in contact by phone. So I never really knew her daily schedule. That's why speaking to her about boys got me uncomfortable. I do regret that though. I wish I could be comfortable around her especially since she was one of a kind and pretty cool.

In fact, I think I barely knew a lot of things about Gran. I mean what was her favorite food? What was her childhood like? These things were just something I barely even knew. I maybe might have. But those things might have been barely brought up.

"So I leave around 10 and come back during 6. Is that alright?" Gran always thought about me before herself. It's that part of Gran that made people at ease around her. She was just lovable in so many ways.

"Yeah sure Gran." I checked the time and saw it was a quarter after nine.

"Anyways, anything different in Forks? In the past few days, you just sat here in the house. You finally walked around. Anything really capturing your mind?"

I thought for a moment and shrugged. " I met Alice Cullen. Erm…remember that forest we always use to go to? Forks Woodlands? I went there. Recalled some memories." I was talking to myself more like it. I was thinking.

"Really what memories?" She looked at me curiously. I didn't really want to bring it up. It just would create an awkward silence and the words just slipping might put me in an uncomfortable position.

"Oh you know. Just those painting moments." I said nonchalantly. Gran nodded her head. "Those were some good times. We should do it again. If we ever set aside time."

I looked at Gran and gave her a genuine smile. "I really would like that Gran. Extremely fun."

Gran returned the same smile. "Yeah." Suddenly, her eye's focus shifted to the clock. "Oh dear. I should get there early today. I promised I'd be there early to a student to discuss some things with her." Her eyes shifted back to me. "So any plans for today Bella?"

I took my bottom lip thought. "I'm not sure. I could adjust some stuff in my room. Maybe go out with Alice?" Gran had a blank face and nodded her head.

"Okay. That good." She started to head for the stairs and paused.

"Um Bella." she was hesitant about something. "Yeah Gran?"

She eyed me for a second and opened her mouth and closing it. She gazed at me before just shaking her head. "Never mind. It was nothing. Just come home early today okay? I think you should finish with your room before schools starts." She smiled.

Something was up. Gran wasn't usually hesitant and she'd never be so confused on what to say. "Alright Gran." I watched her warily as she ascended the stairs to her room and quietly shut the door.

I turn around in my seat and return my attention to my half-eaten glistening waffles. It was a little drenched in syrup. I played around with it a little with my fork before I finally just stopped and dropped it on my plate with a loud clank.

Maybe it was nothing. Gran is just as shaken up about dad's death as me. I glanced at the toaster in front of me and realized it was a little dark under my eyes. I might be a little tired too much I guess. A bit paranoid.

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I just stared at those brown leather gloves. It was a little worn out and dusty. But brand new still to me eyes. My baseball gloves were barely touched within the past few years. I gazed at it, thinking whether or not it was lonely from being secluded. I shook my head as thought about how I gave my gloves characteristic. If it were a few years ago, giving it characteristics wouldn't be such a weird idea. It was a proud possession of mine. I adjusted myself so I was leaning against the side of my bed while I faced my closet.

Dad use to play with me all the time. Teaching me to pitch it the right way. How to position my elbow and keep it at just the right elevation when batting. Dad was truly into it and I always had a sense of pride whenever he'd hug me once I accomplished something. A little bubble soaring in my chest.

I fingered the baseball's hard surface and the tiny red little stitches. It was slightly dirty but was really brand new. Like my gloves. It fit perfectly in my small hand. You know how a lady would be gloating with pride when she had a perfectly fitting ring on her finger? Same thing with me, the ball would fit in the palm of my hand.

I tossed the baseball and the gloves in the box and pushed it away. I'm not sure anymore if I wanted to throw them out but I wanted the demeaning thoughts forming in the back of my head to be kept away. I noticed a more sentiment box of items lying behind my laundry hamper. I sat there for a second thinking whether I should go through them.

I still drew. I mean during school, I would draw during art class. Doing some silly thing every once in a while. But it was all too depressing. When I draw, I barely know what I'm drawing. Does that make sense? I'm so into all my drawing and I just draw out the little picture in my head. It doesn't seem depressing at all when I draw. It feels like I'm drawing something euphoric or joyous.

But when I step back, I tend to frown at what my messy hands created. It just was stupid and plain weird like me. I would end up tearing it up unless it was a project for school. My teacher would love what I drew, telling me I have talent. But I'd ignore her inwardly but on the exterior, I'd be polite and thank her.

Dad would love whenever I drew. So would mom. Even in his depressed state after mom died, he'd compliment whenever I brought it home. I'd smile wide, hearing my dad say that. My dad was never a bad person when he was depressed. He was just sad. Just upset and it upset me. I mean if anyone ever said he was a horrible person, I'd rip through my calm exterior and punch to person to the pulp.

Dad didn't put on a show for everyone outside and be different when he's home. He'd be the same all the time. He'd greet everyone and say one word or so. But he would be more relaxed at home. Sometimes I think mom's death affected him way more than it affected me. I mean dad and I were close to mom and we'd love the same amount.

I was devastated when mom died and so was dad. But dad was unusually more depressed that is. It's too complicated to explain. You'd understand if you were in my situation. Its like 2 kids that love their mom but one kid who witnessed their moms death was having a harder time to cope.

Like I said, it's so complicated.

I felt the bristles of the paintbrush between my fingers. The paintbrush I used to write a thousand to infinity words with. It was soft and smooth. It was genuine horsehair that was used to make this. Something I never really begged for but it was a birthday gift which I was happy to obtain.

The paper, my blank book that I'd write a thousand words, was smooth has a silky blanket. I loved the way the side of my hand would brush across it as I made strokes with my paintbrush. It felt like euphoria whenever I used my instruments. But it's been years. I drew in my school. Rip it to shreds. And come home feeling guilty somehow for my dad's depression.

This was so overwhelming in ways for me.

A strand of hair came across my face and reached my hand to move it. I thumb felt small wetness and I furrowed my brow in confusion. The tip of my fingers touched the gliding tears, brushing slowly down my hot warm cheek.

Had I been crying this whole time as I looked through my items? More like memories. I've been doing that a lot recently and I guess my cheeks just could sense it. I sniffed and wiped the tears on my sleeve. I took a deep breath and got to my feet. I shoved the box to the side with one foot and went downstairs.

I took my phone off the coffee table and dialed Alice's number. I started to tap my foot as I tried to clear my throat. My throat tends to get croaky whenever I cry. Even though it was only tears, my throat tends to react to it.

"Hello!" A chirpy voice answered the phone.

"Hello" I croaked. Damn it. My voice was still scratchy.

"Hey Bella. Um you don't really sound okay." Her voice was getting worried.

"No, no." I reassured. "I'm fine. Just need a glass of water, that's all." I took another deep breath. "Um Alice, remember our plans to go shopping or whatever today? Um…I thought why not put it off for another day. I feel a little tired. Hope you don't mind."

"Oh of course not." chirped Alice. "No need to apologize silly. We can go whenever you'd like. Are you sure you're okay?" Her voice had a hint of worry.

"I'm fine." I croaked again. "It's just you know. Getting used to the new place. You know, cloudy and rainy."

"Welcome to Forks." Chuckled Alice. "Are you sure? My dads a doctor so he could come over. He'd be happy to take care of any friend of mine."

"Alice I'm fine. No need to worry. But thanks." I took another deep breath.

"Alright then. Bye Bella. I really hope though we can get to our play date as soon as possible!" she exclaimed. She sounded like a little pre-schooler that arranged a special tea party with a fairy.

"Yeah me too. Bye Alice." With that, I hung up and tossed my cell phone of the sofa. I just stood there in the middle of my room, feeling awkward in only my own presence. I felt tears starting to form in my eyes as I stared into the ceiling, almost dampening it with my own tears even though I'm not even touching it.

Was it weird for me to feel a little jealous that Alice had a dad? A doctor dad that was most likely extremely friendly that even if I, the recent anonymous friend of Alice were sick, he'd be willing to visit to check up on me? Alice's nature was also extremely friendly and social and most likely her family followed in her footstep.

I felt the tears just coming and coming e as I thought about it. I sat on the floor, next to the couch as I thought.

Was it even worth for me to live at all anymore? I was just in this small town full of happy and social people with their lives of nearing perfection. I was just a depressed orphan. Dad's not here and neither is mom. Both dying from unwanted circumstances. Stupid unwanted fucking circumstance.

But I had to think this way. Dying is just a part of life. I'm just someone who unluckily lost two important people in her life earlier than usual. I also had Gran. Gran would love me no more than Mom and Dad loved me. She would care for me and would take a bullet for me in a heartbeat. If I left her, she'd be alone in this world and Gran has been living on her for a while. Right now, the greatest phobia of mine is losing Gran because she is the last person I have.

School started this Friday, only a day before the weekend. I'm not sure why it was Friday but Friday was just chosen so I had to go along with it. Apparently Gran already had me registered into the school although I'm not sure how. Wasn't the school open around the beginning of my school year? I already chose my classes and had to start my life into the moving track.

Maybe like I said last night, this would be my chance for a new start over. I'm already good academically and somewhat good for sports. I don't know how but I can trip on air but while I do, I can pretty good at sports as well. I'm just a confusing mess you could say.

I glanced at the clock reading half past five. Gran would be here in 30 minutes. I thought about taking another walk, leaving a little note for Gran. So I did. I shuffled my way to my room and snatched my iPod and wallet.

I grabbed my key on the little hook next to my door headed out the door, locking it in the process.

I placed the ear buds in my ear and put it on Little House by The Frays. The most frequently played song on my iPod. I just love that song with all my heart and the melody of the piano made my heart practically flutter out of my ribcage.

I had no idea where I was going but just headed any direction I felt myself pull into. I walked past the house of Gran's dear friend. I haven't seen her in a while and made a little note in my head to do so. She was a gentle spirit that would get along with anyone. If I didn't visit her any sooner, her feelings might feel a little hurt.

I continued walking, turning around a curb and saw some pretty amazing houses. They weren't as beautiful as the Cullen's but still, they were gorgeous. Their lawns were vividly green, matching the rest of Forks. They had some flowers I weren't familiar with. Must be because of the sunshine they lack that they don't have the average flowers.

People were watering their garden or talking with some people and once they saw me, they stopped to look at me. Forks was a small town so they must notice I'm new. Some were analyzing me and I felt extremely uncomfortable. I was just staring at the ground in fascination as I walked by.

A drugstore came to view with a big sign saying CVS. I sauntered my way over there, escaping the wary glances.

I entered through the door and I felt my eyes bug out of my head. The store was huge in the inside but looked so small from the outside. They had almost everything. I made my way gradually inside, looking around at the things they have. I knew Forks didn't have many stores here so guess they tried to fit as much stuff as possible into one.

I was looking at their vase collection when I bumped hard into somebody. I felt back and landed on my butt.

Looking at the person's shoes, he was wearing purple worn-out sneakers. Interesting

I looked up to see the person I stupidly bumped into. It was a blonde kid with big blue eyes, around my age. His face kind of resembled a baby's and he was slightly chubby. He looked around my age.

He was smiling wide at me as his nametag gleamed on his employee's vest.

I felt myself blush from embarrassment. Tripping, falling and bumping. The 3 things that make me clumsy.

"Hey. All you alright." He held out his hand. I grabbed his hand and got up. I brushed my pants and fixed my shirt. I looked up at him. He was staring fixedly at my chest. Disgusting.

I cleared my throat loudly. He shifted his gaze to my face and smiled. I can already tell I don't like him.

"Uh yeah I'm alright. Sorry for bumping into you."

He shrugged. "Eh it's alright. You don't seem from around here. Are you new here?" He tried to seem kinda of calm and collected but from the look in his eyes, he was extremely excited.

I hesitated whether I should say anything. "Yeah I'm new. Just moved in."

He didn't seem interested. "Oh well welcome to the dreary town of Forks. I'm Mike." He held out his hand to shake with mine.

I eyed his hand curiously before lifting my hand. "I'm Bella. And thanks." He kept staring at me and I felt uncomfortable even more. I wonder if he could make out the disgusted look on my face.

"So Bella. You going to Forks this year?" His eyes held high hope. I nodded.

"Yeah I am. Going to be a junior." I replied. His eyes brightened up like a Christmas tree. "Cool me too. Since you're new around here, maybe I could show you around?"

I fiddled with my fingers. "No that's alright. I already have Alice Cullen who's more than willing to show me around."

His face turned to surprise. "Alice Cullen? She is showing you around?" His voice held surprise. "She's always blowing me off." I heard him mumble. Not surprising.

I shrugged. "She seemed nice and polite." He inhaled a breath of air before doing that creepy smile. He must think girls dropped to their knees when he did that.

"How about I help you get around with your classes, then?" I then noticed his eyes shift to my chest again. He must have thought I had no idea of his intention.

"No thanks. I think I'll know my way around." I said calmly. At the right moment, the manager came.

"Yo Mike. Get your ass back to work and stop hitting with the customers. We got a lot of work left to do." The manager's face was serious.

Mike scowled at him before face me. "Well I guess I'll see you then." He winked and I shuddered inwardly. That wasn't pleasant.

I watched as he disappeared through the door that said "Employees Only". I wish it also said "one way in and no way out."

I gave out a breath of relief only to be followed into another phase of surprise when I heard booming laughter from behind.

I turned around and felt myself nearly cower as I saw a muscular guy over six feet tall. I would have been scared if it weren't for his dimpled smile and his shaking form of laughter. He looked like he can pick up car and throw it 2 yards away. He held a packet of toilet paper in one arm and a gallon of milk in the other.

"Ha ha! You blew Mike's ass as well. Poor sucker. Thinks he's such a charmer." He shakes his head to himself. He holds out his hand and drops the packet of toilet paper.

"Hey. My name is Emmett. Alice's brother. I furrowed my brow. He didn't look anything like Alice. His eyes were blue but not light. His hair wasn't jet black like Alice's but his hair was brown.

"You totally showed that loser. He's a total weirdo and goes hitting on girls, forgetting that he'll be shut down while doing so."

I giggled. "Really? He seemed like one that always gets what he wants."

Emmett looked at me as if I were delusional. "No way! He tried to hit on Rosalie, my girlfriend, and my girl freaking beat up his ass. Funniest day of my life."

"Anyways, Alice mentioned you two meeting. Welcome to Forks as well. I'd stay around and chat but I really gotta get going with this stuff. I hope we can be god friends." He bent over to pick up the toilet paper. "See ya Bella!" He headed quickly towards the cash registers.

"Bye Emmett." I call back.

I looked around and didn't feel like buying anything anymore. I glanced at the door Mike disappeared into and saw the doorknob moving. I cringed and quickly made me way through the exit.

As I made my way, Emmett saw me and waved to me. I waved back and smiled. I turned back around and headed towards the door. I took out my iPod and looking through several songs to listen to.

I opened the door with my focus on my iPod. I was about to leave when I bumped into another person. I hit my head against the person's torso and it hurt. It was a buff person I can tell you that. I groaned.

"Oof!" the person grunted. "What the fuck where you're going next time."

I looked up to look at the person and furrowed my brow. He seemed so familiar.

The person had smooth red and brown locks. But his hair wasn't normal for it was in an array of different direction. His eyes were a vivid green that were fierce and intense. He had a straight nose and his lips were held in a straight line. He actually looked like an angel. Well a furious angel at that. He was rubbing his chest were I collided into.

"I'm sorry." I said as I rubbed my forehead but my gaze transfixed on him. It was going to turn into a bruise tomorrow.

He rolled his eyes. "What? See a show going on over here?" he spat while he gestured towards his face.

"No…" I trailed off.

He pushed past me. "Emmett, what's taking you so fucking long?"

I glared at his back as I continued rubbing my bruised forehead. It was throbbing slightly and my skin can turn red easily. That was just wonderful. I headed my way out and put on my headphones, listening to a random song. My forehead continued throbbing all the way back home.

I opened the door with my keys and entered in swiftly. The lights were on and Gran was in the kitchen. I heard shuffling coming from there.

I headed towards the Gran and sat on the chair next to the counter. "Hey Gran."

Gran's eyes were fixed in a book she was reading while she was stirring something in a bowl. Her gaze shifted.

"Oh hello Bella." She put her book down and turned to face me. "Did you like your walk?"

I sighed. "No not really. I just went to a store and didn't really buy anything."

"Oh. We need some sugar." She said, weary evident in her voice.

"Want me to go fetch it from the store?" I volunteered. Gran shook her head. "No, no. No need. I'll get it tomorrow."

"You sure?" I asked. Gran nodded. I sighed again and grabbed a banana off the small tray in the middle of the counter. I peeled it and began to devour it.

"I met the Cullens again." I brought up. Gran quickly glanced at me, her body going slightly rigid. I noticed it, eyeing her reaction warily. "Really? You and Alice hung out?"

"Nope. I met Emmett Cullen in the store." Gran froze. I can tell something was up. I raised my eyebrow in suspicion.

"Is there something wrong, Gran?" I said cautiously.

Gran's frozen expression was unsettling. Gran opened her mouth a little before closing it again.

"Bella." Finally came out between her lips. "It's just that I'm extremely glad you are able to make friends okay?" She gave me a warming smile.

I eyed her suspiciously as she returned her attention to her book that was lying. Something was odd and I wasn't sure what. Gran knew I wasn't so social anymore after Mom's death. Something just shifted.

I eventually shrugged off the chair I was sitting and tossed the banana peel into the trash bin. As I began to head off up the stairs, I stopped midway as the corner of my eyes caught the picture of mom and dad hugging. I eyed it sadly, their happiness so evident in their eyes.

Now comparing the way dad was a few months ago to the dad in the image, you'd see the prominent difference. Only a blind man wouldn't see it.

I then gazed at mom's happy smile, her beautiful smile with the happiness dancing around in her eyes. Those green eyes gleaming. My eyes then caught the piece of jewelry hanging around her neck. It was beautiful.

I glanced at my neck which was bare. I sighed and made my way towards my bedroom. I should make use of my great grandmother's necklace that just lay in my box, lifeless. Unlike the way it was around my mom's neck. Living.

A/N: There's Chapter 3. Hope to get another chapter up in time.

I go through troubles and whenever I'm in one of my moods, I place it in this story. Hope to update chapter 4 quickly.
~Naz