Her Deadly Past Chapter 2: Never Forget, a twilight fanfic

-Edward-

A lot of you are thinking about the bites and the reason that Mira has blue eyes. Well, she's still a human…sort of okay? As always, I'll explain when the time comes.

Disclaimer: The lyrics at the end are from a song called "Don't Jump," by Tokio Hotel. In this story this is her own song. I was listening to this when I wrote this chapter.

-Mirabella-

I was in my new room unpacking my things from my backpack. Tokio Hotel was blasting out of my speakers and I'm sure everyone heard it. I opened my bag, taking out two pocket knives. One had a rose etched into the handle, while the other had a crescent moon on it. I put those in a drawer on my nightstand and peered into my bag again. A picture frame came out of the bag next. It was of an eighteen year old boy with pale skin and red eyes. His short black hair was gelled up, and he had his arm over me. We both had sad eyes in the picture because it was taken after…my torture. Those vampires were sick and they turned my brother into one of them. Only he wasn't like them. He always did his best to protect me. He even helped me escape. His name was Antonio, and I missed him so much.

I set the picture down on my nightstand and took out a few journals I had already filled up. There were song, poems, feelings I had at the time, and little stories in them. I put them under my bed. I couldn't really remember the last time I slept in a bed. Aro had sent me off to here right after he found me. He was a nice man, but his guards scared me.

A soft knock came to my ears and I turned off my stereo at once. "Come in," I whispered as I stashed my backpack under my bed. I turned around to see Edward standing in my doorway. "What is it?" I asked with a guarded expression and stance.

"You don't have to be scared Mira," he whispered. "I won't hurt you."

"I know," I sighed as I turned around and put my music on again. I could feel his presence in my room even as I put some books away on my shelf. I turned around again, looking at him with a glare. "I would appreciate it if you would leave," I whispered firmly. "I'm quite uncomfortable with a male vampire in my room."

"What happened to you Mira?"

"That's my business."

"Mira I have a right-"

"No!" I interrupted with a near yell. "You have no right to know what happened to me! No one in this god forsaken house does. Now, please leave," I said with a harsh voice.

"We'll talk later then," he said before leaving. I rushed up to the door, slamming it roughly. I pressed my back against the door, sliding down to the floor. Tears formed in my eyes and spilled onto my cheeks.

Why did he have to come into my room? Why did he have to ask about those more than painful memories? He didn't need to know! It was my burden to bare, no one else's. I went through those painful things, not him. Why did he even care? No one cared for me. They were just doing this to do a favor for Aro. They really didn't want me there. So, I stood up, walked over to my bathroom. I shut the door locking it. My reflection stared back at me as I took off my shirt revealing a yellow tank top. It was low enough to see the crescent shaped scar peeking from the top of my breast. My fingers traced the cool scar, making more tears form in my eyes.

I stared at the glass mirror, thinking. It would only take one punch to break the glass. Then, I could take a large piece of glass and slice my throat. It would be the end of me and the world would go on like nothing ever happened. The Cullens would be happier without me. I was just a burden after all. He always said that. He said that I was a burden, a whore, and nothing else. I closed my eyes, balling my fist and raised it to prepare for my punch. My hand was shaking as I lunged it forward, only to be stopped by another hand. I looked up to see Edward looking at me with black eyes. I stumbled back towards my bathtub, sinking to the floor. That's when I realized that the door had a huge whole in it. How could I have not heard that? The rest of the family was looking at me with shocked expressions. I put my hand on my neck, hiding my scar from them with my arm. They probably didn't even notice.

"What were you thinking Mira?" asked Edward as he eyes started to lighten up. "You could've killed yourself."

"I would've succeeded if you hadn't stopped me," I replied in a voice that was shaky. I tried my best to even it out, but it didn't work. "Then you could go back to your lives and not worry about me."

"Mira," sighed Bella. She came into my bathroom, kneeling down to me. "We want you here, trust me."

"And your thoughts were wrong," said Edward. "Everything you thought was wrong honey. We would've been devastated if you had killed yourself." He reached out to touch me, but I smacked his hand away, hard. He looked at me with a stunned expression. I looked at him long enough for some tears to fall down my face, then I looked away. I curled my knees to my chest, looking at the floor.

"Who is he?" asked Edward after a long silence. My head shot up and I looked at him with angered eyes.

"You don't need to know," I said in a hard voice.

"Is it the boy in that picture with you?" asked Rosalie. I looked over at her to see her holding my picture of my brother. I stood up, snatching it from her grasp. I shoved passed the family, going over to my table and placing the picture in its rightful place.

"The boy in the picture is my brother," I said. I didn't even look at them. I just stared down at the picture of the only sane family member I knew. "He was turned a few months ago."

"What's on your back?" asked Emmett. I froze in place, my fist clenched tightly. No! Please don't see that scare! Not that one! I felt a pair of cold hands lift the back of my shirt, another set of hands holding me in place. More hot tears fell down my cheeks. I heard gasps and dry sobbing coming from Alice. "What…happened to you?" breathed Emmett. His finger traced the scar on the bottom of my back. It was actually a scar/tattoo that he sliced into me. It read, Never Forget.

I pulled my shirt down. "It's nothing." My voice cracked a little as I wiped more tears away. "J-Just leave. Please," I begged.

-Esme-

That poor, poor girl. I walked with Carlisle down the hallway into his study. The kids left to their rooms to think. I could still hear her sobbing within her room. She was rocking back and forth by the sound of the hard wood floor squeaking. All I wanted to do was pulled her into a hug and tell her everything was going to be fine. What on earth happened to her wherever she came from? Only a very sick person could have done that to a mere child!

I sighed and sat down next to my husband on a couch in his study. He wrapped me in his arms, deep in thought. "Why won't she open up Carlisle?" I asked while tears that would never fall welled up in my eyes.

"It's her first day coming here Esme," he whispered. "And all of this has happened to her in such a short amount of time. Do you think she'd open up so easily?"

"I guess not. Do you think she trusts us?"

"Not yet," he replied. "Only time will tell with her."

-Emmett-

"Who would do that to her?" I asked my wife as she snuggled close to me on our bed. "No wonder she has trust issues with us. Some of our kind did that to her." I closed my eyes, letting a growl escape my lips. Mira was my little sister now, and I'd kill those sons of a bitches who did that to her.

"Maybe we should find out who her brother is. He could probably tell us what happened to her." suggested Rosalie.

"Do you know how hard that will be? We'd risk giving out where she is. I bet he's still in that coven. He must be worried sick."

"Then all we can do is wait honey," she whispered. "Waiting is the best thing to do at this point. She needs time to learn that we won't harm her in any way."

"You're right…"

-Alice-

"What is she feeling right now?" I asked to Jasper as I paced our room.

"Fear, anger, sadness, and thoughtfulness. Don't worry, she'll be okay."

"I don't want to get another vision of her dead body on a bathroom floor Jasper!" I exclaimed. I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry Jasper," I sighed. My husband wrapped me in his arms, rocking me a little. "Should I take her shopping? I could probably get something out of her."

He smiled. "Take her shopping then. Although I don't know where you'd go since you basically bought ever piece of clothing from the mall."

"I haven't been to Abercrombie & Fitch," I said with a small smile.

"Abercrombie & Fitch it is."

-Bella-

"What is she thinking?" I asked after a long silence between us. We were cuddled up on our bed, both of us in our own thoughts.

"Lyrics," Edward mumbled.

"What?"

"Don't you hear the scratching of her pen? She's writing lyrics," he explained. I did hear her pen scratching on paper. Sometimes I'd hear violent scratches. She must have made a mistake on something she wrote.

"She's getting her guitar now," he said.

"Do you think she knows that we want her here?"

"Deep down she does," he whispered before we heard her guitar start up. Then her heavenly voice came to our ears.

On top of the roof
The air is so cold and so calm
I say your name in silence
You don't wanna hear it right now
The eyes of the city
Are counting the tears falling down
Each one a promise
Of everything you never found

Maybe she never found happiness? And those tears were counted by the man that did this to her. As for the eyes of the city, there could've possibly been an audience to see what happened to her.

I scream into the night for you
Don't make it true
Don't jump
The lights will not guide you through
They're deceiving you
Don't jump
Don't let memories go
Of me and you
The world is down there out of view
Please don't jump

False hope, that had to be the meaning. She was deceived and she felt like she should've just killed herself. But a voice screamed out to her to save her. What is Edward she was singing about, or maybe her brother?

You open your eyes
But you can't remember what for
The snow falls quietly
You just can't feel it no more
Somewhere out there
You lost yourself in your pain
You dream of the end
To start all over again

She dreams of how when her nightmare ended, her new life would begin. I hoped it would start with out family. I really want to help her start out her new life.

I don't know how long
I can hold you so strong
I don't know how long

Just take my hand
Give it a chance
Don't jump

I felt like crying after hearing that feeling within her voice. I looked up at Edward, who I knew felt the same way…

Ello!!

So, listen to "Don't Jump," by Tokio Hotel. You'll hear how it sounds, but imagine the lead singer having a girl's voice. REVIEW!

Missa.