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Chapter 1

Welcome home – Kinda...

It has felt like many years since that fateful night, though I know it has only been 2. And after this time, I find myself in the state of Florida. Mainly for the temperature. Though it has no effect on me, the colors are joyful. Then again... I only see it at night. I have been able to manage on my own. The newborn traits aren't prominent in me, so I'm able to be in public without mass murdering people.

As much as it hurts me to think of the Cullens, I have followed their way of life. Preying on only animals, and creatures of the forest. Hunting out only those who aren't like myself. Then again, they aren't like me. Im dead. Well, technically.

I work at a nightclub for money, considering being in the sunlight is probably not a good idea. It wasn't hard to get a job there. He hired me on the spot. Something about the managers jaw dropping gave me a clue.

As I sat one morning on my couch reading a book, I found I couldn't concentrate. This tends to happen often. My thoughts drifted continuously, from one object of interest to the next. Some paining me more than others.

I thought of my father Charlie, how I miss him so much. I feel terrible about the pain I must have caused him. My recklesness had hurt so many. Jacob... poor Jacob. He was the only one who was really there for me. The only one who... loved me. I am a terrible person for doing what I have. Not even written, or called. They must be worried. Renee, Billy, the Quileute pack, Edward.

At that moment all my thoughts went sour. No. Surely Edward wouldn't be worried. HE was the one who left ME. He was naturally the one who made me who I am. Besides, Alice could see the future. Why hasn't she done anything? She could see whats happend to me, whats happening to me, what will happen to me. She's probably told Edward and he doesn't care. He doesn't love me. And I should've known from the beginning.

My thoughts flashed back to Jacob, and my father. I knew one thing for sure. I had to go back to Forks. I had no choice. I was under enough self control I wouldn't hurt any of them. I wasn't sure I would be welcomed with open arms... but maybe slightly relieved arms would do the trick.

I decided at that moment I was going to head out at nightfall. I was going home. Quickly I got up and started pack. Anything my hands could touch; clothing, my music player, my cell phone, books. Once I had my things, I waited patiently for nightfall to arrive.

As the sun set, and the moon rose in the sky, I started my journey across the country. Running as fast as I could, not needing rest. The packsack on my back, barely moved as I gracefully made my way through the trees of forests, jumped over rivers, and ran. Maybe a day had past, or two, I really wasn't sure. Some of the forests I travelled through were dark, and threw off my sense of time. But almost as soon as I had started my adventure a sign came into view. I stopped in front of it and a smile formed on my lips as I read the three most precious words I ever would.

WELCOME

TO

FORKS