Chapter 2

Edward

''A change is always a good thing. It's a beautiful city, lots of things to do.'' Rosalie went on and on, but nobody was listening. Carslile was driving, Esme by his side, in the middle was Emmet, Jasper and me, and behind were Alice and Rose, who was the only one talking, finally stopped when she saw that no one was paying attention to what she was saying.

''Oh come on you guys, at least pretend to be excited!''

She got no answer from any of us.

''Damn it! If you think I'm gonna put up with this much longer you can just...!''

''Calm down baby.'' Emmet cut her.

''Calm down! Calm down! It's just getting ridiculous! I mean, yeah, it is just so sad that poor little Bella is all alone in her little town with her little friends, but shit! Get over it!''

''Please Rosalie.'' Emmet pleaded.

''No! It's Edwards fault if we left! I don't see why we should all be suffering!''

''Rosalie.'' Carslile said.

''No. She's right.'' I whispered. I rarely ever talked anymore, so they all looked at me, with that same pity and sadness in their eyes.

''Damn right I am.'' Rose added, to everyones frustration.

Her anger was calmed, but everyone was tense.

I was to blame for their pain.

I'm the one who forced them to move, the one who made them start all over again, the one who made them break contact with their sister.

I was the one who had broken the love of my life, the one who had destroyed the only happiness I had left in this world.

I was a criminal.

Each damned day, I longed for her touch, her scent, her laugh, her smile. Each day, I had to go over every reason I'd left to convince myself not to go back.

It had been 6 years. 6 painful years. Each second of this life was created to make me pay for what I'd done. And I deserved each and every one of them.

Bella

The meadow was beautiful. Flowers bloomed everywhere, colors mixing with the sweet sent of the sun. I felt at home here, even though I had no idea where I was. But for the while, I couldn't get myself to care. I sat in the middle of this beauty, closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun on my skin.

A soft whisper made me open my eyes. A blinding glow lighted up the whole meadow, like thousands of dancing diamonds. But I wasn't afraid. Instead, I smiled. I stood up and walk toward it. Each step I took felt lighter. My hand reached out for the light. I was so near. But before I could touch it, it disappeared, leaving me in the dark.

I woke up sweeting and shivering. I was alone in the big bed. Christopher had proposed to sleep on the couch until I would feel better, to my relief.

Last day had been awful. I didn't even know who I was! Being alone in a big house with two strangers was frightening. Especially with Jarrod hanging around . I couldn't stand to look at him, or be close to him. The house was quiet. I was choking here. I opened the window and stepped out on the balcony. The fresh air of the night felt warm on my skin. I closed my eyes and tried to remember my dream. But the more I concentrated on it, the more it was slipping through my fingers, till finally, it was gone. I stood hours in the darkness, trying to grab the few memories I had.

''Did you sleep well?'' Chris asked.

''Yes.'' I lied.

''Do you remember anything?''

''No.''

I stood up and searched for food, but after a while, I gave up.

''We should buy more food.''

''Why?''he asked, surprised.

''Well, to eat.''

He looked at me oddly ''Are you hungry?''

''No, not now.''

''Okay then.'' he turned his attention back to the paper he was reading.

Was that all? Was he not going to buy anything?

We sat silently for moment.

''Could we go out for a walk today? A little fresh air would help.'' I tented.

''Um, sure.'' he hesitated. ''But I should ask Jarrod first.''

''Why?'' What did the other creep have to do with this?

''He...would want to know how you are doing before you go out.'' he blurted out.

''Oh, ok.'' I got up, cleaned up my bowl and went back to my room. What had I gotten in to? Would I ever remember who I was? I couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life with weird strangers, but then, where would I go? I had no money, no other home, no friends, no history! I was stuck here, but I would find out one day.

Something else bothered me: they didn't look like normal people. Their skin was pale white, their eyes were deep red, the way they moved was graceful and they always looked like statues when they were deep in thought. I didn't remember much, but I did know that their behavior wasn't normal.

I went to the bathroom and stood frozen when I caught sight of a beautiful woman staring at me with zinc eyes. I wasn't afraid, for she seemed slightly familiar. Her chocolate hair flowed down to her waist, she was tall with generous curves. Her skin was snowy white, looking soft as porcelain. Her bloody red lips shivered when a soft breeze sneaked in the room. I made a move to advance, and before I could react, the angelic creature took a graceful step forward, her feet barely brushing the floor.

That's when I realized I was staring in a mirror. I caressed the glass with my fingers and, for the first time, saw my skin. My eyes returned to the mirror and scanned my hole body for a long time, not leaving out a single inch; I kept the eyes for the end: her eyes, I mean my eyes, pure silver, seemed dead, burned, as if raked from any brightness.

Once again, I felt alone. All of the important questions I'd asked had all been subtly turned down. The outing of today would maybe help me recover a bit of myself.