It was these moments that really made me believe there was a god out there somewhere. And if there was this is how it would feel to be in his presence.

I was sluggish about getting my stuff unpacked and I swear it took over an hour. In the end my clothes were thrown in a pile on my floor right by the closet. My laptop, phone, iPad, and iPod were thrown on my bed along with their wires. I sat on my floor staring at the bottom of the duffel bag filled with drugs. A lazy smile took over my face.

I briefly wondered if I could fly, and my eyes closed.

Automatically I opened them back up and I ran to the window. I ran straight through it and felt nothing. Then I was flying. Wind caressed my face and I flew idly. Candy appeared on the floor out of nowhere and I flew towards her. Isn't this great I asked her happily, I can fly. She smiled and reached for me. Fly with me, its fun I demanded. Okay, I'll fly and then she was flying with me. I laughed as the wind blew against my body; it was the best feeling ever. Why didn't I know I could fly before? I said. If I would have known-

"I would have been flying everywhere" I continued.

Suddenly I was back in my room in the Cullen home. The last of my words echoed. I pulled myself up enough to see that I was still on the floor. My window wasn't broken and nothing was different. I laughed; I could still feel the wind from flying. I lay back on the floor and was amazed, it felt wonderful down here. The cold floor was great. My eyes closed and I was flying again.

I dreamt myself through the clouds and woke up a few times to the sound of my own voice. Each time I laughed out loud and fell back to sleep. When I woke up I was still unbelievably happy and calm, the effect of the heroin staying with me.

I showered and walked around my room in a bra and panties for a few minutes idly. Eventually I got around to hanging up my clothes and organizing my electronics on my desk and putting everything to charge. Lastly I grabbed all of the drugs from the duffel bag and put them in my medicine cabinet neatly.

I walked over to my closet and dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of short sweat shorts. The mirror in my bathroom assured me that I looked great for 9 in the morning. My hair hung in loose curls down my back, the t-shirt hugged my curves perfectly, and my shorts stopped right under my ass making my legs look long and a perfect milky white.

I sat on my bed and zoned out. Suddenly a ringing ripped me away from my musings. I walked over to my phone and saw that it was Candy.

"Hey girlie" I answered.

"OMG Cookie, I was so worried about you. When I came home there were cops everywhere"

"Damn that sucks" I said chuckling.

"Girl, what's going on?"

"They killed daddy" I said honestly. "Practically in front of me"

Tears filled my eyes and my high plummeted violently.

"I came out the shower and he was on the floor dead, they shot him."

"No" Candy cried.

"Yes"

I walked over to my purse and pulled out a cigarette box, only it was filled with rolled blunts instead of cigs. I also grabbed my lighter and then I lit it. There was a quiet sob on the other side of the line as I took a pull.

"How could they do that to us?" Candy cried.

Sometimes it amazed me that she was older than me but wasn't as good at controlling her emotions or using common sense.

"I don't know, I guess they just don't understand. They don't care" I said bitterly.

I slid on my sneakers and walked out of my room smoking after making sure I still had my lighter in my hand. I walked down the stairs and listened sadly as Candy sobbed.

"Calm down" I said soothingly. "Take a deep breath. Where are you now?"

"They sent me all the way out to Florida" She practically shouted. "The babies were sent to New York and Ohio."

"Why did they separate us all" I demanded angrily. "They can't just spit the family up"

"Did they send you back to that family?" She asked, calming down.

"Yup" I said, popping my p.

"Bella, are you… Smoking?" A voice demanded when I got down to the front door.

Thanks to my slow pace I was already halfway done with the blunt, but its effects were slow since it was so bright and there was so much fresh air. I turned to see Carlisle watching me in disbelief.

"My foster father is here, try and call me later" I said. "Love you, bye"

"Love you two, bye" Candy answered.

I hung up and took a deep pull of my blunt while watching Carlisle. I smiled and blew smoke rings out of the corner of my mouth.

"Wow, nothing gets past you" I laughed out loud.

As I was taking a pull Carlisle leaned forward and yanked my blunt away.

"What the fuck" I demanded angrily.

I reached up and snatched my blunt back. I turned on my heel and walked out the front door, but it didn't slam behind me even though I pulled it. The telltale sound of footsteps told me that Carlisle was following me.

"Bella I will not tolerate your foul language" Carlisle said angrily. "Nor will you smoke in my house or period"

I took another pull inhaling the smoke deep into my lungs. I turned and saw that Carlisle looked serious. The smoke left my lungs as I laughed.

"I am serious" Carlisle snapped. He took a deep breath before continuing. "Do you have a drug problem?"

"Nope" I said.

He looked at the blunt and then my face with disbelief.

"I'm serious, I don't have a problem"

"Do you have any other drugs in this house or on you?"

"Nope" I lied.

"Good, well I guess this will be the last time you do any drugs"

I nodded laughing quietly. If only he knew.

"We are putting you in school with the kids; you'll be put in 9th grade with Edward and Alice."

"Okay" I said with a shrug.

"Bella" Carlisle started.

"Carlisle" I said.

I took the last pull of my blunt and put it out. With that I turned and walked back into the house.