Twilight and New Moon belong to Stephenie Meyer

Enjoy chapter 4! It's a little longer than the last one :)

I walked off of the plane in Jacksonville. The flight had been, for the most part, pretty boring. They had shown some mushy romantic movie that had me wanting to throw up at ten thousand feet in the air. Thank God for earplugs.

As I walked through the airport searching for my mom, I thought back to my parting with Charlie. Neither of us were much for the showing of emotional outbursts. So we simply hugged and he had whispered to me.

"I hope you feel better soon Bells. I'll miss you." I nodded to him and said,

"You know, you've been the best Dad a girl could hope for." He blushed a bright red and smiled. I had meant it. He was there when I thought that life held no more meaning, and he had stood by me. Even now, letting me go was hard, but he was doing it because he knew it was best for me.

We quick hugged again, and then I had gotten on the plane. It took me until after we got into the air to figure out that I may never see him again, because I had no intentions of ever going back to Forks. I had shed a tear, but then stared out the window.

From this point onward, I had told myself, you are starting a new life. The past is behind you, and there's nothing you can do about it. Remember the times fondly if you must, but don't dwell on them. Move on, forget if nessesary.

So as I wound my way through the crowd, I repeated those words in my head. This is your new life, live in the future, not in your memories.

A few yards away I heard someone yelling my name. I looked over to see my mom and Phil both waving at me. I walked over and after the hugs and greetings, we picked up my bags and walked out into the Jacksonville sun.

And already I felt better. The sun, it was something I felt like I hadn't seen in forever, it was something new. This was something that I definitely wanted to have in my new life. I smiled the entire way that Phil drove us home.

As I walked into the house I was struck by the simplicity of it. I remembered my mom telling me about it once, saying it was just like a house from a movie. And it was, just like one of those 50's TV shows where the mom works in the kitchen wearing an apron and high heels, and the dad returns from his hard day of work with his briefcase. I laughed at the crazy idea of my mother in the kitchen and Phil carrying a briefcase.

My mom showed me upstairs to my room, which had formerly been the guestroom. She sat down on the bead and looked at me.

"Bella, your dad tells me that, while you were getting better, you still weren't doing very well. Is this move really want you want?" she asked me with worry in her eyes, most likely remembering my tantrum last time they tried to get me to move.

"Don't worry, mom. This is really what I want. This is where I need to be right now." I said, and smiled for reassurance. She got up and hugged me and said,

"Then why don't I help you to unpack, okay?"

I sighed. Charlie wouldn't have done this, in fact he hadn't. But then I stopped myself from thinking about the past. I just looked at my mom with a tired expression and asked,

"If you don't mind mom, I'd really like to unpack by myself. You know, just have some time to think. I'll admit this was really sudden, even if it was my idea." She smiled and nodded and walked toward the door.

"Call me if you need anything." And she smiled and walked out. I looked around my new room. The walls were and off white, and the ceiling was a dark blue. The bed, on the same wall as the door, just to the right, had covers that matched the ceiling, and the pillows were a crisp white. You could tell that this room wasn't used often, because it was much to clean. On the opposite wall were two windows looking out to the driveway. Apparently my room was all the way at the end of the hall. I opened the closet on the left side of the room and began placing my clothes on the hangers and shelves.

As I was unpacking I found the album. Looking at it, my hands shook. This was the actual physical embodiment of my past. Should I throw it out now, or burn it or something? This was everything I was running from.

But no. I placed it in the farthest reaches of the closet, along with the CD, where I would never run across it by accident. Best case scenario, I would never see it again and I would forget everything. Worst case scenario, the album would somehow end up opened in my lap, his eyes gazing out of the page into mine.

I wasn't quite sure which scenario I wanted more.

So yeah, I'll admit this chapter was kinda fluff. But have no fear! I have the next chapter planned out, and things are going to get interesting! Oops, did I just give you a cliffhanger? As always comments are greatly appreciated, even critisism! Thanks to those who have been commenting!