All recognizable content within this story are completely and utterly NOT mine. Only Abigale Denise Swan belongs to me.

Changed up how things turned out. Hope you guys don't care.


Dad was in hysterics. Bella was gone, she missed curfew, she was supposed to be home hours ago. I need to come home immediately.

An exasperated sigh escaped my lips. I'm really glad I was done with practice, it would royally suck if I had to run bleachers because Bella decided to break curfew to screw around with her porcelain-complexioned boo-thang.

I didn't realize how wrong I after I was dropped off at the house.

Dad had called in the whole damn town. Two police cruisers and a mob stood outside our small home, Officer Charlie Swan at the head of it all.

Pushing past the majority of the Forks and La Push population (or what felt like it, anyway) I found my dad at the front, pale and a crippling worry evident in his eyes.

"Tell me how I can help." I demanded, pulling my jacket closer to my body, bright blue basketball shorts looking awfully weird in this cold weather.

My dad looked over at me and gave a relieved smile at me, before going back to business.

Apparently, and I found this out later, Edward and his family had moved, and Edward was gone with them. I paled. She was probably doing something she's going to regret.

Or not.

Oh God, I'm terrible. I thought she was off screwing her Porcelin-skined-and-seriously-creepy-boo-thang. She probably jumped off a cliff.

I hope she wasn't wearing my boots, that's what she wore today.

Focus Abigale.

The search party split into five separate groups, me going with Harry and some other boys from the reservation. I think one of their names were Quail or something.

We searched hours in the cold rain, scouring the entirety of the dark forest, screaming my sister's name.

She's dead. And if she isn't, I'm going to kill her. Slowly, and without mercy. It's freezing, and running from your problems doesn't solve shit.

That's kinda harsh, maybe I'll just yell at her and throw rocks again, that seems to be the extent of our conversations lately anyway.

Focus Abigale.

Suddenly, my foot caught on something, and I landed face first in the mud.

Picking my face from the ground I looked to see a form curled in the fetal position, soaked to the bone and pale as a ghost, but easily recognizable.

"I found her!" I yelled over to Harry and the other kid, and turned back to my sister.

"Hey...Bella?" I said in a hushed voice, putting my hand on her shoulder. She was shivering, her teeth chattering and her entire body shaking violently. She said something so softly, I never would have heard it if I wasn't so close.

"H-h-he's gone…"