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The last few weeks were bliss, utter bliss that was beyond describing. I couldn't understand how someone so perfect and wonderful and beautiful and fantastic could love me, just plain old me. The difference between the two of us was so vast that I wondered why I was even able to look at him, it should be a crime against humanity to be able to hypnotise someone with just his look. Not that I was complaining of course, I was insanely happy. It was so easy to be myself around Jacob and I found my self telling him all my secrets, even those that weren't mine, but of course, being a werewolf, he already knew about the Cullen's. He was never angry though, he just always shrugged it off, saying that it was all in the past.

Time seemed to fly by us and when Jacob's sisters came down for the Christmas holidays, almost nothing changed but the ever growing amount of food that Emily and I cooked. Paul seemed completely entranced by Rachel, but that was to be expected and not just because she was very pretty, imprinting usually did that to a person. Rebecca also looked as if she was enjoying her self but I was always slightly hesitant to talk to her, she looked as if there was some thing inside of her, eating away all her happiness, just waiting for her to find an escape and be released.

Her escape came one day from the Seattle police. They contacted us and told us to come down to the police station.

The ride was quiet. Too quiet. I shifted nervously from side to side next to a worried Jacob. I couldn't stand to see him in pain.

I reached over to touch his face, "Jake, its going to be alright, don't worry," I tried to reassure him. He nodded and pulled me closely against his warm chest. His whole family knew that we were together; it was slightly hard to hide.

"Bella," he whispered to me, fear evident in his normally smiling eyes.

"Yes," I had trouble saying the words so I nodded as well to let him know that I had heard him.

"Just promise me this one thing, Bella," he stroked my hair and looked into my eyes.

"Jacob, you know that I'll promise you anything, what's wrong?" I hated seeing him like this; it was as if he was being torn apart by some unknown being, much like Rebecca, but this time it was worry, not sadness.

"Promise me that no matter you'll always stay with me, no matter how horrible I act, you have to know that I'll always love you and I would never do anything to hurt you." He vowed. It was so powerful that I had even more trouble answering him than I had before, so I took the safe option and kissed him softly on the lips, sealing my promise. "I hope that wasn't the kiss of death," he joked, but I knew that he understand its meaning.

When we got out of the car there was an unusual heaviness to the air that I had never felt around my new family. They were all as worried and confused and Jacob was.

The police station was blue and white, but mostly white. It looked like an insane asylum and I immediately thought of Alice, being stuck in that place for years at a time. Could this be it? Had Rebecca gone crazy? She never really seemed like the sanest person, but I would never classify her as insane.

"We like to warn families that what they are about to see will be very distressing and we would prefer it if you could stay calm so we can help you," he police man said in an uptight manner, but I could see that he really meant it, so I nodded to him, hoping I wasn't the only one.

We entered a tiny room with a large window covered by a curtain on one side and a recording device pressed up against the wall. I remembered the crime shows on T.V. where they have taken some one in as a suspect and they always had a room like this. Was she a suspect? What crime? Did she do it? Numerous questions clouded my mind as i tried to sort through and figure out what happened to her.

He pulled up the curtain and on the other side was her. But it wasn't her. She was still and had a slightly blue tinge. I tried to think of the last time I saw Rebecca, she didn't look sick. Why was she lying down? Was she even breathing? It didn't look like it. Why was she here? I tried to remember if I had ever seen someone look like that on the crime shows, and then it hit me. I had seen people look like that, but they were always dead. She was dead?

Dead.

That simple word that I couldn't comprehend.

Died.

Past tense, not dying, or will die, dying or will die meant that there still may be some hope.

Dead.

Died?

Killed?

Murdered?

Natural causes?

All these words were so similar in meaning. They all meant that she was no longer. The flame inside of her was put out. She was no more. All gone. Like the spell bounding movie that you don't ever want to finish, she was finished.

Gone.

No more.

Never again.

Was it really never again? Would she be happy where ever she was? Or was she no where? Was she simply stuck in the space in between spaces? Was she at the pearly gates? Or at the mouth of hell? Did she miss us? Did she remember us? Did she remember who she was?

Who was she?

Did I know?

Did anyone know?

Did I want to know?

What did I want to know?

Why did I need knowledge? Did it really mean anything to me? Was knowledge just a path way to unhappyness? After all, Rebecca is the most intellegent person I know, well, knew.

How did it happen?

Who's fault was it?

Was it her fault or mine? I had never considered my self as someone who made a large inpact on peoples lives so it couldn't have been my fault. So who would want her dead?

Was it God's will or the devil's?

Who was god?

Did I need him?

Did he exist?

"Bella! Bella! Baby please talk to me," I head Jake's worried voice and decided, yes there was a god. He is my God. I think...

"Jake, are you god?" I asked lamely, not aware of what I was saying.

"Come here Bella, don't worry, its all alright, it will all be alright," it seemed contradictory, he brother of the dead girl comforting the one person who knew her the least.

"What happened?" I whispered, slightly afraid of the answer I was going to receive.

"She killed herself, an overdose on sleeping tablets," he explained bluntly, not wanting me to be angry at him for not telling me, he knew me all too well.

"Oh," I mouthed. Then I couldn't see anything. Had I feinted? Wow.

Ok, I'm sorry about the depression of this chapter, but it had to be done. Hope fully you will like it...

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