author's note:
Hi! I love that you're all enjoying this story. Thank you so much for reviewing, it always makes me want to post more.
I just wanted to tell you that I try to post very frequently, because (personally) I hate it when writers take a week or more to continue their fics.
Mine is almost already done, also, thanks to my dear friend Smarie500, for being such an awesome beta, and for having written most of this chapter.
How she loves writing angst! lol

Gone, I thought again as I opened my eyes in the early morning. Dawn was just approaching. I had not been sleeping though, I had only lost myself in a daze. For the last three days I had not slept, I had just closed my eyes to see if I could find my lost sleep again. Everything seemed darker now, depressing. She was gone, she left. Where could she be? Why did she leave? These thoughts occupied much of my time of the day. I hadn't been to work in the last three days either, I just couldn't concentrate on anything anymore. Whatever she wanted and she was looking for, by running away, it was obviously not here in Jacksonville.

I got out of bed and went downstairs. I made some coffee and sat at the kitchen table, staring back at the dark liquid in my cup. Nothing could ever replace her. I had hope though, that she would come back. Why does everyone that I love leave? Stop it Bella, I thought. These depressive thoughts weren't doing me any good. I had to get out of this house. But I couldn't find the strength to move from that kitchen chair. I sipped my coffee quietly. I closed my eyes, too tired to even sit.

I was sort of slipping into the same character I was when... he left. I shook my head as tears ran down my cheeks for the millionth time in the last three days. The first time he left, because he didn't love me, then he came back, and killed my husband. It was all my fault though, I betrayed him. I tried to get him off my mind by sleeping with Daniel -my husband. My dead husband.

Looking out the window I noticed everything seemed unmoving, too still, like I was stuck in the middle of time. How unnerving and how guilty I was, Isabeli's father had been murdered, because of me. Nature seemed to blame me too, I hadn't felt a breeze move through the house in a long time. Isabeli had left, and she didn't even know it was all my fault.

This house felt so empty. Too empty. I felt so alone. What I am supposed to do? I kept sobbing in the same spot. I wanted my daughter back. I needed her. She was what gave me strength to live. To move on from the tragic event that occurred four years ago.

In less than two weeks. It would be four years, since my husband's murder. It couldn't have come at a worst time. Pushing my cup away I buried my face in my arms on the table. The sobbing didn't stop for about an hour and I went upstairs to shower. The cold shower calmed my sobs and gave me back my senses.

I walked past Isabeli's room. I hadn't been in there for three long days. I stepped through the door and sat on her bed. Tears rolled down again as I looked around her room. I didn't want to touch anything. I wanted to leave it all as it was. Cleaning up was admitting defeat, it was admitting that she might not come back. Looking at her closet, I noticed a box on the small space at the top. I had never seen that box before. I reached up to grab it and sat back down on the bed. It was heavy. Curiosity got the best of me and I opened it slowly. When I looked inside, all my hope fell to the pits of hell. Tears fell down again.

Vampires, I thought. Everything from old stories, to theories off the internet were piled in that box. I shook my head and threw the box against the wall. This couldn't be her fate. My daughter after vampires. I couldn't believe it. This must be what she was looking for, she obviously wasn't going to find them here in sunny Jacksonville. I ran downstairs and grabbed my personal phonebook. I quickly found the number I was looking for and dialed. Please pick up, please pick up, I thought over and over with my eyes closed hanging on to all hope.

"Hello?," a voice answered on the other side.

"Alice? It's Bella," I replied.

"I know," she added.