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Don't mess with pregnant people. It's a well known fact(: Can you guys tell me how Melody looks like to you when you read my story? I 'm very curious.

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok
I miss you

When You're Gone, by Avril Lavigne

Chapter 38

"Maybe we shouldn't watch these anymore..." Natasha said nervously, watching my blank face.

"No! I'm fine! Promise.." I disagreed, springing out of my seat.

"Melody! You just saw your mother say something suicidal!" Natasha cried, pointing at the blank Television with the controller.

I bit my bottom lip and looked at the ceiling, "Fine, we won't watch this anymore." I sighed, and walked to the T.V. I smirked as I reached for the play button, wanting to see more of this tape. Amazingly, nothing came. Only a black emotion that swallowed me up, but it found nothing. Nothing but emptiness. The tears will probably catch up with me later.

Before I could even press the button, the controller was whacked against my head. My hand flew up to the back of my head and I whipped around. "What the hell was that for?" I cried, scowling at Natasha.

"Change the tape, or I'll throw something else at you" Natasha threatened. She meant nothing bad, she was just looking out for me.

I stomped my feet and inserted a different tape. Natasha and I prepared for the next video, hoping this one wasn't as heart breaking as the first one.

-o-o-o- My Baby -o-o-o-

Bella was seated on a worn out couch, a sleeping baby cradled in her arms. I noticed where she was instantly, she was at Charlie's' house. Probably visiting.

Her hair was up in a ponytail and she was looking at the baby lovingly. "Oh, such a pretty, pretty baby. Arent' you?... Yes you are, yes you are" She cooed quitely, brushing back the few strands of hair.

"Bella, are you going to tell him?" Charlie asked, his voice gaurded. It hurt to hear his voice, and once again the same black emotion looked for a tender spot to make me cry. It found nothing. Because I was empty of all my happy emotions.

Bella's head whipped up and her eyes were full of hurt, "No" She answered flatly, "He doesn't deserve to know"

"But Bells, you have to tell him someday!" Charlie argued, exasperated.

"Yes, and that day won't come anytime soon" Bella retorted, snuggling the baby lovingly. "He left me, yes, but he gave me Melody. And I'm keeping her all to myself"

"But what if she asks who her father is?" Charlie questioned, smugly.

Bella stayed silent, as she watched her baby sleep peacefully. "I'll just tell her he died" She shrugged, kissing the baby's cheek.

"Alright then, what if you do tell her he died and when she's older she finds out he's still alive!" Charlie challenged, sounding very frustrated. I guess he really did want Edward to know.

"But that will be a long time from now! And if he finds out sooner, and I found out you told him! I will-" She was going to continue barking, but the baby stared whimpering.

"Awe... Melody, shh... Mamma is here" Bella said soothingly, rocking her arms back and forth. The baby snuggled into her chest, but continued whimpering.

"Dad, could you hand me the bottle?" Bella asked, her voice still a coo. She kissed the baby's head, tenderly. "Shh... Mamma is here, it'll be alright" She hushed.

"Yea, sure" Charlie grunted and the video was shut off.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

"Awwww!" Natasha cried, slapping my arm playfully. "See your mom loved you!"

"Yea, she used to.." I mumbled, heaving myself out of the chair.

"Oh Melody, you were such a cute baby!" Natasha teased, flicking hair out of her eyes.

"Yea, yea" I laughed, reaching for the other tape. Then my eye caught something. I faced the door and looked at it, puzzled. "Was that open before?" I asked Natasha, but more to myself.

"I don't think so, my dad closed it on his way out" Natasha answered as I walked towards it.

I swung it all the way open and gasped when Bella and Edward were across the hall. She was sitting there, her arms wrapped around her legs and her forehead resting on her knees. Edward's arm was around her and he looked at me, distraught.

"Charly, I'm so sorry..." Bella whispered, looking up.

"What did you just call me?" I demanded breathlessly, in complete shock.

Edward answered instead of Bella, "She watched the two videos and her memories seem to rush back to her"

"I'm so sorry!" Bella whimpered, reaching for my hand. I pulled away, but I was confused why. This is what I wanted, wasn't it? I wanted my mother to remember me, but why did I still feel broken. Why?

"You've already damaged me, Bella. I don't want you as my mother. You and Edward already broke me, millions and millions of times" I said flatly, my face expressionless. I felt like I could hear Bella's dead heart break from my words. And that hurt me more.

For some reason, I started running. And I didn't even know it. I ran away from my parents. I knew they loved me, but why didn't I feel better? Bella already remembers who I am, but my heart was still in pieces. Why?...