Hey everyone! Thank you soooo much for the support from all of you! Here is chapter two, I hope you enjoy it! Someone did ask me if they were going to age throughout the story and the answer is yes, the will. Enjoy!

P.S. Bella's bracelet and dress are on my profile!

A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.

It was snowing outside on December 26, 1996, the day after Christmas, the day of Bella's funeral. They never found her body, just her multicolored butterfly bracelet and blood…a lot of blood. They searched from sun up to sundown, but with the amount of blood they found, they couldn't ignore it. The pronounced her dead at 8:33 p.m. on Christmas night.

Her presents sat unopened under the unlit Christmas tree, her pink Barbie tooth brush remained in the Scooby-Doo toothbrush holder, her room remained spotless-her bed made perfectly- and her bedroom door remained closed. Everyone sat quietly downstairs, too sad to speak. The entire town of Forks was standing in the Swan home.

As much as one tries, death is never understood and even though people get better at smiling after a loved one has died, they never get over it. There was a hole in Edward's heart the size of a fist. The pain was unbearable. He's barley said two words since they pronounced her dead. He hasn't sleep, he won't eat and he refuses to cry.

She saw him from across the room and smiled sadly at him. She taught both of them for 5 months, she knew they were close, and she knew he was hurting more than she was. She walked over to him, but he didn't notice her. He didn't notice anything.

"Edward," she whispered bending down until she was on his level. "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I know you two were close and I just wanted to let you know, I'm here for you."

When he looked at her, his eyes were dead. The sparkle that was once in his green eyes was gone. He didn't say a word as he stood up and walked away. Mrs. James stood up and stared after him. She couldn't imagine the burden he was carrying and she wanted to help him, but he wouldn't let anyone close enough to help.

She walked the halls, looking at the photos. Bella on her third birthday, Bella and Emmett Christmas morning 1990. There was even a picture with Bella and her mother when Bella was only two. It was a beautiful picture. Bella was sitting in Renee's lap crying and looking at her scraped up knee. Renee had her arms wrapped around Bella's body as she gentle shushed the child. The tears began to fall as she stared at the pictures.

A loud knock echoed throughout the silent room. Esme opened the front door with a gasp. "Hello Esme," a soft voice sounded.

"Renee your here," Esme said quietly in disbelief/

"Of course," Renee said simple brushing past Esme and walking into the living room. Phil followed her like a little puppy. Everyone looked at her as she entered.

Renee was a lot like Edward. She hadn't shed a tear for her lost child. The difference was that Edward was suffering every second of every minute of every day. Renee was just heartless.

"Renee?" Charlie said in surprise as he stood up and walked towards her. It was 6 p.m. on December 26 1996. Isabella Swan's casket was buried approximately two hours ago, so why was Renee just getting there? "Why are you here?"

Renee scoffed and rolled her eyes. "She was my child too Charlie." Phil wrapped his arm around Renee.

"Where were you two hours ago? When we buried a casket filled with her things?"

"I didn't come here to be questioned Charlie. We left our vacation spot early and flew all the way here. We were on the plane for hours and were tired and jet lagged and I do not need this shit," Renee huffed getting angrier by the second-honestly thinking she was the victim.

"Oh boo fucking hoo!" Emmett hissed marching over until he was in his mother's face. "Poor Renee, the selfish bitch had to stop thinking about herself and her perfect husband, and her perfect life. We should all feel bad. How could we be so selfish to mourn this poor nine year old child whose last moments were horrible. You are such a bitch, and God how much I hate you Renee. I-" But Emmett cut off as soon as he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked up at Esme, her face was unreadable. She gave him a sad smile before glaring towards Renee.

"I forgive you for leaving this family Renee and I forgive you for not contacting them, but I will not condone you showing up here, all prised up like you were going to a funeral and not your daughter's funeral and then complain about you being the victim. If you are going to be like that, just leave."

"Excuse me? You have no say in my house Esme." She spat her name.

"To hell it is! You left! You haven't contacted your children in 6 months! You canceled out on Christmas with them so you can go somewhere with your boyfriend. Don't you realize your child is dead?" The room was quiet, all eyes were on Renee. "She was murdered Renee, her last moments weren't happy ones. They were filled with loneliness and pain. I can't even begin to comprehend what she was feeling."

Renee's eyes were filled with tears-real tears- as the truth finally settled in. Her daughter was murdered. Only nine years old, already gone. Memories passed through her mind. Her pregnant with Bella, rubbing her swollen belly and singing softly. The day Bella was born, when she first held her. Her brown eyes looked up at her in wonder. The day Bella broke her arm when she was three. Tucking Bella into bed, reading her stories, comforting her after a bad dreams, the look on her face as she watched her mother get into that taxi-it was the last time Bella saw her mother. She was five.

"I think you should leave Renee. And to save Charlie and Emmett some pain, don't come back." Renee turned and walked towards the door, trying to save what little dignity she had left. She looked at everyone in the small living room. No one was watching her. She wasn't the center of attention. She double checked to make sure no one was looking and slipped up the stairs.

"Renee? Honey what are you doing? They said to leave, and I'd rather not stay in this country hick town any longer then I have to." Phil whispered.

"Shut up. We're not staying long. I just need to see something." Her bedroom door was the first door on the left. Everything from her walls, to her comforter, to the rug in the middle of her small room was purple. The room had changed since Renee las saw it. Her bed was bigger, her toy were gone-which was strange. In their place was hundred of books. Renee felt a pain in her chest at how little she knew hew daughter. She got her Barbie dolls and pink clothing. Bella didn't like either.

Renee walked over to the dresser next to Bella's bed. There hung a black velvet Christmas dress. It had a bow on the waist and flower decorations on the bottom half. She held the dress and began to cry softly. For the first time, Renee was actually crying. Phil was trying to comfort her, but didn't know how. He wasn't good with emotions.

"Bella loved that dress." Renee looked up to see Emmett in the door way. He face was cold his posture was rigid. "Esme bought it for her. They were Christmas shopping and Bella saw it. Esme said she's never seen her eyes light up that fast at anything but books. She went the next day and bought it for her. She never got to wear it."

"Emmett-" Renee sobbed but was interrupted.

"I don't want your apologies of excuses Renee. I want you to get the fuck out of my house."

Renee stood up, placing the dress back where she got it and left. Everyone was watching as she walked down the stairs. No one said anything or offered any comfort to her as she left. Emmett glared at her until she was out of the house. Renee didn't call or write for two years after that. When she finally sent him a card with forty dollars in it for his fifteenth birthday, he ripped the card up with out reading it and gave the money to his father.

Renee tried to write letters, send e-mails, call, everything. Emmett didn't answer, Charlie made excuses. Shortly after Emmett's seventeenth birthday she stopped.

Slowly the crowd broke up, until it was just the Swans, the Cullens, and the Hales left in the small living room. It was quiet. The light outside became dark as they sat there. Even though there were nine people in the living room, it looked so empty, so bare. Their faces were masked, each and everyone of them.

Emmett felt anger. He couldn't seem to control in and wished more then anything that his step father was still here. He could have a little "heart-to-heart" with him that would calm his anger a little.

Rosalie was scared. Her entire life, things have been mellow, and up until her and Emmett lost their virginity to one another, uneventful. Now the world around her was crashing down. How could this happen? That one question stayed in her head constantly.

Alice was in shock. Her best friend, her sister, her field trip buddy, her P.E. partner. They've done everything together. They learned to walk on the same day, learned to talk on the same day. The countless sleepovers, the innocent secrets. Everything...every memory. The sobs over powered her small form. Esme held onto her small child, trying to offer comfort to her.

Jasper was lost. He's always been able to channel peoples emotions and right now he was channeling 8 other people's emotion. He was lost and confused and with everyone's emotions swarming around, didn't really know what he was feeling or how he could help.

Edward...he was numb.

Sooo sorry for the wait guys. I've been trying to figure out what direction I wanted to take for this story. I wanted to make the chapter longer, but I was going to do a time jump. The next chapter jumps 5 ½ years. Enjoy! :)

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