"What did you say?" Sam demanded. The question went unanswered as I closed my eyes and tried to recall my name or anything about me really. I wasn't even sure if this was the way I acted or not. 'Come on, thinkthink. Why can't I remember anything?' I frowned and scrunched up my eyebrows while I went deep into thought. The guys' and Emily's voices were distant as I fell more and more into the pure blackness that was now my life. Soon, I fell asleep from the mental exhaustion that I brought upon myself.
Running through the forest, running from something. What is it? I'm looking for something, but what? A shock passes through my body. I look back, I fall, and then black. "Sam, we shouldn't be doing this. What if she catches us, then she'll never trust us." Seth. "Calm down Seth. Nothing bad is going to happen." Sam."Aha! I found a passport. Addison Roberts is the name of our mystery girl." Jared. "Good job Jared. Now check if there's anything threatening." Sam again. "Sam, there's really no need for that. What can be so threatening about this girl? Besides she doesn't even remember anything. We just have to wait till Carlisle comes." Ah, Emily. Of course she trusts me unlike everyone else, besides Seth that is. I wonder why? Ughh my head hurts even more. "Hey! Don't look through that! It's a journal. What if there are personal things in there?" 'Well, at least Seth is trying to protect my privacy. I guess I better get up to stop them. Wait….journal and they said passport before too! That means I was carrying something!' "Seth, will you stop worrying we're just checking to see if there is anything dangerous." Jacob. Ok, now I have to get up before they find out something important before I do. I slowly opened my eyes to stare up at the ceiling. The white paint was slowly chipping off, and I thought about to before I fainted. Was the house old? Why am I getting frustrated with myself for not getting a better look at my surroundings? "The writing looks like it's in a code." I immediately shot up and yelled, "Stop looking at my things!" I turned to them, but everything was spinning. I groaned lightly as I held my head. I clenched my eyes shut as I heard footsteps approached me. I felt big, warm hands on my shoulders as I slowly looked up into beautiful brown eyes. "Are you ok, Addison?" I opened my mouth to answer him, but froze as the name echoed in my head. "Addison? Is that my name?" It didn't sound right for some reason. "Yeah, that's the name that was on the passport." Seth looked at me carefully to see my reaction I guess to my name. As I stared up into his eyes I saw the concern in them. 'Why would he be concerned for me? He doesn't even know me?' I looked at him questionably and was about to ask a question when Sam interrupted me. "Does that name not sound familiar?" As I thought about it did actually sound familiar just not right. "No it does. I guess no one actually said my name in a while." I turned my head to look at the table to see a vaguely familiar black and red backpack with the contents spilled with the guys around it. I stood up and softly pushed Seth away. I walked past the guys and stood in front of the table. The things looked so familiar, but then again it didn't. There were clothes, bathroom essentials, a map, a wallet, two more journals, and some ancient weird looking stuff. "Hey, do you understand this?" I looked up to Embry to see him holding the journal he was reading before to me. I slowly took it from him and searched through the contents. To any normal person it may have looked like gibberish, so I was surprised to see that Embry looked past that. Just by looking at it I could read it. It said:
Jasey,
There's not much time. They're after you. They saw past my illusions, so you need to run. Now! As I am writing this I am planning my escape. Contact me as soon as you're safe. Send the signal if you are having trouble I will send the boys to help you. So go now my daughter. Be fast! Be safe! But most of all be smart! And don't be afraid to use your powers.
Love,
Your Father
I don't know how long I stood staring at that piece of paper. I had a father and possibly some brothers. Also this journal or journals were the keys to my memory. 'At least, this answered one of my questions. I was being chased. But by who? Maybe there's more information.' I looked up and stared at everyone. 'For some reason I don't think I should tell them about this. I feel like this has to be a secret.' "So, do you understand it?" I looked towards Sam, who had a suspicious look on his face. 'What should I do?' My mind was in a whirlwind. I opened my mouth to say something, but stop when I heard a car door slam. 'Thank my sweet honey pie.' I sigh inwardly in relief as a knock sounded throughout the house. 'Time to meet the doctor.'