They were about an hour away from Phoenix. Edward turned to Bella and asked, "What do you want to do first once we get there?"

Bella was still staring out the windshield with a glazed over look that she held on her face since she finished going through the scrapbook, "I guess we could do a small drive-by at her house to see if they still live there," she answered motionlessly. "If they don't, we won't bother whoever lives there. If they do, we still won't bother them. I just want to know," she still spoke in a monotone.

Edward hated seeing her like this, but he knew that she just needed to know what happened, then she could get better, "Then what?" he asked quietly.

"Then we could go into the Hall of Records to see if there is any extra information on her. Then maybe the library to see if she was in any news clippings if we still haven't found anything." She was desperate to know any bit of information about her. She needed to know everything she could. "Do we have a laptop I could use right now?" she wanted to see if she could read the online journal now.

Edward reached behind the seat and got it out from the pocket behind the passenger seat and gave it to her. She took it, loaded it up and quickly typed in the website address. It was just a website where anyone had the chance to make their own personal journal online with a ton of security measures to be sure it was safe. It was mainly used for teens.

Bella took a breath and typed in the username and password. It worked. She was able to access the journal and read it as if it was a real book that Bella B designed. She turned it to the first page where it was just a message for Bella from Bella.

'Dear journal,

'Wow that sounds extremely corny! Let me start over. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

'Heeeyyyyyyyyyyyy!

'That's better ;) Anyhow, this journal is being brought to life by Mirabella Sapphire Brooks. Ugh, I hate that name! This is being created so that I can share all of my happy events that took place for you to read my sister Bella. I found this the day before you left and I was going to tell you about it on the actual day you left but considering the way we left our last conversation, I didn't think it would be the best thing to do. If you're reading it now, thank you for going through the scrapbook. I'm just glad you found it because I sent it for Charlie to give it to you and I had my doubts if he could even remember it, you of all people should understand that logic. So by all means, read on because this is only going to be read by you because it is only for you. I will not go over what I wrote in here and I will not be editing anything at all. If I feel like putting any pictures on here, there will be a link to go to and if there is a video I want to put on here, there will be a link to . One more thing. Once you're done reading this, I want you to add your own entry and I will get an e-mail notification that you did. Once I get it, maybe we could bridge the gap that grew in between us.

'Enjoy!

'Love Bella B.'

Bella sighed and continued to read through the journal. Bella B just treated it like a real journal that she updated every other day or so. There was stuff about school dances, vacations, band stuff, dance stuff, boy stuff, and for a while there was some boyfriend stuff and taking it a bit far. After a while, she started updating less and less.

Bella got to the last entry. She again took a deep breath, that offered no relief, and read on.

'Hey. I'm sorry for breaking my sort of promise that I made in the beginning. I said that I was going to put the happy events in here, nothing more, nothing less. Unfortunately, I have to take that back. This will be my very last entry. Believe me when I say it's not because you didn't add your own entry around the time you were supposed to receive the scrapbook, which was at high school graduation. I could blame Charlie for that ;). Sigh, no, it's for another reason. I can't tell you exactly why because it's just too hard to put it all in words. All that I can tell you is that this will be the last time you will ever hear from me. You will never hear about my mom and you will never hear about my dad. What happened to them? They're dead. My mom expired a while after you left which I wouldn't have mentioned because it's obviously not happy and not something I was allowed to write about. My dad? He was killed. A few hours ago. What will happen to me? All I can say is that I'm done with it all.

'Good bye. Sorry.

'Mirabella Sapphire Brooks.'

Freeze. Reread. Freeze again. What the hell happened? It just changed. The page right before that was from two days previously where she posted a video with her friends in New York from a vacation they were on the previous week. How could she do this? How could she just change the whole mood? No. She can't do that. There must be more.

Nope.

That was it.

She was right.

No more after that.

Edward broke Bella from her trance of staring at the computer screen in disbelief with wide eyes and mouth slightly hung open. "Where was her house?" he asked in a blank voice. He read the last entry too. "We're reaching city limits."

Bella turned off the laptop and stared straight at the road. It was night now and the street lamps were on. She gave him the address in a voice just as blank as his, maybe even more so.

Edward went to where it was. They did a drive-by and saw a mini-van unloading multiple kids from a late night soccer game. She wasn't there. They went to the Hall of Records slipping in without being seen. They searched for an hour for anything about Bella or what happened to her family. They only found an old case file about the murder of Mr. Brooks. The furthest they got was finding evidence that the killer was possibly Bella, but there was no motive as far as they were concerned and no really convincing proof enough to pin her to it. There was nothing about Bella. No birth certificate, no enrollment papers into the old dance studio she used to go to, nothing. The last thing they found in there that could almost prove existence of Bella B was the death certificate of Mrs. Brooks which was caused by suicide. Nothing else.

After the Hall of Records, they went to the library. They snuck in after it was closed and searched for the old copies of the news papers. Bella found the one that she really wanted which was the report of Mr. Brooks' death. It didn't give them any more information. It ended with the fact that his only daughter is now pronounced missing. No sign of her. She just disappeared.

They went back to the car. Alice called and asked if they were coming back because she knew that there was no point in searching anymore. Edward gave her a simple 'yes' and hung up.

There was nothing more. Mirabella Sapphire Brooks was gone and there would be no way of hearing about her again in the mortal world unless blessed by a complete miracle. As far as anyone knew, she was dead.

Edward looked at Bella who was just staring out the passenger window in silence. She looked back at him feeling his eyes on her. She looked down into her lap and opened her mind to him. It was enough for Edward to know that she could move on with the fact that her Bella B was always thinking about her and about being friends again. Her sister never forgot about her. She always had a friend in her, and now, Bella will never forget her again.

She had enough sister love to last her an eon and more, right? That was all she needed now.

Sorry this one took so long to upload. I've been busy with life if you can believe that. Anyway, just to let you know, the next part, when I upload it, is why I rated this story M. If you don't like violence, skip to the very end of the last part. I will have a summery for you for you fragile minds. Thanks for reading and please leave a review!! Goodbye and stay classy!!!! ;)