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Self Discovery;

The dreams continued, every night there would be a new dream but instead of seeing what I thought was the past I was now seeing the future – I think. There was no Sofia but there was me, it felt so strange to see my self so clearly, so vivid, so real.

The dreams them selves were not extraordinary but what made them so special was how very ordinary they actually were, they took place at college, at work, the Cullen's home, the river and so many more places each and every one of them more special and all because of who I was with…Edward.

He was beyond all my expectations, he was gorgeous sure but every dream I spent with him I learnt more. He loved music, classical the most but he appreciated the darker side of the "up to date" music which I always teased was so very emo of him he would always laugh. Ahh that laugh it was amazing the way his face came out slightly crooked and his beautiful topaz eyes would glisten with joy.

I hated waking up.

The only problem was the more I dreamt about him and his family the more I was sure that Sofia was trying to show me what they were like so I would know each of them before we met. But I could never be sure – is this really what they are like? Edward seemed so at ease almost free but from reading his journals he appeared broken, a shell of a man after Sofia was killed, how could that be him? Did Alice actually like shopping as much as I dreamed? I've always loved shopping, I like the feeling when you buy something new and then go and find a place for it when you get home but after spending a week of dreaming of never ending shopping I didn't love it so much.

There were other thoughts also did they really look like that or was it my interpretation to Edward's words? Was Sofia really showing me these things or was I actually going mad and making it all up? And why had he not written anything of his time with Sofia, all the time I had read his journal it was pre Sofia and post Sofia? These questions whirled around and around in my head aggravating me to no end.

My aggravation was showing; everyone at home had felt it rolling off of me. I spent a lot of time in my room – reading- or I would go out for a run, solitary things. I just wish I could put these voices in my head at rest was I right or wrong? I know it shouldn't bother me it had been a long time since the Cullen's had been here and from what happened the last time I very much doubted they would be back any time this side of the century, but really how long can doubt sit in your mind before it becomes all consuming. About 3 weeks.

I woke after yet another blissful dream, and dragged my self to the shower. Today I went with banana shampoo and conditioner with a peach body wash and moisturiser. The two fragrances shouldn't have worked well together but it smelt so very exotic, it was there brushing me teeth thinking about my recent purchases that I had made my decision. I wasn't exactly what made me think of it but suddenly I was so mad at my self for not thinking of it sooner. If the parents did charity work then there would be some kind of photos of them especially with Carlisle being a doctor, I could go check the library the documents went way back, Mrs Wells hated to throw things away so she stored every piece of information that had ever passed through those huge solid wood doors.

I flew out of the bathroom and back to my room, growling as I attempted to find my hair brush – my room seriously needed to be tidied – I found it lying under a strategically placed slipper if I hadn't have stood on it and felt the tops of the brush dig into my feet I might have never found it. Giving up on drying my hair I brushed it through quickly and tied it in a wet loose knot at the back of my neck. I decided on a pair of dark fitted jeans and a nice ruby red V necked sweater with a tanned leather jacket and to finish the look a pair of black pumps – always a good idea for people who fall over thin air.

I grabbed my bag on the way out of the room and went head first down the stairs, I landed in a pile on the bottom step a nice scratch on my head which thankfully hadn't bleed but was definitely going to bruise.

"Walk down those damn stairs already Bella, how many times do I have to tell you?" my dad yelled from the front room.

"Sorry dad" I shouted back feeling a lot like a child again, I never managed to walk up and down stairs I always had the need to run instead.

"Honestly how have you not broken any bones seriously!" he muttered this more to him self and my mother rather than me.

"Mum Dad I'm popping out for a bit, I'm in the mood for some new reading material" I called behind me as I left through the kitchen door.

I drove with a fierce need now – the need for knowledge. Finally I found my destination. I abandoned my car in the parking lot and ran up the stairs and through the doors, by the time I reached Mrs Wells I was out of breathe.

"Hi….do…you….have…any…newspapers and photos…from way back when??" my breathe coming back to me now in a steady stream. My hands on my hips, my back slightly bent to help the process.

"Why yes, follow me I'll take you to the archives" my eyebrows lifted in question to the fact we actually had an archive.

She chuckled slightly "Well a town this old you tend to need one" she said as an explanation. She showed me around and led me to the books shelves and cabinets from around the time I needed. There was more than I thought possible, I was feeling very grateful that I had a bottle of water and a chocolate bar stashed in my bag.

Forty five minutes later I had read several articles on Esme and Carlisle with little reference to their children. With that I had only found a couple of small photos, too small and grainy to make any definitive decisions about if they looked the same as my dreams. What made me more curious was that there was not one reference about Sofia neither about her dying nor going missing. It was as if to this town she never existed or nothing had ever happened to her. My search had left me nothing but with more questions, I headed home with a huge headache and the wish that I had never had this fantastic idea in the first place.

I went back to my dream world perfectly content in being there even with the added questions.