Ok I got my ten reviews so here's your next chapter (before 3'o clock EST I may add). Once again thanks for all the reviews. So I don't own Twilight or the characters or anything about the books (tear) so without further ado here is chapter 4!

I drove unsteadily to my house , the tears streaming like crazy still.

Every inch of the house seemed marked with their presence. I ran up to my room and grabbed my duffel bag out from under the bed. I didn't want to be here any longer than necessary-it hurt too much.

I grabbed the clothes drawer by drawer out and shoved them in my duffel.

When that was full I grabbed my suit case and filled that too. That was it for my clothes but there was still a lot more in my room. I grabbed an old backpack and began packing all of my books. I grabbed the pictures and posters off of my wall folded them up and put them in too.

I grabbed my ipod dock and all of my chargers and put them in yet another bag. I cleared all of my necklaces and trinkets of my dresser and window sills, not bothering to be careful just sweeping them into the bag.

I put my laptop in it's case and set that next to everything else. I stripped the sheets off my bed and that went in the bag with my clothes. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed my toiletries the. Unfortunately that meant I had to see my reflection. I looked like hell there was no other way to put it really.

My eyes were red rimmed and puffy. Luckily I didn't wear makeup so I didn't have streaks running down my face. However the circles under my eyes were worse than ever.

I always had circles under my eyes. It was a result of studying till midnight most nights and then waking up at 6 to make breakfast. I didn't mind but now it just added to my zombie look. My eyes under the redness were dead looking and empty, I shook my head and re-gathered my toiletries turning away from the girl I wish wasn't me.

I hurried through the rest of the house trying to forget about what my reflection had looked like. This was going to be the hardest part I knew-their presence was stronger here in the rest of the house then in my bedroom. I grabbed stray text books and those sorts of things ,packing them as well.

I grabbed the photos off the mantel-that sent another wave of pain through me .I hauled my bags down the stairs. I checked my room and there was nothing left. I walked towards the stairs and passed their room.

It was one of those moments when you want something so badly even though you know the only thing it's going to do is hurt you. I wanted to go into their room. I put my hand on the doorknob and started to turn it-then I stopped myself-there was nothing in there that would make this better nothing that would console me.

But I had to go in. I had to have closure. I was almost positive that this was where I would find it. I opened the door. Inside it was a simple bedroom, not much bigger then mine.

The bed was against the West wall and the dresser against the East. That's when I saw it-it was the necklace. Dad had given it to mom on the night he proposed to her.

I was shocked that she had left it here. I moved towards it picking it up with trembling fingers. It was a blue stone-Tanzanite it was really rare there was only one mine in the world or something. It was what looked like a teardrop-strange I had always remembered mom's as a perfect circle. But then again I had never seen it up close.

It was set in white gold with a tiny chain. I turned it over. On the back in a fine cursive engraving it read

Love you baby girl.

That must have been what my dad had called my mother. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I blinked them back and put the necklace around my neck with shaking fingers. It wasn't exactly a tear drop almost but it was strangely shaped none the less and it reminded me of what I was feeling somehow.

That was all I could stand. I walked stiffly out the door pulling it firmly closed behind me.

I went down the stairs two at a time grabbing two of the bags, going out of the door through the now light rain.

I shoved them into the cab of the truck and ran back to the house to get the rest of my bags. I crammed them all into the cab by some miracle. I locked the house door and all but sprinted to the truck . I slammed the door and drove away as fast as my antique Chevy could go. I banged my hand against the dashboard by accident the pain was excruciating because of the cold.

I clutched it to my chest wincing waiting for the tears. But none came out-I had cried myself dry. It had been a mistake to go in their room I decided, a very big mistake.

Apov

I couldn't believe it, I honestly couldn't. That was the only though that filled my mind and the only emotion that filled me-disbelief. Because my parents simply could not be dead plain and simple.

I walked towards my Porsche it was bright yellow- very reflective of myself. Well the outer me at least.

I was one of the best actresses in the world. I didn't mean that in a vain o -look-at-me diva way but it was true. I acted everyday put on a mask of not caring. I put on my insane clothes not only because I loved them-which I did without a doubt but because that was all I knew how to do.

I had always been the wacky and crazy Alice, the individual , the art freak, the nonconformist and now I didn't know how to do anything else. But I was happy this way.

Yes I decided I was mostly happy this way. But there was still the tiny voice in the back of my mind that whispered "But don't you wish they didn't say those things about you didn't you wish they didn't say you were desperate for attention" and an even tinier voice said "What if you do want attention?" I disliked that voice even more than the first.

I was always so confused about who I was because I wanted people to know that I didn't care what they thought of me ,but didn't that mean that I did care what they thought after all? I shook my head and refused to think about it.

I was an actress a good actress I could make my character believable and lie to people easily but I couldn't lie to myself and the truth was that my parents were in fact dead. The idea hit me as soon as a fresh wave of tears did.

I know it's not very long but there you go. So how did you like Alice's pov? I want to do that a little more (change pov's) so tell me what you thought about it. I know once again it was a fairly sad chap. but i promise happier parts are coming! also I may not post tomorrow (sorry sorry sorry) because I have a 3 drafts of a research paper and I'm not even done the first one soooooo yeh enough of my boring life but if I can I'll post (I'll do everything I can I promise!). So pleasepleaseplease review I got my ten and I was very very happy I'm not going to ask for a certain number since I may not post tomorrow but please review!! I love you all your great- wild-lili