This is the first of two. The other will be out tonight or tommorrow. I feel horrible for not getting it out sooner. Please don't shun me. Two short awesome chapters coming your way... now.

I don't own Twilight.

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Jan 4, 2019

Finally made it. I felt everything shift when I got here like the tumblers on a lock. A few more clicks and the mystery that is me will be solved. I know that I'm not defined by who my parents are or where they lived but I feel like being here will… I don't know. Help me become that person.

Don't think this is over…

I went to the cemetery. Charlie Swan. Beloved father. My father. It was weird to think of someone choosing that sentiment when his daughter wasn't there. Did they choose it in hopes I'd read it one day or maybe as a tribute to my memory. Did that person miss me?

Don't think this is over… James's voice echoed again in Edward's head.

Renee Swan. Beloved mother.

"Oh stop torturing yourself." Alice sighed plopping herself on the sofa next to her brooding brother, giving him a start. Edward didn't hear her approach as he was too wrapped up in his thoughts.

"I'll see anything James has planned. Nothing will happen." She assured him. Nothing.

"What if he makes a split second decision? You won't see that, not in time."

"Nothing. Will. Happen." She always sounded so sure of herself.

The family let me have my privacy for a while. When I finally found them, my parents, the small vase for flowers already had nearly fresh ones in it. I removed the few wilted petals and then dropped the flowers I brought. It seemed wrong to remove someone's flowers who obviously truly cared, when their own 'beloved' daughter couldn't even remember them. Before the sobs could over take me, I ran.

Emmett stationed himself on the other side of Edward. "Of course nothing will happen. Scared the poor guy to death… you know, if he hadn't been already. He took quite the beating." Emmett's Superman-esque visions of events played out in his mind. He grinned widely. Edward couldn't help but laugh at the picture of himself in a cape.

I ran until I reached the oldest graves where the flowers had long since died and trees and moss were encroaching on the granite tombstones. There was a bench along side a mausoleum with the name Reyes engraved on it's side. The letter were worn down from the years of neglect. I collapsed on the bench and my thoughts caught up with me. Where had we live? What did my mothers laugh sound like? Where do I belong? Then I asked myself out loud. I screamed it not expecting a reply when a soothing arm snaked around my shoulder. WHERE DO I BELONG?

It was long past midnight and Edward had all but forgotten why he was worried. Rose was telling a story about how some girl shamelessly threw herself at Emmett's feet and Rosalie pretended not to know him. When Emmett claimed Rose was his wife the other girl broke down because she thought he was lying to get away from her. Edward was expecting Rosalie's evil laugh at the poor girls expense. And two years ago it might have been expected. Instead she finished her story off with her apologizing profusely for pretending not being with Emmett and assured the girl that she deserved better then that knuckle head.

"My knuckle head." she sighed and the shared a chaste kiss… that quickly turned PG-13.

"Getting soft in your old age Rose." Alice smiled.

"Nope. Never. Just know what's important is all." She locked gazes with Edward. We're all for the better because of her.

Bella's screams echoes through the house. They continued and didn't waiver. Edward rocketed out of his seat and muttered to himself. The better for who?

I leaned into him. There was no sense in looking up. "You belong with us." He said. He followed it up with a kiss on my hair and rubbing my shoulder. A trick of the wind made it sound like he whispered, "with me." I asked him how I could possibly belong somewhere without knowing where I came from. "I guess that's what we are here to figure out." -Bella

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