Previously

"Sorry, I didn't mean to yell and run from you." I said looking at the scary guy. I didn't know, what came over me.

I gave him hug, letting him know that I am not scared.

"Bella, we need to talk."

Chapter 11

What is so important that they need to talk to me? A 5 year old.

Who knows?

I am only 5, but there is only so much I can understand.

I turned my body towards them, sitting in the couch waiting for them to begin, staring at them with curiosity.

I was confused and scared because I didn't know why they wanted to talk to me. Did I do something wrong? I don't remember doing anything bad, or doing anything at all. The only thing I remember was having fun, with my parents. I was a princess, ya ya a princess, I was the happiest I had ever been, and I even got to meet them. I even got to take pictures with them, and even wear their beautiful crowns, at that moment I felt like a real princess, a princess who is waiting for their prince charming to come and swept me off my feet, when I am older.

I shouldn't be scared right? I mean if mom is here and I trust her judgment, so here I am staying.

"What do you rememeber?" I blanked out, not because I was scared, but in reality the question caught me off guard. I didn't expect something like this, I expect something else, but what? Something I will never know or figure out, I gotta use my noggin.

For some reason I feel all eyes on me, trying to see if I would speak up, but in reality I am not going to say one world, I am taking the silence treatment. I don't like being the center of attention, and me being here is not helping one bit. I didn't like that everyone waiting for me to reply like they were hanging on everything I said, like it was to a piece of a puzzle.

I don't like feeling this way, feeling confused, embarrassed, all in one shot, it's too much to handle in one shot. It seems like my prayer was answered, because I felt peace, calm, like nothing, it felt like a weight being lifted off my shoulders. It felt nice, and I am happy, once in my life time truly happy because it wasn't really forced. I like this feeling, I need this feeling more often.

Then the same question was asked again this time coming from my mother, who truly scared me a little.

"I remember being in Disney, going on rides with my parents. I remember falling and getting hurt because I tripped over my feet (I know I am always falling. My school friends call me clumsy swan.) We were staying at Saratoga Springs hotel in Disney. I even got a dress from the princesses and all of them were signed by them, they were pretty, and I was happy. "

I was all too excited, because I never been so happy to dress like a princess in my entire life, and being so happy. The only thing was they were always fighting for stupid reasons, and me being sad because they were fighting and arguing. The trip was the best one out of all of them because I was myself, myself to be happy and never forgetting.

"Do you remember anything else?"

What is wrong with these people? I told them everything that I know. What else do they want from me?

"No"

Edward and my mother came over with something in their hands.

What's that?

"It's a photo album" Edward said looking at me with sad eyes.

How did he know that?

Is he like a mind reader? I was curiously because he seemed to know what I am thinking most of the time.

"There is a girl of my dreams, and she is lost, and we all miss her, and me missing her the most, I loved her. In our hands is a photo album of my daughter and Edward's girl. Something happened to her, and maybe this can bring her back to us."

I took the photo album, and started looking at them.

The first picture was a girl, who was beautiful, stunning, and very vibrant. She was tall, mahogany hair color to the shoulders, wearing a blue shirt, which made her more stunning, with a pair of skinny jeans.

I couldn't believe what I was looking at, this wonderful girl in front of me.

Who is she?

I had to know her.

"Isabella Marie Swan is her name. We tool this picture before we got ready for prom. She didn't want to go, but I convinced her to go, as time went on, she become happy and enjoyed herself very much. She was always happy and I realized that I never cared for anyone until I had met her. She made me see everything in life and a meaning, and she even taught me the real meaning of love, even thought she doesn't realize this she had changed me for the better, and for that I am truly grateful. Since I had met her I have been the happiest man alive, I love her and miss her truly."

I looked at him seeing him with happiness but also with a hint of sadness and pain, that seem not to go away. This girl needs to come back to him.

Did I hear right? Was that girl me? It seems that she had my name, and my hair color and my eyes, but looking older.

I took another look at the picture, and notice something different about this picture. This was a picture of me and Edward smiling and being truly happy without forcing a smile on their face.

Everything made sense, with Edward and this girl who seemed to be me. It looks like they were together as a couple, like mommy and daddy are.

I ran, I ran getting away from everything that didn't made sense to me, running that seemed to help me through the years even thought I tripped over my feet. I couldn't process everything, all this change, change that I don't like. I am only 5 years old, and already have everything change in the blink of an eye.

Why?

Something that I cannot answer.

Why do I feel like there is more to this?

So much has happened, once second you are in Florida and the next you are in someone else's home, and still looking as confused as ever, then finding out that we went to Florida when I was younger.

Anything else I am missing.

I sat there on the ground waiting for everything, for everything to make sense to me, letting me know that everything was going to be ok.

Knowing how mother gets when I run away like that is not the proper way to do this, knowing I am going to get into so much trouble, and knowing how she would send out the search part just like dad.

I miss dad.

I want to see him.

I walked back to the familiar house, hearing the conversation about me.

I didn't really pay attention, not knowing what my next move was.

I walked back to the living room, where the photo album was and took a good look at it?

Should I or shouldn't I?

I decided in it, I opened it to where I had left off at.

The rest of the photos were of Edward and I, and both our families, pictures from my birthday, and the family vacation.