Hello fanfictioners! Sorry this chapter's up later than expected, its a two parter because it was too long to fit into one. Hope you enjoy this one!

Three Months Later.

BPOV

I was drowning. Water surrounded me, I couldn't breath. I couldn't think. I tried to swim towards the light above me, but it was so far away. My legs were getting heavier as I tried to kick them, my arms were flaying uselessly in front of me. I couldn't breath. I tried to swim again towards the light, but I couldn't. I was looking all around me searching for something that I didn't know I was searching for. When I saw a Range Rover, metal twisted grotesquely, windscreen smashed revealing three bloody bodies, blood tingeing the water a faint pink. The body in the driver's seat; my brother. The other bodies belonged to my mother and father. The heads bowed down towards there bodies and blood seeping out from everywhere. The rust and salt smell filled my nose, the water was a deep burgundy and heavy, up to my waist. I couldn't move, my arms were pinned to my sides, my legs like jelly. I welcomed death. I let the blood surround me, slowly reaching my nose. I had nobody left; no-one was coming to save me anymore. It was just me in this world. I closed my eyes as the blood went over my head.

I woke up, my teeth clamping a pillow as I tried to stifle my scream. My body was covered in a cold sweat and my hair was stuck to the back of my neck. Just another dream I told myself, just another dream. I sat up in my bed and kicked my covers off and looked around my new room.

In my parents will, they left us a small fortune, including both houses in Phoenix and Forks. We were rich. We inherited everything they owned and my dad's pension lump sum, which would come in every month. While I was recovering in hospital, Emmett put our house in Phoenix up for sale and Mom's business. We both couldn't stand to live in Phoenix anymore, after what had happened. It held too many bad memories; especially for me. Since Emmett was eighteen, he became my legal guardian, so I was allowed to stay with him. We decided to move back to Forks, our original home. My dad had renovated it after we moved to Phoenix, so it was practically a brand new 5 bed 3 bath house. Emmett hired a decorator to make the house our home and that they did. The house was cosy and luxurious now, and my room was beautiful. It was modern meet classic, and it worked perfectly.

I flicked my bedside light on and got out of bed, according to my alarm clock it was 5.30 am. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep now so I may as well start getting ready for today; my first day at Forks High School. I hoped that my school in Phoenix sent my documents over, I really couldn't be bothered explaining my grades to the teachers.

It was a small comfort that Emmett would be at school with me today, it happened just as the school year had started, when Emmett was a senior and me, a junior so he still had a few months left before he went to college to study Professional Sports. I however still had two years of utter boredom before I could escape from this tiny little town that was hardly a pinprick on the map.

There weren't decent shops, or a cinema and the population was only 3000. I was bored out of my mind. Our house was one of the most modern in the town; all the others were picturesque bungalows on postage stamp lots, with crappy out of date cars parked in the drive-way. We stood out like a sore thumb. Our house was massive and had a garden, with apple trees and rosebushes and permanent puddles of muddy water. Emmett had a Porsche Boxster Spyder and a BMW 1 Coupe. I had a Mercedes CL 63 AMG and a BMW 6 convertible; I did say we were rich.

We were the talk of the town; the orphans that moved from sweltering Phoenix to rainy Forks after a tragic accident. School was going to be horrific with everyone pointing and staring at Emmett and I. When I went to the supermarket yesterday, three people stopped me to talk about my parents. I winced ever time they said their names; they obviously didn't know how difficult it was for me to talk about them. Only Emmett and the doctors knew that I was involved in…it. Emmett never knew about my overwhelming guilt though, he never knew that I had practically killed our dad by calling him that night. He never knew about their last act to save me. I couldn't bring myself to tell him. I would fall apart into a million pieces, I was already beyond repair, why break myself more?

I forced these thoughts of darker times out my head, as I felt my stomach begin to ache again, like it usually does when I think of that day. I went to my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My brown locks were scraped back in a messy ponytail and my skin was flushed and shiny, my eyes were framed with purplish blue bags, the tell-tale sign that I hadn't been sleeping right. I heaved a sigh at my horrible appearance, undressed and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water soothe me as I washed my hair.

Shower finished, I went back to my room and got dressed for the day. I was keeping it simple but cute with a plaid shirt, tee, skinny jeans and a pair of chucks. I dried my hair and curled it slightly before putting it up in a messy ponytail. Make-up applied I admired my handiwork. You couldn't see the bags under my eyes anymore, my brown eyes were framed with long lashes, and my skin looked flawless. It was as good as it was going to get for me.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen, stumbling slightly and grabbed an apple. I sat at the breakfast bar and looked out the window. You could see the massive apple tree where Emmett and I used to play, the rope swing still attached. It was here that I sustained my first injury, when I was three, an apple fell of the tree and hit me on the head while I was on the swing. I fell off and banged my head against the tree trunk. God knows how I managed it, but I did. That was the beginning of my unfortunate events.

There were flowers sprouting up all around the garden, and ivy was tangled up on the ancient shed at the bottom of the garden, muddy puddles littered the ground and the grass was mossy green. You could see other massive trees crowding behind our fence, leading into the woods where I had once got lost.

I wondered what school would be like today. There were people that I knew from my few visits to Forks over the years. Alice and Charlotte Brandon were the sisters that lived a few streets down from us. Alice was my age, but Charlotte was two years older and had moved to the University of California with Peter Whitlock, brother of Jasper Whitlock who was Emmett's age. They would both be there; Jasper and Alice. Alice and I had been childhood friends turn pen-pals, but that died off when we were fifteen, I hoped she would welcome me back with open arms; it would make my first day much better, I at least wouldn't have to walk around on my own. Others I vaguely remembered Tanya, Irina and Kate Denali. They would all be there today unless one of them had moved. From what I remembered the Denali's had been fairly nice to me. Last night at the supermarket, I met Kate. She gave me a wave before walking away. Well it wasn't as if we had been best buddies of anything, but that wave made me feel a tiny bit better about today. Maybe school wouldn't be that bad.

Emmett interrupted me from my musings by ambling into the kitchen. Half asleep, he poured himself some cereal, spilling coco snaps all over the counter.

"Shit." He mumbled rubbing his eyes and offering me a bleary eyed smile, before scooping up the spilt cereal and throwing it into the bin. I chuckled; Emmett was definitely not a morning person. I jumped of my stool and chucked my apple towards the bin; it missed and bounced off the side of the bin before rolling into the middle of the floor leaving a sticky trail behind it. I sighed and picked it up, placing it in the bin this time. I went to the kettle and poured Emmett and I a cup of coffee.

"I see your hand and eye coordination skills haven't improved sis." Emmett chuckled scratching his tousled black curls. I threw him a glare, before handing him the coffee-three sugars and extra milky, which he took gratefully.

"I see your hangovers haven't improved." I shot back, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't give me the lecture Belly-bear. I know. I shouldn't be drinking if I'm driving the next day. But I met up with Jasper ya know and we were just talking about all times and we got a bit carried away on the beer front." He said smiling sheepishly at me and gulping down his coffee

I put my coffee mug in the sink and headed out of the kitchen, stumbling yet again on the doorframe.

"Just take a shower then, and don't think I'm riding with you when you were drinking less than twenty four hours ago." I called, heading to my room to sort out my bag for the day. School didn't start until nine and according to my alarm it was only half seven. That's what I get for waking up at half five in the morning I suppose. I picked up my copy of Wuthering Heights and began to read. I had started reading it again last night, but fell asleep before I even reached the first chapter.

I was caught up in the world of Cathy and Heacliffe when Emmett called to tell me it was time to go. I had been reading for almost an hour. Flustered I stood up and patted my clothes making sure my clothing was on right and my pants weren't on top of my jeans and my shirt wasn't inside out. Satisfied I made my way into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, before giving myself a little pep talk about how school couldn't be that bad.

I grabbed my jacket, slipping it on while I swiped the keys for my Mercedes, my new Blackberry and my iPod off of the bedside table. I ran down the stairs; nearly tripping on the third step and out to the car.

My baby. It was sleek and black with leather seats and all high-tech. I loved it to bits. I hopped inside and plugged the iPod in scrolling down to All Time Low. Let it Roll filled the car as I waved at Emmett who was locking the door, switched on the engine and backed out of the drive.

The drive to school was uneventful, so I jammed up the volume of the cd player. I earned a few glares from some oldies on streets when I passed but I just ignored them, I knew my music was too loud for 8.30 in the morning, but fuck me if I was gonna turn it down.

I pulled up in the school parking lot eventually after passing it twice. The school looked like a block of semi detached houses, with the red bricks and the gazillions of shrubbery surrounding the school. No security or anything. I suppose in a town this small you didn't need to worry about crimes. Everyone was nice. Overwhelmingly nice. It almost made me feel sick how strangers would stop you in the streets to talk about some crap. I missed the hustle and bustle of Phoenix and the fact that no-one would talk to you as you went about your business. Forks however, was straight out of the 1960's. People would have conversations with strangers and ask them all sorts of questions so they could pass them onto their friends at lunch the next day. Everyone would smile at each other, in Phoenix if you smiled at someone, they would look at you as if you were insane. There were no secrets in Forks.

The parking lot was empty, except a silver Volvo Coupe that I didn't recognise. I was under the influence that the Swans cars were the newest in Forks. Obviously not, this car had a 2010 registration plate. Competition. I smiled; there must be new people in Forks that had slipped through the radar of the gossip mongers. Lucky them. I wish I had. Everyone in Forks had second-hand cars, well except from me, Em and the New People.

I took my phone out and text Em, telling him I was going in. I didn't want people to think that I needed my big brother for everything. Even though I did. I knew he would be in the same building, so he was giving me distant support…kinda? I unplugged my iPod and put it into my pocket with my phone.

I could do this, it was only school right? Only two years of tedium to go before I was free of all ties. I could do it. I nodded my head, probably looking like a weirdo to anyone who was looking in my direction and got out of car. Locking the door behind me, I adjusted my bag and headed through the door marked office.

It was warm and bright, the walls a dull orange and the carpet, that weird stuff the school always have. Like a really hard carpet. There was a massive desk in the middle of the room, covered in pieces of paper and leaflets and yet more plants. Didn't they have enough outside? There was a squidgy sofa in the corner and other hard back chairs against the wall. I approached the front of the desk and rang the bell hesitantly. A women popped up from underneath the desk.

"Hello, how can I help?" she said politely, taking in my appearance for a few seconds before snapping her eyes back up to mine. She had unnatural red hair and black blocky glasses on hiding her brown eyes. She looked middle-aged and was wearing a frilly pink shirt. Did I under dress?

"Erm, I'm new here. Bella Swan?" I said uncomfortably. She rifled through her papers for a few seconds before handing me a sheet of paper.

"This is your timetable, you'll need this to navigate your way around school, and this is your locker code" she said business-like and handing me another sheet of paper after scribbling a number onto the bottom edge of it.

"Thanks." I said gratefully, now I wouldn't have to wander around the school for hours looking for my classes. Her eyes softened and I knew what was coming.

"I'm sorry for you loss Isabella, Chief Swan was an amazing" I cut her off and turned to the doors to my right which would lead me to the lockers.

"Thanks." I muttered again before fleeing through the door, pretending I was engrossed in the map, in-case anyone was looking. I knew at least someone would give me sympathy. I didn't want it. It made me feel even guiltier about that day.

My chest started to throb as I tried to prevent the thoughts of what had happened three months ago. I was still raw I guess, living in the land of numb prevention. It was better than facing up to the problems, I had tried that, put it made the pain worse. As though the wind had been knocked out of me and I couldn't breathe. Like a part of my chest was missing and I had to wrap my arms around myself to make it better. It wasn't physical pain. It was emotional pain, and everyone knows that that's worse. You know that physical pain will go away eventually, maybe leaving a scar behind. But emotional, never goes away. It stays in a corner of your mind eating away at your thoughts, repeating your most dreaded memories, killing you on the inside first. That's why I lived in a world full of numb. I had to build walls. I couldn't let anyone behind those walls, not even Emmett because if I was hurt, the walls would surely crumble and I would break.

My feet which had been wandering at their own accord stopped in front of a massive wall of lockers. I glanced down at the timetable, where I found the number the receptionist had scrawled down at the bottom right hand corner of the page. Isabella Swan No. 123. 123, not bad, it was easy to remember. I scanned the sea of lockers in search of my own, when I found it. It was battered and blue-grey in colour, but it was big enough to hold all my books, so I wasn't complaining. I chucked all the books from my bag in, excluding my English and Math textbooks, I had them the first two periods today, and shut the door over, fiddling with the knob to put in my number sequence.

The first bell rang and I tried to figure out, using the map, where my English class was, for a school with a student mass of only 900 it was massive. The corridor started to fill, people began to gawk at me, and some even had their mouths open. What was I? An object in a museum? I snapped.

"Didn't your mother tell you it was rude to stare?" I huffed, barging through the sea of people towards my English class which I had worked out was down the next corridor to the left and then to the right.

I had just turned left, still receiving stares from other students when I heard someone call my name.

"Bella Swan!" they said, and I winced. Everyone with-in hearing distance had turned around to look at me curiously, the new girl at Forks High School.

I searched for the owner of the voice, and when I found it I repressed a sigh. Mike Newton. His blonde hair was gelled and spiked up, his blue eyes standing out on his still child-like oval face. He had been trying to get me to go out with him every time I visited Forks. Of course I refused every time, he was a man whore. His gentlemanly way of treating girls was to stick a tongue in their mouth and cop a feel without permission, and then ask you out. He had kissed me once and I nearly vomited, his sweaty hands touching my waist, and his slimy tongue darting out to touch my lips trying to make them open so he could sweep my mouth. The thought almost made me gag just now. When I visited when I was fifteen, he had slept with almost half the female population in Forks. I wouldn't want to go near him; probably touching him would give me a sex related disease.

"Mike." I said, nodding at him, before turn away and walking quickly, praying to God that he would take the hint and leave me alone, but I heard running footsteps and Mike was standing beside me, smiling widely in a supposed-to-be-sexy way. Cue the vomit.

"You look pretty, Bella. How have you been lately? Do you want me to help you find your class?" he said hopefully, his stupid smirk still in place. I wouldn't trust Newton to take me any where; he'd probably take me to a janitor's closet and tell me the next lesson was Sexual Health. Cue the third gag of the morning.

"Its fine, Mike, I'm pretty certain where I'm going." I said politely, walking away and leaving him in the crowded corridor. He was wearing a wounded expression, but I couldn't care less; he was only being nice for a fuck.

A few gawks later and I was walking into my English room, the class had started and the teacher was talking. When she saw me she stopped talking and gave me a sympathetic smile before pointing me to a seat at the back of the class, where a girl with dark brown hair and glasses was sitting. The whole class was staring at me with a knowing look in their eye as if they knew exactly what had happened to me. I wanted to shout and scream at them that they didn't know shit, but instead I trudged up to the back of the class and plopped in my seat, taking out my pen and notes jotter. The teacher started talking again, and though I knew exactly what she was talking about, I copied down the notes carefully and tried to look as though I was listening.

I don't know how the class managed to look at me, but they did. I flushed beetroot red every time someone stared long enough to make me feel uncomfortable.

The class finished and as I was packing up, the girl sitting next to me offered me her hand.

"I'm Angela Weber," she said quietly, smiling at me. I liked her instantly. She looked like one of those people that you could tell all your secrets to, and she wouldn't breathe a word to anyone.

"Bella Swan," I said shaking her hand, and returning her smile.

"What are you in next?" she asked still smiling, her blue eyes warm and comforting.

"Erm," I glanced at my timetable before replying. "Maths." I grimaced as we walked together out of the classroom.

"Me too, with Mr Barnstaple?" she replied, looking at her own time-table as we stepped out into the corridors. Few people were looking at me now, and I felt better, they were getting bored of me already thank God.

"Yep." I replied, popping the p. Angela led me to the classroom and I gave her a grateful smile when she offered me the seat next to her. I had made my first friend of the day.

"Oh my God! Bella Swan!" I heard Alice squeal as I walked into the cafeteria. She hadn't changed a bit. Her hair was jet black and spiky, her body tiny and pixy-like, and her eyes a tawny yellow. She ran towards me and pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged her back laughing. It was as if those few years of non-contact had been forgotten and we had been best friends the whole time.

"Look at you girl! You look hot!" she said loudly, earning a few stares from the tables. I blushed bright red at the compliment.

"Thanks, you too!" I replied, drinking in her appearance. She was dressed head to do in designer gear; typically Alice.

"I see you've went with the simple but cute look," She said knowingly, winking at me.

"Works perfectly," she whispered in my ear, "The boys are drooling."

I blushed yet again and whispered back into her ear, "I see you've went with the classic chic look, Jasper Whitlock can't keep his eyes off you."

She blushed bright red and rolled her eyes at me, before taking my hand dragging me to the table where she was sitting.

I saw Angela sitting at a table with the Denali's and other people, I gave her a smile and wave.

Emmett was sitting with Jasper and a girl and a boy at the table Alice was dragging me to.

The girl I didn't know had golden locks that flowed down her back, ending just short of her waist. Her skin was tanned evenly and her piercing blue eyes were almost hypnotising. She was dressed fashionably, and looked like one of those girls that would throw a fit if her nail broke. Talking about nails, hers were perfectly manicured and painted blood red.

The boy was beautiful. It was the only word that could do him justice. His bronze locks were twisted up into an untidy disarray and his green eyes were breathtaking. I almost turned into a puddle on the floor when I looked at them. His face was chiselled beautifully, and he had a nine-o'clock shadow. His skin was porcelain coloured and clear, like my own, of spots or blemishes. He looked like an angel, he was so perfect. Yet underneath his eyes lay purplish blue shadows and his eyes looked troubled. I felt a pang of recognition as I looked at him, but as I scoured my memories for any hint of him, surely I would have remembered a face as beautiful?

I slipped into the seat beside Emmett and whispered a quiet "Hey," to him, before turning back to Alice, who had sat in the seat beside me.

"Okay guys, you all remember Bella?" she said, addressing the whole table. There were a few nods and the New People shook their heads. One of them must be the owner of the beautiful Volvo Coupe outside.

"Oh yeah! I'm so sorry! This is Rosalie and Edward Cullen, they just moved from Phoenix like you Bella, isn't that weird? And this is Bella Swan, who moved from Phoenix too." Alice said excitedly gesturing to Edward and Rosalie, then me. What weird names, they were really old-fashioned, the early 1900 era. I looked at them both and nodded, the girl name Rosalie responded with a grin and the boy named Edward ignored me completely before popping his earphones in.

I was surprised, what did I do? Well two could play at that game, I turned back to Alice and we began discussing the years gone by, and mostly shopping. Alice was as obsessed as I was with fashion, and we spent lunch discussing our most recent designer buys. She almost had as much clothes as me. We decided that a sleepover was in order to catch up with each other, so Alice was staying at mine tonight. I'd forgotten how much I loved her.

A few minutes later, I chanced a look at Edward. His earphones were in and he was staring off into space. God, he was beautiful. I looked at Rosalie and saw she was talking to Emmett quietly. Looking at Emmett I saw him smiling and laughing at what ever Rosalie was saying, God he had his gooey eyes on, he fancied Rosalie. Just lovely.

I went to grab my lunch, only ordering a soda. I wasn't hungry today, at all. I was lost in my thoughts of tonight and what pyjamas I could wear and how I would have to tidy my room before Alice came, when I bumped into something solid.

"Shit," I mumbled looking straight in-front of me, I realised it was a chest, a very toned one at that, with the white t-shirt clinging to it. I looked up and saw those amazingly green eyes looking at me angrily.

"Jesus fuck, watch where you're going!" he said angrily, sidestepping around me. That got my guard up.

"Well sorry douchebag, but could you not have stepped out of the way if you saw me coming? But you didn't so you obviously weren't looking either." I said walking back to the table, my hand clutched round the bottle of soda.

"Bitch," I heard him mumble. I whirled back round to face him, who the fuck did he think he was calling a bitch? My anger took over.

"I'm sorry; I didn't catch that, bitch was it? If I'm a bitch then you're a depressed emo who doesn't appreciate life." I said angrily, frustration seeping through my voice. We had attracted a few stares from people around the cafteria, the newbies fighting and all.

"You don't know shit Swan." He said, his hands balling into fists, making the muscles on his arm bulge and his veins become more pronounced, his eyes intense and dark, all most dangerous looking. He didn't scare me.

"You don't know shit Cullen." I said, letting my emotions get the better of me. He didn't know what a shit life was. He definitely didn't know shit. I turned back to the table, people's eyes following me as I sat down. Alice was staring at me with her mouth open, Jasper had a small smile on his face, Rosalie was frowning, her eyebrows scrunching together and Emmett had a massive grin on his face.

"That's how you roll sis!" Emmett crowed, slapping my back so hard it hurt. I rolled my eyes.

"I was defending myself Emmett! Not exactly bitch-slapping." I replied shaking my head.

"I'm sorry for my brother's behaviour Bella, he's a bit…sensitive just now." Rosalie said quietly, looking at me curiously.

"It's fine Rosalie," I replied smiling at her. She looked like a really nice girl, with one messed up brother.

Just then Edward stormed pass, grabbing his bag from the chair he was sitting on and flipped me the bird. He walked out of the cafeteria and disappeared from sight.

"I better go talk to him," Rosalie said apologetically scooping up her bag and giving us all a smile before following the route of her brother.

"Bella," Alice said seriously after Rosalie had disappeared. "That was fuck awesome." Jasper nodded his head to her statement and I burst into laughter.

My head was reeling from what he had said and what I had said back, I mean we had only known each other for a few minutes and we were fighting? He made me so frustrated and I didn't even know him for Christ's sake! But I could still feel that pang of recognition when I looked into his eyes.

I spent the rest of lunch pondering Edward Cullen and his mysterious ways, not taking part in the conversation flowing around me unless asked for an opinion.

I got to my next class late, as I tried to figure out which direction to go in because that stupid map was as useless as a empty chip poke. I finally found my Biology class, stepping in late for the second time today. Mr Banner looked at me sternly before pointing to a seat at the front of the class beside the one and only Edward Cullen who was shooting daggers at me.

You have got to be joking.

SO? what did you think? Did I do an okay job or was it crap? Please review, I nearly fell off my bed when I got my first two, it was way too exciting! Part 2 up soon. Goodbye my lovelies!

Rebecca.