Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the plot.

A/N Okay, I feel really stupid, because I had no idea how to add an A/N to the chapters. Anyway, this is my first fan fic, ever.

Any of the songs or poetry or whatever random things I include in here, unless I quote them, are my own writing. I know some of my lyrics suck.

Just as a side note, most of the experiences Bella has endured, have happened to me personally. Bella has PTSD or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which is common among those who have been abused. This also contributes to the flashbacks and night terrors.

Sorry for the short chapter, and enjoy!

Time lapse: About two weeks.

Bella POV:

Staying at Carlisle's was not as awkward or uncomfortable as I thought it would be, he was a very accommodating host. Staying with him, it was almost like I was normal, except for the constant night terrors, and occasional flashback.

I was astounded at the number of guitars, his son, Jasper, had left behind, some of them, I was afraid to touch, for I knew how expensive they could be. I swear to the God I don't really believe in that one of them was more than a hundred years old. All the guitars were beautiful, and I was so glad my brother had taught me how to play.

Carlisle was due to be home from work soon, but in the meantime, I had the mansion to myself. I decided to look through some of Jasper's CD's for he had too many to count. I was merely skimming the artists, not really paying attention, until several bands jumped out of me, and I couldn't quite remember why. I pulled out one of the discs and put it in the stereo. Once the first track started to play, I remembered why the band had sounded so familiar. It was one of Josh's favorite bands, He had played their songs all the time. The memories flooded my mind, and a tear slipped from my mind. I let the music continue to play through the room, and went to lie on the bed, and immerse myself in memories.

We were playing in the sandbox, with Ryann, our best friend, we couldn't have been older than six. We were screaming and yelling and being little kids. That was the day Josh first kissed her, of course Ryann screamed and yelled about cooties, but you could see her blush. Even since then, I knew that they would be together when we were older.

I sighed, coming back out of the memory, shortly after Josh had died, Ryann had moved, I couldn't quite remember where to though. I missed her so much, she had been the closest person to me, other than my twin of course.

I decided I would stop focusing on the past, and play guitar some more. I picked up an old beat up acoustic, not so different from the one I learned on, and began to play aimlessly. That was how Carlisle found me, randomly strumming the guitar.

"Playing is what keeps you sane, isn't it?" he asked quietly.

I kept playing, but answered him, "Yes, it helps me to forget, move on, and for select situations, remember."

Carlisle smiled knowingly, "How old was he when..?" he trailed off, not sure of my reaction.

"Fourteen. We were freshman. It was nerve racking to go to high school without him."

"I can only imagine. How did everyone else act after?"

"Most people were indifferent. Our little trio tended to keep to ourselves; we didn't want to have to deal with petty problems of high school." I had stopped playing, but wasn't about to cry, I was just thoughtful, "People obviously noticed, I mean, he wasn't attached to my hip anymore, so it was pretty obvious after awhile. But no one really had to say anything, for the message to get across that he had died." I shrugged. It was a bigger deal than I was making it out to be. People knew, and questioned relentlessly, not being satisfied by Ryann or myself, and our vague answers.

"I see." Was all he said, probably seeing through me, but not wanting to press farther.

"Did you graduate high school?" he asked after awhile.

"Yeah, I graduated at semester, at least wanting a diploma before I took off."

"That makes you 17?"

"Yeah, my birthday comes up in September."

"I see, how old were you when Josh taught you to play?"

"Eleven, I think. Didn't really keep track of time much then, just focused on friends."

"I can understand that, do you want to watch a movie?"

"Umm sure, did you have one in mind?"

"Yeah." He started walking toward the living room, I hopped off the couch and followed. We arrived in the living room, and he walked over to the collection of DVDs, put one in, and went and sat on the couch, I joined him, sitting at the opposite side of it.

"What are we watching?" I asked

"Dracula." I swear I saw him chuckle, as if I was missing some inside joke.