CHAPTER 6!

It had been two and a half hours and Edward still didn't want any visitors. Ok, so he's human, he thinks he's living in 1918, and he doesn't remember me. The last heart my heart plummet into my stomach. That's going to be hard to get over. My whole reason for living doesn't even remember me. He remembers absolutely nothing! He had forgotten all of our precious memories. How I miss those days! What if he never remembered? Like, ever? What would I do? How is this even possible! I had so many questions!

Edward didn't deserve this. Maybe. . . I did. Was I getting punished? Was there only a certain amount of happiness allowed in this world? I had been so happy before Edward's "Accident." I was so happily in love with Him. Just thinking of our time together made a small smile caress my lips as a single tear stained my cheek. I was the happiest person alive. Or, happiest person dead. . . If you were considering vampires. I couldn't think of any explanation for this, so I told myself I would get to the bottom of this. If only Edward remembered something. He could have helped clear all the confusion why this only happened to him!

I'm sure Rosalie, and a lot of other vampire's would kill, literally, to become human again. Yeah, Edward wanted mortality. But at this cost? Did he even ask for this? I mean, I know he wished to be human again, but did he go up to some wishing well and filled in a card and tossed it in with a penny? Well, be careful what you wish for.

I trudged upstairs to see Edward. I didn't care if he doesn't want anyone bothering him. I will see him because I love him and I want too. I just need to talk to him right now. Is that so much to ask? With that, I started walking up too his room. Everybody just stared at me like I was crazy; some had concerned looks on their faces. I finally made it to his room, but instead of walking in I just stood in front of his door. Should I knock? I shrugged, opened his door and walked in. Edward was looking through all his clothes with a confused look on his face.

He then looked at me and an expression similar to fury blanketing his features. What the heck? What did I do? I couldn't believe it! That expression kind of mad me a bit angry. Fine, he wanted to play like that? I guess I was more furious then I expected because my tone came out a little ruder then I intended. "What are you doing?" Shock crossed his beautiful, human features for a second, but he recovered himself quickly. His emotions changed just as quickly as his vampire self because his face was soon flushed with confusion as he held up a pair of his dark jeans and an American Eagle polo Alice bought him on her last shopping spree.

"What is this type of clothing?" He paused. "Good Lord, what are you wearing? Those are not the proper lady-like attire!" He sounded appalled, but so was I! What was he saying? Proper lady-like attire? It was not like I was wearing a mini skirt and belly shirt. I was wearing a frickin' pair jeans and a sweatshirt! It covered all my skin. As I was fuming my brain did a little blast to the past and recalled women in his time frame wearing elegant dresses. Girls and pants didn't exist back then. But vampires turning human and forgetting their previous vampire life and girlfriend completely didn't exist either! I don't even think vampires existed back then . . . that humanity knew about anyways. I would have laughed if the situation was different, but I just smiled.

Edward looked as if I had gone crazy. "What?" he asked. I just shrugged it off.

"Nothing, here." I walked over to his closet and found some old-fashioned clothes he used to wear. It's a good thing he had that kind of style. "Try this!" I handed it to him. He took it from my hands and put it in a bag. I just stared at him, confused. He then spotted the trunk the old Edward kept of his stuff from his vampire life. "What's this?" Oh, that's what your vampire self-kept to remember your human life. Cool, huh? No, I wasn't exactly going to say that.

"Uh, it's some of your old stuff, you know? Like a, um, time capsule! Yeah, you were making one." He cautiously walked towards it and trailed after him. To be perfectly honest, I was always curious as to what was inside. Edward never opened it. Nor did he let me look inside. It didn't make any sense. But I just guessed it caused him pain to look at the things of his past. I scanned the trunk with interest. The top of it had his name engraved in it: Edward Anthony Masen.

Edward kneeled down and opened it. I gasped. There was so much stuff! Letters, poems, clothing, a ring box, and a locket. That seems to be what he was looking for because; right then he picked it up. "What's that? Was it your mothers?" I asked quietly. He looked at it in amazement. It was very pretty. Silver and old-fashioned, but elegant.

"No, it was Adelaide's. I was going to give it to her, but I never got the chance." What the onion spoon? Adelaide? My heart cracked and the pieces slowly made their way down my body. My face crumpled in pain and I replaced it with an apologetic look. On the inside I was happy that granny didn't get the locket. Edward was mine! I wasn't about to lose him to some corpse!

"Oh, I'm sorry. Anyways, why are you packing?" I was honestly curious. He turned around to glance at me with those emerald eyes. Whoa! That's going to take some time to get used to.

"I'm going back to my home. I can't stay here. I'm sorry. Everything's strange here" Did he not know his house was most likely demolished and replaced with a shopping mall?

"Edward? How do you plan on getting there? What about staying here?" I heard the pleading in my voice. He can't leave! Not now! I'm starting to fall in love with him all over again. . . If that's possible to love him more than I did before.

"I'm sorry-"He looked like he was trying to remember something.

My name! "Bella," I reminded him. Sheesh!

"Ah, Bella." he exclaimed. "I'm sorry but I can't stay. I plan on taking the train. I will talk to Dr. Cullen about it more." Ugh! Carlisle didn't tell him? I had too! He can't go around thinking it's still 1918 and looking for his dead family, his dead past!

"Edward. It's not 1918. It's 2007." (A/N: I know it's 2011 but Twilight, the movie, was made in 2007. So, I decided then) He just stood there. Staring at me, frozen. He blinked a couple times and then sat down. I don't blame him. It's a lot to take in. Then he came back….with a vengeance.

"What do you mean? Are you insane? Whoever you people are, you need to stop this lunatic joke at once! It is not funny!" I was taken aback. Excuse me?

"Edward, we're not joking. Look around, does any of this look like it would be from 1918?" I waved my arms around, gesturing to the room. He glanced around the room and then looked me up and down. He began to appear panicked.

"Well, I guess that explains why you're dressed like that."

"Hey! I already get picked on enough by Alice about my clothes! There's no need for you to pick on me too!" I crossed my arms. Vampire Edward liked my clothes! Vampire Edward also didn't have an Adelaide either! He was about to smile until he realized something.

"Wait, this means Adelaide . . . everybody . . . are deceased?" He looked on the verge of tears. "If it is, then why does Dr. Cullen look the exact same and why is he alive? Why am I still alive? Shouldn't I be long gone too? Why am I seventeen? I am still seventeen, right?" He rushed over to the mirror on the wall and sighed with relief.

Oh, crap! What was I supposed to say? How was I going to explain all this to him? He looked back at me, waiting for an answer. "I, Uh, I. . . I need to get Carlisle!" With that, I ran downstairs to his office. "Carlisle!" I was breathless.

He looked up quickly from his vampire studies. "Yes, Bella? Considering your urgency, I'm guessing it's important. Now, take a breath and tell me what's wrong."

I didn't know how to explain it all to him. "Ok, well, um, Edward wants to know why you and him aren't dead because it's 2007. He also wants to know why you are both alive and young in 1918." I said all this in one breath. Afterwards I took a deep breath.

"And what did you tell him?"

"That's just it. I didn't tell him anything! I rushed down here as fast as I could. I had to tell him! He was about to leave for Chicago to look for his past, which he still thinks is alive. Well, not anymore obviously. I'm sorry." He laughed, but you could tell he was a little concerned about Edward leaving.

"It's alright, Bella. I'll go talk to him now. Can you get everybody upstairs? This is going to be a long, hard conversation. I'm going to tell him everything. If he doesn't believe us, well, he kept journals from his vampire life before and after you." He sighed and quickly ran upstairs. I ran out of Carlisle's office and into the living room, where everybody was watching a show about llama's eating potatoes.

What the crow? Emmett must be in control of the remote. He loved llamas and he loved screaming, "Potatoes!" at random people. I sprinted so fast in there that I tripped over my feet and landed smack dap, face flat, onto the floor. An outburst of laughter filled the room. The booming voice stood out the most, because I knew who it was and I knew he would never let me live this down. Their laugh wasn't like it was before Edward. But it was still joyful.

"Bella, your face! It was priceless!" I looked up to glare at Emmett. Seriously? He was the one who was watching a show about llama's and potatoes! (A/N: Haha! Just for you volturi puff puff and Isabella Marie swan!) I got up and brushed myself off.

"Guys, this is serious! Carlisle wants you all upstairs in Edward's room, now!" The laughter came to a sudden halt and nobody spoke.

Well, besides Alice. "Why?"

I became very serious. "He's going to tell Edward everything."

"Tell him what?" Rosalie asked.

"Everything, Rosalie. Everything"