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~*Break*~

I laid in my bed for the rest of the day after the beach trip, I couldn't get the girl's lifeless body out of my mind. I didn't sleep a wink, I didn't eat anything for two days afterward, and I couldn't seem to drag myself out of bed. I wasn't sure if the guys had contacted the police, the elders, or even called an ambulance just to make sure she could be saved.

I buried my head even further into my pillow and groaned, all this was stressing me out and I was not further to figuring out what had gone on. The state her body was in wasn't natural at all. The bites on her arms shouldn't have been there unless she had been floating in the ocean longer than I thought she had been. And even if she had been floating in the sea for a while, she would have sunk to the bottom already. Nothing made sense anymore.

I threw the pillow off of my bed and buried myself under my covers, I didn't feel like coming out for another week. That plan was shattered, though, when I heard three tentative knocks on my door.

"Come in." I mumbled into my mattress. I heard my door creak open and whoever was behind the door stepped into my room. I sat up in my bed and looked at whoever had wandered into my room. My eyesight cleared and I saw Seth, I was suddenly aware of how unkempt I looked. I hadn't gotten out of bed in two days, so that also meant that I hadn't showered or brushed my hair, or my teeth. I could just see him running out of my room in fright at the rank dragon breath that was bound to come out of my mouth.

He waved at me and smiled sympathetically, "Hey, Josephine, how ya doin'?" He asked me, I shrugged at him and looked down at the comforter I was still wrapped like a caterpillar in. He shook his head and smiled again, nervously this time, though. Almost like he was scared I'd snap if he wasn't careful.

It's not like I haven't seen death, but I hadn't ever seen it that up close to me without warning. I wouldn't snap or break if he didn't tiptoe around me, I could handle anything he could.

"So, do you..um, want to brush your hair, or something…?" He asked. I just stared at him without saying anything. "I'll – um, I'll take that as a no," He paused for a moment, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. "I guess…" He trailed off quietly and I kind of felt bad for making him uncomfortable. Kind of.

"So, what are you here for?" I shifted in my bed and sat up against my head board as I waited for him to answer me. He thought about it for a little bit then opened his mouth to answer, closed it, and opened it again, finally finding a good answer.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay, and to tell you some good news about the girl we found." Just like me, he couldn't think of her as only a corpse riddled with wounds.

"Well, thank you," I finally gave in and started to be nicer. "I hope her spirit finds peace." I said quietly, My mother had always told me that people who died violently wandered the Earth looking for peace. I wasn't quite sure where she got that philosophy, but I tended to believe that.

"I hope so, too," He responded to me, I looked up at him, surprised that he would agree with me on that. We sat silently for a few moments that seemed to span a lifetime, thinking about the girl and what could have happened to her. Or at least, that's what I was thinking about, I wasn't quite sure what Seth was thinking at the moment.

~*Break*~

Seth P.O.V.

We sat saying nothing for a few minutes, I could tell she was thinking about the girl and worrying over what could have happened to her body. I wasn't worried about that, though, I knew the Cullen family would sort it out.

She was a mess, and it had been a misstep to suggest brushing her hair to her. She just stared at me like I had suggested the most asinine thing in the world to her, and she went back to snuggling down in her comforter that she had turned into her den almost. She sat there not moving, thinking about this girl's soul. The soul of someone she never knew, and hopefully would never know.

She was perfect, everything about her was perfect. Even if she hadn't showered in two days, brushed her teeth, changed her pajamas, and brushed her hair, she was still beautiful. She was beautiful because she was sad over someone she had never seen before Saturday, and whom she had never seen alive.

She looked up, finally realizing that I was staring at her like a creep. Well, I guess imprinting is kind of creepy in its own way. Whatever, I smiled at her, and she rolled her eyes. I snorted and pulled a face at her to make her laugh, it worked and I smiled even more. She got up, walked over to me and hugged me. I was surprised at first because she had never done that, but I hugged her back. Even though she smelled a little bit like sweat, and her crazy bedhead hair was going up my nose a little bit.

She whispered, "I think I should go take a shower," I laughed.

"I agree," All the tension leaked out of her and she smacked my shoulder, with her newly un-casted hand, and winced, but – thankfully – didn't break anything.

"Thanks," She said sarcastically, I shrugged and smiled at her as she grabbed some regular clothes and walked out of her room. I sat there for a few moments and looked around her room at all the different things in it. I got up and walked around her room, examining each trinket, book, and item of clothing that had been left out, trying to learn more about the girl I had imprinted on.

She had over two hundred books in her room, they were scattered throughout, some on the floor, the desk, her nightstand, the shelves, and on her dresser. All of the books had bookmarks in them, as if she was reading all of them at the same time. So, she liked to read, one more thing I knew about her.

From her reaction at seeing the beach on Saturday, I knew she loved the sun and the water. Though, I didn't know much beyond that, even if I had spent weeks with her. When she talked, I seemed to just stare at her mouth moving, trying to figure out how it looked so beautiful all the time. I was pathetic, I couldn't even figure out her basic interests, let alone have a conversation with her. I often ended up staring at her as she finished speaking, not even knowing what to say because I hadn't heard what she had told me.

I looked around some more, and found six pairs of sunglasses. She won't be needing these here, I thought and looked around some more. I decided that I would clean up her room while I was looking around, and started with making her bed. I picked the comforter off of the floor and set it on top of the sheets and tucked it in at the end of the mattress. I picked up her pillow and set it at the head of her bed and picked up the one stuffed animal I saw on the floor and laid it against the pillow.

I looked around the room again and sighed, she had a few pieces of clothing on the floor, and I didn't want her to come in and think I was doing something weird with them. I didn't touch any of her books because I was sure she would be just like Leah that way. If anyone touched or moved my sister's books, she went on a rampage. She got so mad once, that she yelled at our mom for rearranging her bookcase. I didn't want to face an angry Josephine.

I went and sat down on the chair at her desk and leaned back in it just as my cellphone rang in my pocket. I saw it was Jake and opened it on the second ring.

"Hey, Jake, how's it going?" I asked him as I opened my cell. My blood turned to ice in my veins at the words he uttered next.

"There's a Rogue in Forks."

Well, I feel accomplished, two chapters in two days :) how great is that? Leave a review and tell me what you thought of this chapter, please, and I'll try to update again tomorrow.