I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT CHARACTERS! I just like to play with them sometimes ;-)

BELLA IS NOT IN THIS STORY

Leaning against the railing of the most beautiful yacht I'd ever seen, feeling the warmth of the sun on my shoulders as we head to an Island I could have only dreamed about before, I couldn't help but look back on my life. Tiptoeing through the horrible memories of my past as I was lightly sprayed with clear water from the ocean. The two didn't seem to even touch each other, and yet...they collided.

The sad memories of my past shouldn't have had any presence while on this trip with my adopted family, and yet...I couldn't escape them. It wasn't that hard to believe, after all, given this would be my last trip. My last day in the sun before my deathbed. Looking down the way to where the rest of them were laughing and playing a card game, I felt a horrible guilt.

Who was I to ruin this time for them? Who was I to just come into their lives and throw them into such turmoil, such sadness? The thoughts caused a chuckle to leave me. Who was I indeed? I was the one they welcomed with open arms. The one they opened their home to. I was their adopted sister, their child. Not LEGALLY adopted, but in every sense of the word, I was.

To think that I had had 3 wonderful years with this family...only to have it end in my 21st year. A pair of honey colored eyes turned to meet mine and I couldn't stop the head that flooded my cheeks. He'd heard my sad thoughts and the look on his face almost caused me to be ill.

Lowering my eyes, I reached down to my small oxygen tank that rested in a backpack and turned, going into my bedroom to remove myself from prying eyes. Eyes that seemed to see into my very soul. I took a deep breath and sighed, setting my tank up next to the bed. I then climbed into the bed, as I was suddenly feeling very tired.

I started at the ceiling for a while, though I'm not sure how long. Long enough to hear everyone splitting apart and begin doing other things. Long enough to hear the gentle sounds of the keyboard piano that he had brought with him for the trip...for me. He knew how I loved his music. Closing my eyes to the haunting tune, tears filled my eyes and fell down my cheeks to disappear into my hair as I slowly drifted away into the memories that I didn't want to relive.

Just a rest...that's all I needed...just a rest...

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