A/n: I hope this finds you all healthy and well! Now that I'm doing online school, I have a little more time to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did writing it.

Disclaimer: If I wrote Twilight, Bella wouldn't have like twenty personalities. And she'd know how to throw a punch. Seriously, who doesn't know how to throw a punch?

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Chapter Four:

Annalise:

I'm sitting at the kitchen table, eating some toast when Charlie runs by me, his face grim. I follow him with my eyes, wondering what is going on. But when Charlie's on a case, he has a mind only for that case.

A few minutes later, my phone starts to ring. I look down, and see that it's Lenzie. I swipe my finger across the screen, and hold the phone to my ear.

"Ohmygods! Annalise! Are you okay?" Lenzie screams into the phone. I wince and hold the phone slightly away from my face.

"Yeah, Lenz. I'm fine. Why?"

"Because they found the body of a girl about our age in the forest behind your house. Way out from your house, but still. I know you jog out there. Just wanted to make sure you're okay. It's all over the news!"

"Holy shit!" I exclaim. Lenzie and I talk for awhile longer, then Keisha and I talk, then Leah and I talk, and then Hannah and I talk. Finally, I plunk down in front of the TV, and flip to the news station.

The picture of a girl appears. She doesn't look like me, and she's not from Forks. Apparently, her name was Jessica Abbot. She was hiking. Alone. Not a smart move.

She was killed by a wild animal. Only explanation. Nobody goes that deep into the woods unless they have a death wish. That girl must have.

"Anna, what's going on?" Bella asks.

"Some girl was found dead in the woods." I inform her.

"That's horrible!" Bella says. I look carefully at her.

Part of me is convinced my sister is either a psychopath, or skitzophrenic, or bipolar. Sometimes, she'll have these days where she looks and acts fine.

But I'm just now noticing, after living with her for a week, that she's kind of different from every other teenager I know. She sort of floats through life without feeling any emotions. Like, they're there on the surface, but it's clear to me that she's faking. Less than five seconds after said emotion appears, it's gone. And I am about ninety-nine percent sure she's been halucinating some things about the Cullens.

How the hell could anybody stop a van with their hands? He may have managed it, but his hands would be all fucked up after. And as someone who broke their hand from falling the wrong way, I can tell you that Cullen's hands were not fucked up.

I watch the horrified emotion cross onto Bella's face, then fade away just as quickly. Her eyes, if you look close enough, look blank. I've been reading people since I was about three years old.

"So, Anna, this guy asks you for dirrections. What do you do?" Charlie would ask. I'd study the guy in question, and then give my findings and decision.

"Well, he's got a wedding ring on, so he's a husband. He's holding a baby on his hip, so he's a dad. The baby looks just like him. He's holding a grocery bag. I'd give him the dirrections."

At first, I was horrible at it. By the time I was seven, I'd learned how to read facial expressions to a tee. I started meditating, doing all the spiritual stuff. Going on nature walks, reading auras, and then trying to apply them to people. Bella has a grayish aura. She has blocked energy fields, she doesn't show any of the other types of aura.

Five seconds, then the look fades from Bella's face. She makes her way into the kitchen and looks for something to eat. I watch the news for a few more minutes, then flick through the channels.

Keisha sends me a text later. It's a link to a youtube video about how sports changed this girl's life.

Keisha's told me her story. She used to hate everything about herself. She was extremely depressed. She was a mean girl in elementary school before she moved here. She started doing soccer as a way to excersise all her feelings. I love her story; it's really inspirational.

Charlie's aura is dim. Very dim. It's almost nonexistent. He's gotta be completely spent.

"I'll clean the kitchen tonight, Charlie." I say. "Go relax. Your aura is practically nonexistent."

"When did my little girl start noticing people's auras?" Charlie asks. I know he doesn't believe in auras the same way I do, and that he's just trying to humor me, but I answer anyway.

"I got pretty good at noticing auras and vibes and stuff when I was fifteen."

"You see auras?" Bella butts in with her unwanted opinion, as usual.

"Yeah." I answer. "I have for two years."

"I think you should see a psychiatrist. Anyone who can see auras is insane. They don't exist."

"You have a dimmish gray aura, Isabella." I say, turning to empty the dishwasher.

"What does that even mean?" snaps Bella.

"We have wifi." I reply. "Google it."

"Okay girls, enough." Charlie says.

"I do not have a gray aura." Bella says.

"Isabella! Enough." Charlie says. "Whatever color your aura is, it doesn't really matter. Now, if you two are going to keep arguing, take it outside. I'm too tired to be your referee."

Bella rolls her eyes. I continue putting away plates.

"Annalise, give me a spatula." Bella snaps.

"Your legs work." I say. "My hands are full of plates. What do you want me to do? David Copperfield a spatula?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I want you to do."

"Sucks to suck."

"Girls." charlie says. I can see the flashes of anger, a flash of red through his otherwise blue aura.

Charlie's sensative, but he's not always that great at showing his sensitivities. He doesn't talk a lot, but when he cares about you, he cares deeply. He'd do anything for those he cares for.

I do wind up cleaning the kitchen. Bella does not offer to help. Of course she doesn't. She skulks back to her room, and a few seconds later, I hear her door close. And then I hear, "Annalise, I do not have a gray aura!" She's googled it.

A/n: Okay, so two things. First, I had to Google the meanings of the aura colors, so let me know if I'm wrong. Also, I'm gonna update my profile, so feel free to check it out! Stay healthy, and apreciate your blessings during this crazy time. My heartfelt prayers go out to anyone affected by this virus.

Later!

Lauren.