Chapter One

Life was normal with my Uncle Charlie... He worked, I went to school and hung out with my friends on the weekend… but that changed the day my cousin arrived to do her annual visit with us. Normally she only stayed for a couple of days and quite reluctantly I might just quickly throw in there. My cousin and I were almost complete opposites. She had the beautiful brunette hair and paler skin with the almond eyes almost everyone adored. While I had dyed my natural blonde hair with blue coloured tips to match my eyes and quite tanned skin despite the almost non-existent sun in Forks. Normally, it was just my uncle and I by ourselves since my parents died.

Charlie was my dad's older brother and the only other member of family I had left. Renee I didn't like much, I'd never been a huge fan of her from what I can remember about the woman. Bella and I were as close as you could imagine cousins to be, our parents insisted we acted more like sisters than cousins. But that all changed when Renee and Bella moved away to live with Renee's new fiancé. That broke Charlies heart... and my trust in them. I had recently left Forks just before Bella came back to Charlie's life. I left to head to a fancy school which Charlie didn't make me go, but rather he didn't make me miss an opportunity for a better life. But since I took that opportunity, I had left Charlie… and it seemed like Bella replaced me. Now I'm coming back for the holidays, and apparently Bella's boyfriend had left her with her soul tattered and her body was weakening. I sat on the plane from London back to Seattle quietly reading my book, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children. It was one of my favourite books, it made me feel a bit more normal. A bit happier about being myself. Anyway, pulling my headphones out of my bag, I settle down for the several hour flight and wonder what life will be now back at Forks.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

"We are now descending to our destination, please fasten all seatbelts and place your trays in the upright position. We thank you for flying with us today and we hope to see you again soon." I am broken by the peaceful sound of music by the air hostess's voice. I quickly get all my stuff packed away and put my headphones back into my bag.

"Let's get ready to go home." I said quietly to myself. Leaving the airport wasn't so hard, not after you've done it so many times. It was simply walking out the front door, looking for a driver to take me all the way to Charlie's house, or my home. I actually found a driver very quickly; he didn't mind my quietness or my lack of directions. All he needed were the few words of the address, hello and thank you as he drove off back down the driveway. I didn't see Charlie's sheriff truck in the port, nor the Rabbit he had given Bella a few months earlier under my suggestion. They both must have been out, hopefully both busy and happy.

"I really hope you haven't changed the locks Uncle Charlie, otherwise you're gonna have a really unhappy niece surprising you when you get home." I whispered to myself. Pulling my keys out of the depths of my bag, thankfully the key managed to fit into the lock and that tell tale click came from the turning of the piece of metal. Sliding the door open, it was easy to see that not much has changed. The photos were still the same, plus the added one of Bella's formal. I chuckled at the very beautiful dress she wore with that charming thick black boot on her leg with a pair of crutches completing the look.

"Always hurting yourself, aren't you Bells?" I smirked. Dragging my suitcase behind me up the stairs, I walked anxiously to my old room. I trusted Uncle Charlie but it didn't take much effort to change things of how I liked them. I liked the bay window where I curled up on the many cold days to read a book, or my white bed in the middle of the room where I felt calm when it rained at night. My old room was my sanctuary and that was the one thing that no matter where I lived, that room would be the best thing I've ever had. Pushing the door open gently, I was relieved to see very little had changed. The only difference was the light layer of dust covering almost everything, from the many books on the bookshelves to the desk in the corner. A quiet sigh released from my mouth…. And I was finally home once again. The only difference was now the empty feeling from the quiet house. I used to love this feeling but after living in London in the hustle and bustle for the last couple months it was now too quiet. Throwing my suitcase on the floor, shoving the clothes back in the drawers and the wardrobe in the wall. The empty suitcase now resting under my bed, my lack of sleep finally caught up with me and shutting my eyes, I felt myself drifting of to sleep.