BPOV

"Oh my god, I have the remedy for love, I struck the glass and broke the bones inside my fist-"

Mmm... Stop the noise. I want to stay asleep.

"But I'm okay. I cannot change you, you'll never change-"

I picked up my phone. Curse you pink LG cookies and your loudness. I glanced at the screen before I answered. It said a number, not a name. Who is it?

"Hello" I said in my polite phone-voice.

There was no answer. Huh. People these days, calling people and not even being bothered to speak. Still no answer. Well hanging up is what I shall do then.

"Oh, sorry Isabella."

Avoice apologised before my finger got to the square button-thingy. I know the squeaky 'I'm-better-than-you-and-I-control-eeeverything-mahahaha' voice.

"Jenny" I reverted back to miss 'I-don't-give-a-flip' as I spoke to her.

"I'm sorry to have to speak to you again" bitch "But as it is needed that I keep eye on you, I'm informed on certain things"

Huh, I haven't done anything wrong. But her whiny voice tells me that I have. Wait... I can't remember anything after leaving for school.

That's weird, I usually only remember leaving school.

"You exited school without permission yesterday, its lunch right now and you haven't even attended. What do you have to say about that?"

I want to slap her so much, I might implode.

"Hmm. Lets scan that little brain of mine. Umm. Bye?"

I hung up, threw the phone on the comfy bed, closed my eyes and did a cat-like stretch. Okay. Izzy, when you open your eyes you will remember everything.

Mad I know, but what the hell! I opened my eyes and saw-

"PINK." I screamed like a banshee. "ALICE WHAT DID YOU DO! MY ROOM LOOKS LIKE PEPTO BISMAL EXPLODED INSIDE IT!"

I was hyperventilating. Pinks alright... in small doses. But I want my room black and silver and red. Not like a marshmallow! My fingers curled into my palms, and my toes

curled into the soft carpet. I heard 'For a Pessimist, I'm pretty Optimistic' by Paramore turn off... well more like I didn't hear it any more, then the imp appeared in front of me.

I stepped back and fell on the bed. This isn't my bed... I looked at Alice's concerned face. My eyes traced her sharp features. High cheekbones. Perfect lips. Sharp chin.

Piercing eyes. All perfect, to any person. Even her unusually pale skin was unbelievably beautiful compared to the suntanned girls of phoenix.

... And I remember everything. (A/N Sorry I love resident evil movies, I just had to.)

I knew Alice would hate to see me tremble. So I didn't. I hadn't lost my touch. (A/N sorry, I'm in a quoting mood.) I didn't shrink away. I didn't laugh, smile or cry.

No hysterics. Maybe that's more worrying than anything. Judging by the contours between Alice's brows, it was certainly evident that her worries were not quenched.

The tiny vampire sat on the bed next to my immobile body and closed my eyes. She stroked just beneath my eyebrow

(A/N Try it on babies to calm them down, it works!) and my hair.

We remained on that bed, silent, until the others arrived. I whispered to Alice my biggest sadness, being deprived of parents, then tried to exit the room. She told

me to stay in the room, her face let me know that she had hope of something. Helping me.

"I'm gonna bring someone up to speak to you" she told me. And even without blinking, my eyes were to slow to see her leave.

But I didn't want to see any one. And she brought up the person I thought I needed least. Rosalie.

I sat on the bed, crossed my legs and closed my eyes. I felt the bed slope slightly as she sat down.

"Bella. I thought I would have nothing in common with you. And that's true in a certain way, but we also share something in common that is horrible." After she said that,

she told me her story.

As she spoke tears rolled down my face and my heart burned for the vulnerable woman beside me, but I still didn't understand what we had in common.

"One of the worst things though, of that betrayal" She continued, to my down-turned face. "Is that I was made into a vampire." I looked up at her, confusion lacing my thoughts.

Did she not love Emmett or her family?

"I had wanted, even before my change, a child. Someone I could look after. I have lost a child, and you have lost your parents. Different, I know, but the same in that empty hole inside of us."

The tears slid faster down my face, then came to a final stop as I understood what she meant.

"Bella, would it be okay with you if I could act like your mother at times, the person you tell when you fall in love, the person you trust, the person who comforts you or makes you feel guilty?

Other than the times you need me I would merely be satisfied by being your older sister. Please." Her body was shaking with what I perceived as sobs.

I hugged her and held her, my turn to sooth.

"Rose its okay, its okay. You can! We both need someone who understands; you can look after me, and be looked after by me when it is needed. It's okay."

Her sobs slowed, but she stayed in my embrace.

Hiya! I know it's not much after such a long break, but i felt that if i didnt publish it now, it would be ages till i did. Also I'd reeeaally appreciate any reviews as i have an english exam tomorrow, and i need to know how i can improve... in less than a day.

Yeah, kinda late i knoooow... but i had writers block. But i read your reviews and my muse woke up. about time too, she must be lazier than me! My birthday was on the 31st of May, and im 13 now, so please keep reading and reviewing if you want, as a late present! *big cheesy smile* you know you wanna!

I'll try to write more tommorow, but i might be exhausted from all of my tests... stupid year 8, maybe year 9 is better?

bye!