Declaimer: Obviously all this belongs to Stephanie Meyer, otherwise I won't be doing this

Chapter 1

Dear whatever thing you are:

Ok this stupid, why on earth did I all of sudden, wanted to write a diary. Well… I think I know the reason: A desperate attempt to keep my humans memories, to help me keep my sanity. Even if they become blurry I'll still have them or read them. Right now I see it like something interesting to do.

I will start by telling you about myself. As a human my full name was Elizabeth Judith Masen. I was born on June 20th, 1901 in Chicago, Illinois and grew up in a family of four. My father, Edward Masen, my mother, Elizabeth Masen and my twin brother Edward Anthony Masen- well I think right now is Cullen not Masen- who's older only for a few minutes but he think he's all that. Just kidding! He's wonderful and I love him deeply, we were always together, and I miss him like crazy. It has been more than 60 years since the last time I saw him.

Our loving parents were wonderful and caring persons. They died from the Spanish influenza. Dad died on the first wave.

When my father got sick my mom wanted to send my brother and me away to her friend's house in other city, but it was too late. She and Edward became really sick, and against my will I was taken away from them. A friend of my dad and his family managed to escape taking me with them. He told me that mom asked him to take care of me and so they did. They give me everything a needed it, and their kids became my friends especially their older son, Andrew, he was older than me for only a year, and very handsome too.

He comforted me and told me that everything was going to be OK…and I believed him…

A few weeks later a letter came…my beloved and caring mother…was dead!I could not believe it at first. Why? I asked myself. Why? … But the answer never came…

And my brother? How is he? Where is he? What has happened to him? Is he dead? Is he ok?… Was all I could think about.

A month passed then another and another… a year passed and no news from him…then other year… for four years I heard nothing from him. In that period of time Andrew and I became really close and when I was 19 he proposed to me, we married only a few months after that. I loved him more than anything in the world; he was the light that illuminated my existence.

During that happy time I never stoped thinking about my bother. I knew he was there somewhere, but… where…?

When I was around 20-21 years old I was blessed with a beautiful baby boy. We named him Anthony. I was sooooo happy! He was adorable with that unusual bronze shaded color hair, from my mother and my brother. But the rest was from his father, especially his beautiful sky blue eyes.

Sadly when he was about five months old he started to change, from the happy baby he was to a very quiet one, when I took him to the hospital the doctor told me that my little Antony's heart was too weak and he won't be able to make it.

On all that my husband had an accident at work, it was all over the newspaper, some machine fell over him and other four workers, but nobody had information about the accident just that one of the men died, Andrew's best friend, David. The news shock me, he and Andrew were really close and now he was dead leaving behind a wife and three kids.

My baby was dying and my husband? Well…no idea. The company kept everything secret "until is safe" they keep saying.

Save what? I needed to know he was my husband after all!

….

Two days later my little Andrew died in the hospital, sleeping on my arms. The doctors said to me that that day was going to be his last, so I took him on my arms and hug him for the last time…

The company finally revealed information, and my husband was in the hospital fighting for his live. I could not tell him yet that our only son had died while he was in that condition, right?

One of the doctors attending him looked a lot like one of the doctors that was taking care of the people with the influenza. I remembered that doctor in particular because he was very handsome and gentle but especially because he was really attached to my family.

'I should ask him about Edward maybe is him and he will tell me, but what if I'm just confusing him' I kept saying to myself, but I gave up because I really didn't wanted him to tell me that Edward was dead.

After telling Andrew that I needed to leave because there was something I have to purchase, I made my way to the stores. On my way back home I was too distracted thinking about what would happen if he… well, die too, that I didn't notice the three men approaching me. It was an empty street and really dark, famous for that kind of incidents, they hit me and took my money and the things I bought.

While in the floor unconscious I felt a familiar voice calling me the way my brother used to do.

Ella… Ella…

Even in pain I remembered how much I hated that name, more reasons for him to call me that way. I could no help it but to feel a little happiness…

Ok I'm tired of this. I will continue tomorrow…

EdPOV

While I see my beloved Bella sleep I can't stop wandering where you are Ella… I used to call you that way because you hated it; it was so funny to see your angry face, and trying to hit me, but never to avail.

Mum called you Elly-belly, remember that? Urgh! That was even worst!

I remembered the night that you turned into a monster like me. Carlisle told me that he found you, and he met your husband. I was so happy and I wanted to see you, but I was afraid because of what I was so Esme told me to do it slowly, starting from a distance, and to take it easy. I just wanted to see that you were ok, but I found you almost dead and some jerks staring at you, when they saw me they started running, but I stopped them… part of my rebel stage…

I took you to Carlisle, he said you were bleeding internally and there was no way you'll survive, then he looked me in the eyes and immediately I understood, even before reading his mind.

The only way you would survive…

I'm sorry sis my decision took your soul.

….

Ella there's some I want you to meet.

Her name is Bella and I love her so much! I bet you two will get alone just fine.

That reminds me! Tomorrow is her birthday and Alice, my adoptive sister, have plans for her!

Bella's not going to be happy about it.

Anyways, I hope to see you soon. I love you Ella