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There's a new girl in the town of Forks, she's smart, musical and down to earth. Sound like anyone we know? So what happens when she meets the Cullens? ES FINITO! Also some people haven't realized this, I changed the title of this from, 'A New Point of veiw' to it's current title 'Afterlife'. Sorry for the confusion! Also in this and all of my other stories the pictures do not belong to me I don't claim them in any way what so ever and I put who does own them in the chapter. Don't sue me please.colorful-12.gif image by Erka_03Someone left me a review with a banner! I was so happy but then my mouse got knocked and the review got deleted. So if you are that amazing person who made me a banner, can you please try and put it in another review? I would be eternally greatfull.

I own none of the characters in the fabulous Twilight Saga. The rest however are figments of my imagination. For anyone who knows me I picked the name for the main character because I couldn't think of a better one, and once I put it in there it just worked.

19. Chapter 19

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Kate as a vamp just without the lip rings, and green eyes. Though I guess thats what'd they would look like when she was human.

Chapter 19

I followed Edward to his old house, he was in my truck, Bella was on the bike, Alice was in her Porsche, leaving me in the Jag. My beautiful… Enough of the crazy car talk! My inner voice shouted. I could never tell which one was more sensible, I guess it depended. Whoa watch the road the voice said again. Probably that one I thought resigned.

I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going. I was distracted. By Damian. No don’t think about him I screeched to myself shaking my head. I didn’t need these memories right now!

By the time I had noticed where the hell I was, it was a bit too late. I was catapulted into my memories. Freaking shit! This was my old house. My head went into over drive. For gods sakes that would make Edward…

By then I was walking threw the house caught up by memories. My mum chasing me with bubbles threw the front of the house. Then teaching me and my little brother how to play the piano. Watching my dad and brother wrestle on the living room rug. Then us racing up and down the stairs trying to see who was faster.

I looked at Edward and the house wide eyed, and ran. Strait out the door, across the field and threw the little forest surrounding the yard. About a minute later I was at the creak. Where we used to try and catch frogs. Damn it all couldn’t I get rid of these memories!

I sat down on a large bolder to the side. "Shit," I said looking at the names carved into the stone. I need to clear my head I need to clear my head. I repeated over and over again to myself. Just say what he is, I reasoned. If you admit it to yourself it’ll make it so much easier.

Edward was…

Edward was…

Come on Kate you can do this I told myself. Just say it.

Edward was…

For gods sake I couldn’t say it! Why couldn’t I say it! "AHHHHHHHH!!!" I yelled. Frustrated. There was no stop to the memories. Us swinging on rope later into the creek in the summer. The rope was still hanging over on the big tree we always climbed. Never once did we reach the top. I was always thought that if we did we could’ve seen the whole world.

"What’s wrong?" somebody behind me asked. I turned around to see Edward. I just stared , he’d changed a lot since last I’d seen him. Then again last I’d seen him he was human. Hell I’d known him since we were born.

"Are you alright?" he asked me again walking closer to the bolder. I was hyperventilating and I barely even noticed it, there was a very good chance I had been since I left the house.

"Ye-Yeah I’m fine," I stuttered out.

"No your not. What’s up?" He asked. What did he suddenly have Jasper’s power. I thought sarcastically.

"Nothing," I said more sternly. I was debating on whether or not to tell him. Knowing your past was a terrible thing. Knowing what could have been, should have been, what you felt guilty for. Should I tell him? I asked myself over and over again, just sitting there like an idiot.

"Give me a minute," I sighed trying to get my head together. Damn how long was this going to take? I thought to the voice in my head. Give me a few more minutes it shouted hysterically. "I’m going insane." I groaned.