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Memory, Missing Me

Something very strange has happened to Edward and Bella is determained to find out who and what has happened to him. But she needs help. In this situation, help may come from a very unexpected source.


3. Memories

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Charlie came home and was surprised to see me crying on my bed.

“What’s happened? Is it Mike?” those words made me cry harder.

“What is it?” he insisted.

“Nothing Charlie. Nothing! That’s the point!” he was baffled but I ran out the room, and into the woods. I knew where I really wanted to run. My second home. The Cullen’s house. But I couldn’t. Edward didn’t remember me. He had a new soul mate. Ha, soul mate. You should always remember your soul mate. I checked my mobile. No Edward. No Alice even. So nobody remembered that I went out with Edward? They all thought I went out with Mike? Would the nightmare never end? Maybe I really was crazy. Maybe my entire experience was a dream. The truck, the meadow, James, the fire. The fire! I pulled up my sleeve and there it was. The ring of teeth. Marked permanently on my skin by vampire venom. All my sadness vanished. There had to be a way to prove to Edward. Tomorrow I would get answers.

I woke up in the middle of the night. A figure was standing over me and for a minute hope overwhelmed me. The moonlight hit the figure. The woman. The one who had entranced Edward away from me. A vampire. She was touching my hand and as she did so, I saw things. Me and Mike on a date. Jessica crying after the spring dance. Her and Jacob. Days and days worth of memories.

“NO!” I cried out. The figure leapt back, hissing.

“Stay away from me!” I said, getting up “you may have entranced him away from me, but I will get him back. I swear it!” she snarled and darted from the window. I didn’t go back to sleep.

In the morning, I went slowly to school. I tried to ignore Edward’s car, and the fact that he was holding that vile girl’s hand. None of them looked my way, except for Rosalie. She looked at me with contempt. Looked like her feelings hadn’t changed. I wondered about her memories. Where they tainted by this girl’s malevolent gift? I knew that she was in the year above. The only way to talk to her was to try to stop her in the hallway. That probably wouldn’t work. So I decided to scribble a note.

Dear Rosalie.

I’m not sure if you remember me. Do you know what is going on? Please, meet me on the trail outside my house.


I bumped into her as she and Emmett passed. I surreptitiously slipped the note into her bag. She glared at me.

“Sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going” I just hoped she would read it and meet me. Please, let her come! I begged internally.

I sat on the trail for hours. No Rosalie. It began to get dark. Still, no Rosalie. Eventually I gave up and went inside. I ate my dinner in silence. Part of me still hoped she hadn’t found my note. But the sensible part told me that she would have smelt it out. After tea, I went back on the trail for a couple more hours. When she hadn’t arrived by eleven, all my hope vanished. I trailed off to bed.