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Vietato per Ricordare

Bella jumps off of the cliff in New Moon...but it wasn't Jacob who saved her. Tanya Denali and her sisters offer to take care of the delirious Bella. She can only remember one thing- her name. What happens when Edward shows up after he finds out Bella has died? If Bella can't remember, and she's so altered completely after her transformation into a vampire, how will they know? And was this someone's plan all along? Who was in on it? It's finished! Look out for a sequel (:*AND IF YOU READ IT, PLEASE TAKE TIME TO REVIEW IT!*Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget- it's a hard line to walk.Vietato per Ricordare Banner by poptartsandshoelaces Ahem, banner by me(: I stared at him, trying to find an answer for what he just said. He was right. There might not even be a heaven for all we know, and here I was, attempting to get his hopes up that there was when I knew he had no hope for anything left. “Love never fails.” I said simply.It's finished! It's so sad to see it end! But I'll be back before ya know it :D


9. Scars

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Chapter 9: Scars

It's a shame that it had to be this way
It's not enough to say I'm sorry
It's not enough to say I'm sorry

Maybe I'm to blame
Or maybe we're the same
But either way I can't breathe
Either way I can't breathe

All I had to say is goodbye
We're better off this way
We're better off this way

I'm alive but I'm losing all my drive
Cause everything we've been through
And everything about you
Seemed to be a lie
A guiltless twisted lie
It made me learn to hate you
Or hate myself for letting it pass by

All I had to say is goodbye
We're better off this way
We're better off this way
All I had to say is goodbye
We're better off this way
We're better off this way

And every, everything isn't only
What it seemed so hold these
Words that you never told me
It's time to say goodbye
It's time to say goodbye
It's time to say goodbye


Take my hand away
Spell it out
Tell me I was wrong
Tell me I was wrong

Goodbye- Secondhand Serenade


I don’t know how much time passed; it could’ve been minutes, hours, or days- I didn’t even notice. I only realized that someone I loved very much went away forever, never to be seen again. The thought of Edward not living anymore made my lifeless heart stutter in fear, and then settle back again into numbness.

My body felt apathetic to everything else going on around me. Though I heard my name being called several times, I really didn’t want to answer. I wanted to stay here in this hole forever and ever.

I had no idea why I was acting so strongly to his absence- I barely knew him. It was just the thought of it all. His last words still haunted me. It was depressing seeing his mind altered so completely that he would say what he did.

“Bella,” a relieved voice sighed from behind me. I turned my head toward it, and saw Irina. Her eyes were incredulous, staring at me, confusion painting her features over. “What are you doing?”

I just shook my head, unable to find my voice. I laid back down on the ground, and suddenly Irina was at my side. “Bella, what happened?” she asked again, only rewording her question into different context.

“Edward’s gone…” I choked out, never moving my eyes from the wet grass beneath me.

I gentle breeze rocked through the trees, and a few flakes of snow landed on my hand. Irina set her fingers lightly on my shoulder.

“I know,” she said, and she smoothed my tangled mess of hair.

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We sat in silence for a while, her hand softly patted my shoulder once in a while as a comfort tactic, and I would have to thank her for being so affable when I gained a stoicism about me. I heard her take in a deep breath, and then push it back out slowly.

“Bella, I think there is something you should know.” She said quietly. I sat up, and propped myself on my elbow. My eyes adjusted to the light quickly, and I blinked the snowflakes away from my eyelashes.

“If it’s about how Edward is asking the Volturi to kill him, I already know.” I said, grimly. Irina shook her head slowly, and looked down at her hands.

“Bella, how much did Edward tell you about…her?” she asked. I was a little baffled by her question, surprised that she’d ask it now. I shrugged.

“Not a lot. He just told me that she was human, he had to leave her, and then she committed suicide.”

“Did he tell you her name?” she asked, scooting herself a little closer to me.

Three snowflakes fell down from the sky, and landed on my a rms. I watched as they sparkled on my pale s kin, but never melted. They each kept their perfect, unique shape. I thought about her question as I contemplated the temperature of my skin, backtracking through all of our conversations and trying to find any evidence of a name. I shook my head.

“Her name was Bella.” She said, in a hushed whisper.

I felt my eyebrows come together as I thought of the thick irony in her words. “Does he know my real name? Is that why he says I remind him too m uch of her?” I asked.

She sighed. “No, he doesn’t know your real name…” she trailed off for a moment, looking back in the direction of the house. She shook her head back and forth again, this time very quickly. She groaned, and stared up at the sky “Tanya s going to kill me.”

“Why? Irina, what’s going on?” I asked, my voice becoming a little higher in bitter annoyance at her tentativeness.

She peered back at me, and moved her hand up to her face, rubbing her left temple. “What would you say if I told you that you knew Edward in your human life?”

I looked at her skeptically, scrutinizing her odd expression. Her face was expectant. “I’d ask how.” I replied.

“Bella didn’t really commit suicide,” Irina began, and looked at me, pursing her lips tightly before continuing. “She jumped off of a cliff…cliff diving on La Push beach in Forks. Do you see what I’m saying Bella?”

I stared back at her, refusing to believe what she was saying. I couldn’t have known Edward, it was impossible. They hid in Forks, I never met him or his family…impossible…

“Bella…?” Irina put her hand on my knee. “Are you okay?”

“No, no. No, I didn’t know who Edward was until a month ago, Irina. I’m not his Bella. I can’t be.”

“You can and you are.” She said sternly, taking my hand in hers. “Look.” She held my arm up to my face.

I pulled back, and settled my eyes on it. “What?” I asked.

My eyes trailed down my arm, staring at the long, pink , and fading scar that ran up it. On my wrist was a crescent shape, a little darker than the rest of my skin - I had never even noticed it.

“What is it?”

Irina pointed to the little moon. “This is the bite mark from a vampire named James that bit you last spring,” her fingers moved up my arms as I stared in doubt. No, this was not true. “And this is the cut that you got at Edward’s house on your birthday.”

I shook my head. “No, Bella got a paper cut, not a gash.” I countered.

“Edward tried to save you and he pushed you back against a stack of glass plates.”

I felt my breathing quicken, and my throat was dry and hoarse. “How do you know all of this, Irina?9 D I asked.

“I keep in touch with Alice. She let me know all the details.” She said.

“Irina, it doesn’t even matter. Edward is probably already there, and as far as I know, they’ve probably already killed him.” My voice caught at the end when I said ‘killed.’ I stared back down at the ground to hide my expression.

She shook her head. “No, Aro is not going to do it that easily for one thing. Two, Edward couldn’t have made it to Italy in two hours. There is no way in hell.” Irina told me as if I sounded so naïve.

“Can we still make it then?” I asked, a little bit of confidence becoming evident in my voice, though it was still barely a whisper.

“We have to hurry. We can’t let him die, Bella. You two love each other too much.” She smiled, and my answering one was a little half hearted.

I realized that everything that Edward had said about his past love was all about me. My heart fluttered, my stomach did flips, and my mind whizzed around in my head.

Irina extended her arm towards me, and I took it unwillingly. She pulled me up, and set her hand delicately on her shoulder. “This will al l turn out okay, Bella. I know that it will. But we have to leave now. You may have forgotten about Kate’s power and only God knows what Tanya will do if she finds out that I told you everything.”

I was suddenly very frightened at the thought of Tanya storming out here, seeking her revenge upon me. My thoughts subsided when I saw that Irina had begun running towards the direction we went. “Where are we going?” I called to her.

“The airport!” She slowed to a jog and turned around. She waved a hand telling me to come with her. “We need a nonstop flight to Italy, now.”

I began to run, still in disbelief that it was me the entire time. What really upset e though, was that I could still not remember anything. It was still all nothing but a blank. So why would Edward believe it? We have no evidence that I am her. The only thing would be the picture that nobody but Tanya and I saw which was now nothing but a pile of ashes in the fireplace. But I still couldn’t hide the happiness that swept over me.

It was too good to be true, but in the back of my mind, I was deeply terrified of the consequences of what would happen if Edward did die.

Those consequences, being Tanya.