(p.sfor New_moon_master!)

imortality, hurts when you have nothing to live for.
the darkness helps, being alone, cutting off all sanity.
bella., her brown eyes. her scaret blush, fragile. beautiful. Isabella.

"Carlisles home, edward please come down and greet your father." esmes thoughts begged. she found any eccuse just to see me act "normal"
i diddnt move, only to continue my rocking back and forth.
"hey carlisle, how was work?" alice said joyfully.
"umm ok i guess" he mumled, even up here i could hear everything that was said.
"i saw bella today"
my head jerked up. and i sped down the stairs,...

to 2469244.`

"where is she?, i wanna see her, where's jacob" i felt over joyed. she was alive, and well. my baby.
Tanna.
"He's with her in the waiting room." he replied in the same velvet voice that i oh longinly wanted to hear for so long ago. But it wasn't the right voice.
This was one big fix of them, that i think i might die of a overdose.
"Carlisle." i panted. i dont know how long i havent said that name only for my own good.
"Yes bella" he sighed, he diddnt look at me, as though he thought was either better that way , considering he knew what moment we were coming in to or that he just...

i woke, to the sounds of beeps.
beep, beep, beep
ta. ta.ta.
ive heard this music before,... in phoenix.
i fluttered my eyes open, to see a the familar, white walls. pink flowers, tall machines that make the contand beeps.
i looked around me , i alone. where was jacob?, one moment he was beside me, there next he is gone.
i dont even know how i got here, like a blackout,.
like trying to remember what happened the night before when you have your hangover.
all i remember was my little girl.
Tanna. Tanna. oh god.
"Hello!" i yelled, the pants refueling.it echoed down the halls.
i could footsteps...

the remake of the old capter 3, i was just to tired that i worte horible

dedicated to migutza2006


i sat down with my hot warm of coffee into the old armchair. just starrting at her lie there in her deep innocent slumber.
i couldnt resist, to walk over and just stop and stare.
she had two dimples painted in her cheeks with her smile, as thought hse was having a dream, a good dream. she was a good dream only waiting fr me to wake up.
she was peace, the inner tranquility that i longed the heal from.
she may not be able the heal the hole in my chest, but she was one big bandaid.
i stood there for...

capter one!!!


i flicked off the light, and prayed that when i shut the door that it wouldnt wake her up. i steped out of the room, taking one more glance at my addition to my complete life.
she was soo little, so young and yet so innocent to the world around her, so unaware to the creaters that surivive just outside her room, and i tend to keep it like that until the time is right.like of her father.
of only 5 weeks of age. and already made her perfect smile, and wow she looked like her dad.
the brown soft, russet colour tone, and the brown eyes,. the spitting image.
i smiled once more and...