When I finally reached the part of the highway where the driveway should be, I kept myeyes peeled for the place where I would turn off. Seeing it, I pulled off the road and drove alongthe winding lane as fast as was possible. But the weeds were overgrown in the middle making it somewhat difficult to see the path. But I could see the clearing ahead through a break in the trees. When I drove into the open, I was shocked by what I saw. The meadow that surrounded the house was even more overgrown than the lane. And the big white house was dark in everywindow, looking completely devoid of life. It felt like a distant memory of when I had coming looking for Edward after he had left.     Not ever bothering to shut off the engine, I jumped out of the truck and ran to the porch.Without even pausing, I tried the door and found it unlocked. Inside I was only met by moredarkness and emptiness. All the furniture was gone, as all signs of life weren’t present either.Panicking more I ran up the stairs and tripped when I got to the top of the landing. But I jumped back up as fast as I could and continued to the third floor. There, I turned and ran down the hall to Edward’s room. But like the rest of the house, it was empty. Not a cd or piece of furniturehad been left behind.     I sang to the floor and began to cry. Where was everyone? Why was their house abandoned? Had my life as a vampire been too good that fate had seen to step in and take itaway? With a sudden idea I stopped crying and got up from the floor. Maybe he would be waiting for me in my bedroom at Charlie’s house! Memories of all the nights he had spent with me therecame flooding back. I was running down the stairs and out the door before I had time to thinkof anything else. I hopped back into my running truck that was roughly idling and sped back downthe winding lane. Once again I was urging my truck forward as fast as it would go. At this ratemy poor truck would be dead by the time I reached Charlie’s.     Somehow it managed to get me the whole way there. I shoved it into park and shut off the engine. I barged through the door and was running toward the stairs when I heard my dad call, “Bella?”     “Yes, it’s me dad.”, I answered as I continued up the stairs. I didn’t pause until I got to mybedroom door. What would I find in there? Would he be sitting on my bed waiting for me like he used to? I was afraid to go in and risk him not being there, but I was more afraid not to. But of course he would be there! He had to be!     I shoved the door open and took in my surroundings. My furniture was where it had always been. The covers on my bed unmade. And beside the bed on the floor lay my favorite book, Wuthering Heights. Although there should be nothing wrong with that, there was. I had taken all ofmy books to the cottage that Edward and I lived in. How did it get here? It looked as if it had fallenfrom where I had it on my nightstand after getting sleepy from hours of reading. Just like it used towhen I lived here. But it seemed as if all of my stuff was here, put back exactly where it had been before. Even my favorite blue sweater lay on a heap at the end of the bed where I had thrown it thetime I was angry at Charlie.      Suddenly curious of these new findings, I remembered the radio missing from my truck’sdashboard. Long ago, Edward had found it in a garbage bag in my closet. After that, he had replacedit so Emmett wouldn’t be offended that I had ruined his gift. I turned to my closet and started digging through all the stuff I had piled in there. One of the items I stumbled upon was my fancy red blouse that I was sure had been stolen when Victoria created an army of newborn vampires to kill me. But yet here it was in my hands as if it had never been taken. I dug more furiously until I found a black garbage bag at the bottom. Opening it up, I could see the ruined stereo inside. But Edward had gotten rid of this to hide the evidence, hadn’t he?     I was getting more panicked as the minute wore on. Now I began searching for any other itemsI had that tied me to Edward. Where was the cd he gave me that had my lullaby? I looked in my cdplayer, but it was empty. And my cd case had all my other discs, except that one. I didn’t have mycharm bracelet on, and it wasn’t in the tiny jewelry box that Renee had given me for Christmas fiveyears ago. I seen my camera and scrapbook laying on my desk. Rushing over to it, I flipped the book open to the first page. The photo that was of me and Edward that should have been there was now missing. But underneath where the photo had once been was still the caption I had wrote. This was really starting to scare me.     Another thought came back to me. Edward had once said that after he had taken these things,he had actually hid them under my floorboards. Now I was crawling on my floor feeling for any loose boards. I finally felt a few near the wall and I pulled them up. But there was nothing there but dust.My things had to be somewhere! I started forcing up boards that weren’t loose. I was faintly awarethat my fingertips were bleeding, but I didn’t feel any pain. I continued to rip up the stubborn boardsuntil I heard a knock on my door.     “What are you doing in there?”, Charlie questioned. The words muffled by the closed door.     I didn’t say anything. I was still pulling at the floor, the boards groaning in protest. Charlie opened the door and stared down at me in shock. “Bella, what the hell are you doing?”, he roared.     I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. “I can’t find my things. They’re gone.”     “What’s gone?”, he asked.     “All my stuff from Edward!”, I cried. “Every thing is exactly the way it used to be.”     “What do you mean the way it used to be? You didn’t do anything different to your room,Bella. Nothing’s changed. Well, except that you’ve completely ruined your floor.”, he pondered.     “You don’t understand.”, I whispered. “Edward fixed everything. He gave it back, but now it’sgone. I can’t find it anywhere.”     He got down on his knees beside me.”Honey, Edward couldn’t have fixed anything. He’s not here. He left months ago.”     I started crying harder when he said that. “Why does everyone keep telling me that?”, I sobbed.     “Because it’s true, sweetheart. You’ve been walking around like a zombie ever since he left.Then I thought I’d lost you when you jumped off that cliff. If Jacob hadn’t been there, I don’t know what I would have…”, he broke off with a sob of his own.     I barely ever seen my father cry and this startled me back into reality. Everything that was happening was just as it was a year ago. Before I had raced to save Edward, when I had the holein my chest. With that thought, I noticed that my chest did ache. This was the remainder of the hole, it wasn’t gone. The only way that was possible was if I really was back to the time I had beenso depressed. It had started to heal during my coma, although I didn’t know it. My whole life with Edward from the time he came back until I became a vampire was only a dream. The hole came back with full force threatening to tear me apart. I wasn’t a vampire, I never was. I had never marriedEdward, and we didn’t have a daughter together. It had all be a lavish dream from my own wishes.So while I had been held prisoner by that coma I had dreamed up the life I always wanted. It had seemed so real, it had every detail. How had I imagined a face as beautiful as Renesmee’s? Or how intense the pain was while the venom coursed through my body? Surely those couldn’t bea figment of my imagination. But yet, they were. No part of that life had happened and I was stillin Forks alone. Edward had left because he didn’t want me, and nothing would change that.