I ran through the forest. Dad, leave. Dad, leave. Dad, leave! I slowed down a little when I saw the house, or should I say cottage? Leave, leave, leave. And don’t ask.
He went outside, looked at me for a brief moment, and ran away, towards the big house. Blue, blue, blue, blue.
I opened the front door.  My room, room, room, room, room. Mom came after me. I lay down in my bed, and she lay at my side.
Silence. She new just how to make me feel better.
“Shh, it’s okay. Everything is okay.” The tears gushed down my face.
“Can you tell me something?”
“What? Do you have anything in mind?”
“No, nothing in particular.”
“Okay. There’s actually something I would like you to know.”
I waited for her to continue.
“You know I haven’t lived here in Forks like this all the time,” she started.
I thought about my very first memory, Mom as human.
“I lived in Phoenix at first, with Renée and Phil. But when I was seventeen I moved here, to live with Charlie.
“First day at school was horrible. I met this weird, but beautiful guy. We were lab partners in Biology, but the following week or so, he was gone.”
“Dad, right?”
“Yup. Anyway, my friends and me went on a trip to La Push First Beach. That’s when I met Jacob for the first time. He told me some quileute legends. Soon after that, I understood what Edward and his siblings were.”
“Vampires?”
“Yes. Then it all began.”
“What?”
“I’m about to tell you. Be patient.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“Anyway, Edward and I fell in love—“
“Aw…”
“Stop interrupting me!”
I chuckled. “’Kay.”
"I had this dream, to become like him. But he didn’t want that to happen. So they left Forks.”
I knew this; that Dad had left.
“I was depressed for months. But then I met Jacob again. We hung out almost every day. Until the fever set in.
He told me to remember what he’d said at the beach, when we’d first met. After a while I realized what he was, a werewolf.
“We became friends again, but not entirely like before. He wasn’t the same.”
“Get to the point…”
“Sorry. Got caught up by the moment…”
“’S okay.”
“Right. Anyway, I jumped off a cliff—“
“You did what?”
“I went cliff diving. No big deal.”
“Yeah, right…”
“No. But Alice thought I was dead, and Rose told Edward. So he went to the Volturi—“ I winced at my memories of the black robes, “—but I’m not going to give you nightmares by telling you that story.
“Anyhow, they got back to Forks. But Jake and I were better friends than what Edward approved. Plus, Jake’s feelings for me were of a different kind than mine were for him.
“Buy now Edward had promised me to change me. He would do it himself on one condition. I would have to marry him.”
“And you did,” I commented.
“Not exactly. Later. Just let me talk.”
“You don’t really like it when I interrupt, do you?”
“Not at all.”
I smiled.
“When Jake found out about our marriage he was mad and disappointed. So he left. He left La Push. We didn’t know where he was, not even Sam knew.
“But we didn’t let that stop out plans. The wedding was beautiful, you should have been there.”
“Do you have any pictures?”
“Sure, I’ll show you sometime.”
She didn’t say anything for a while.
“That’s it? End of story?”
“Oh, right. Forgot. Sorry.
“At the party, we got visit from a very close friend.”
“Jacob!”
“Yes. You have no idea how glad I was.”
“I can imagine.”
She sighed.
“Where was your honeymoon?” I could ask that, right?
“You will find out eventually,” she said, smug.
“Hey! That’s not fair!”
“Actually, it is. I didn’t know until we were there.”
“Haha, okay.” I chuckled. But then I remembered why I was here, and started to cry again.
“My little baby,” Mom whispered and took me in her arms.
I cried myself to sleep that night.