This is my new story. There's some Bella/Jacob , but there's more Bella/Edward mush.

And there's Jacob/OC mush.

Enjoy... and review.. or the story stops.

Oh, and Happy NEW MOON DAY! I'm going to see it tomorrow and I cannot wait; I've been hyper about seeing it since going to the New Moon UK Fan Party, haha!

Rose Swan is based on Lucy Hale's looks. I've edited a photo to how she actually looks; http:// i810. photobucket. com/ albums/ zz25/teamswitzerland /rubyswan. jpg


I looked in the mirror. I was hardly myself anymore. The recently-sixteen Rose Swan was long gone. In her place, was a zombie.

My emerald green eyes had lost their shine. My auburn hair fell flat and dull.

My chest ached like a thousand knives had stabbed me, the blades twisting and cutting out my heart.

My mother, was gone.

She'd died in the car-crash that had given me seven stitches to fix the cut on my arm. Compared to her, I had lost nothing. She had lost everything.

There was no light to break up the dark.

"Rosie, I'm sorry." My Uncle Charlie apologised as he picked me up from the airport.

We'd been in the car for ten minutes now, and not a single word had been exchanged. Then again, there was nothing to say. He'd lost his sister, and I'd lost my mother.

My father? Well, he disappeared out of the picture before I was born. That made the stabbing feeling worse. All I had left was my Uncle Charlie and my cousin Bella.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I watched the rain drops drip down the window of Charlie's police cruiser.

This time last week, everything had been fine.

And now, I was in Forks, where everything from the still green trees, to the stormy weather matched my mood. Great, just great.

Charlie sighed, staring out the front of the car.

I had to try and be happier, for his sake. Last time he'd called mom, Bella had been in pieces, because her boyfriend had moved away. He didn't need two zombies for company.

"Does it always rain?" I asked, trying to make conversation. My voice was hoarse and my throat throbbed from days of crying.

Charlie half-smiled. "Yeah, pretty much, especially at this time of year."

I was used to sunny weather in February, but apparently Forks, Washington, was not.

We passed the sign into the town, and I watched as the houses passed by. It was quite a small town, and it did have some character; it certainly wasn't a newly-developed housing estate like I had lived in back home... back in Arizona.

We pulled into the driveway and I took a deep breath as I looked at my new home.

"It's pretty cosy." Charlie said, trying to laugh, but I could tell he was as hurt as I was.

I stepped out of the cruiser, closing the door as I slung my two rucksacks over my shoulder.

Charlie pulled my two suitcases out of the trunk and unlocked the front door. "Bells, honey, could you give us a hand out here?"

My cousin walked out of the house and smiled politely at me. "Rosie, I am so sorry. If you need to talk..."

"I'll let you know." I half-smiled.

Bella nodded and lifted one of my suitcases, stumbling as she pulled it inside. She seemed a little perkier then when Charlie had last called us.

"Seen Jacob today, Bells?" Charlie asked as we headed towards the stairs.

"Yeah." She nodded. "Do you remember Jacob Black, Rosie?"

"Yeah." I smiled. "Didn't we used to hang out with him at the beach when we were younger?"

Bella's eyes shone at the memory. "Yeah, those were the days. We haven't done that since I was ten, and you were eight."

"This place hasn't changed since my last visit." I said as we all struggled up the stairs with my belongings.

"No, it hasn't." Charlie agreed as we reached the top.

We walked into the bedroom next to the toilet. I remembered that Bella's bedroom was on the other side of the guest bedroom.

I smiled as we walked inside; the walls were lilac and the carpet was grey. A few fairylights were strung over the black iron bed frame. The bed was next to the window, and had a closet opposite. In the corner was a small desk and a black armchair.

"It's not amazing, but it's hard to tell what you kids like." Charlie said, placing my suitcase on the floor.

"It's great Charlie, thank you." I nodded at him.

"Do you need help unpacking?" Bella asked, placing down my other suitcase, tripping as she did so.

I shook my head. "I'll be okay thanks."

"Okay, I'll start on dinner. Is six okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

Charlie and Bella left me alone in my new bedroom.

I opened a suitcase and began to unpack. I sighed when I came across a photo of my me and my mother. I placed it on the bedside table, running my fingers over her face.

Tears shone in my eyes, but I held them back. I needed to be strong. Mom wouldn't want to see me like this, and it wouldn't do Bella or Charlie any good.

I pulled out a large photo frame, which held a painting of a wolf; my mom had always been superstitious and believed that wolves were protectors.

I placed it on the empty nail on the wall, before hanging my dreamcatcher next to the window. I then pulled out the wolf soft toy my mother had bought me when I was a baby. I placed it on my new bed with a sigh.

Anything that protected me from the pain, was worth it.

That evening, Bella cooked me stew for dinner. Afterwards, the three of us sat in front of the TV and watched some documentary about wildlife in Washington; to be honest, I was hardly watching. I was staring at the screen, not taking any information in.

"I think I'm going to go to bed." Bella said, standing up.

I stood up too. "Yeah, I'm pretty tired too."

"Okay, girls, well you know where I am if you need me." Charlie smiled, worry filling his eyes.

Bella and I each kissed his forehead before retiring up the stairs.

I laid on my bed, staring into space. Sleep wasn't coming, how ever much I wanted it. I crept over to my bookshelf, looking at the books Bella had given me.

One book stood out to me. Quileute legends. Mom had spoken of them before, and I knew that they were Quileutes in La Push.

I pulled out the book and returned to my bed, opening it and beginning to read.

I was a quarter of the way through the book when the screaming started. I jumped up and ran into Bella's bedroom.

She sat up on the bed panting, tears dripping down her cheeks. I was amazed Charlie was still snoring down the hall.

"Bells, are you okay?" I asked, sitting myself beside her. "Forget that, it was a stupid question."

She laughed, softly. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

I shook my head. "I couldn't sleep. Did you have a nightmare?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I've been having similar ones for months now."

"Since he left?"

She sighed. "Yeah."

I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her. "Everything's gonna be okay. It's his loss."

"But it's not." She whispered, pulling away. "It's my loss. He's taken my heart away with him."

"I know how you feel." I replied, looking down. "Losing someone hurts like hell."

"I'm sorry, Rose. I'm sitting here moaning because my boyfriend ran off, and you've lost your mother."

"It's fine." I bit back my tears and looked up. "I know that everything's gonna be alright because there's got to be a light at the end of the tunnel, right?"

She nodded. "Right."

I yawned. "I think I'd better turn in."

Bella nodded, her lips curving into half a smile.

I walked back to my room and stared at the dreamcatcher hanging from my window. I hardly ever had nightmares, and it looked like Bella was going to need it more than me.

I took it down and returned to her room, hanging it above her window. She was already sound asleep, her tears drying on her cheeks.

I carefully closed her bedroom door and returned to my room.

I knew for Bella and Charlie's sake that I was going to have to get through this.....