I took a deep breath and sat on the edge of my bed. The sheets were a bright purple and I would have to change that later. Before I was the newer version of me I had bright blond ish red hair like moms but blonder. I cut it short and dyed it purple a deep purple and shoulder length slightly shorter. I started wearing contacts instead of my glasses because I hated the way the looked on me now. The scars that littered my body were a reminder that I couldn't escape. A never ending memory that flashes in my mind every day and night. I have never ending nightmares about it and Bella is the only one that knows. Suddenly there is a honk outside causing me to jump slightly.

"Billy black and Jacob are here" Bella said grabbing my hand slowly and cautiously

"Mhmm k" i said letting her take my hand

It was progress over the couple years or year and a half. The memories are still vivid in my mind it was one of my biggest abilities. Yep abilities everyone said I have the best memory and it's true which sucks. I remember every detail of everything I've done in my life and it sucks. I have this ability which I call mimic meaning I can do anything anyone can or used to. I used to be willing to do anything to prove to others what I could do that they couldn't. But I stopped and I was unable to feel happy anymore just a shell of my former self. Although when we got here I felt as though things would change. Whether it was for the better or the worse I had yet to find out. As I let Bella slightly pull me down the stairs and put the front door. Where Jake's smile widened and mine stayed nonexistent on my face. He looked at Bella who shook her head as he went to hug me.

"So Bella you remember billy black and his son Jacob" dad asked

"We used to make mud pies together" Jake had a crush on Bella it was obvious

"No yeah I remember" Bella said awkwardly

"Hey kiddo" billy said in my direction

I sigh and nodded then headed back inside to my room. Which was located across from Bella's and beside dads room. While Bella had her natural favorite purple comforter I had my usual from when I last visited. It wasn't normal for me to act this way and I knew people would question me. Although I didn't really care I didn't want to feel anymore. I decided to remove the bright colored comforter and sheets throwing them in the corner of the room. I got a trash bag from downstairs and threw lots of things into the bags. I then stuffed it in the attic where it would be gone forever but I'd wouldn't see it either. It was easier to push away my past even if I remember things so vividly.