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Entry # 187: June 22nd
Do you ever get the feeling that you are being watched no matter where you try to hide, even inside your own precious dreams? Well that was the feeling I was having at this very moment, I just couldn't shake the simplest feeling that something was coming after me whether to warn or harm me was the main question I had. My name is Bella Swan and I live in the city of Forks, for awhile now you could say that I have not being living the life of and ordinary teenage high school student and that it would forever be anything but simple for me. However, I adored the life I had with my father Charlie, the Cullen's; who are the best people in the world. Mostly the other half of my soul Edward Cullen, I couldn't go a day without seeing his face; oh and just to get things out in the open yes they are vampires; but no one knows that but me and also the Quileute. They are werewolves and their body temperature is above normal, whereas vampires are as cold as the dead (which they technically are but don't tell Edward, he'll get depressed). My best friend ever since childhood is one of the Quileute, that is Jacob Black and even though he's only 16 he is so much taller than me and built like an extreme football player on steroids or something.
Now to get back to what I was originally writing about, you see for the last few months I have been having these weird dreams, and I have no idea what exactly it means or what their connection is to me. It all begins the same way, and ends many different ways. I am sitting there in the meadow where Edward had first showed me exactly what he was, then he just vanished and everything would be covered in nothing but snow, a sudden movement causes me to turn around and come straight face to face with a wolf. It's fur the same white color of the snow, every now and then it turned it head slightly causing a silver glint in the fur. I dare not moved as I stare at its yellow-brownish colored eyes. The final moment of the dream was the wolf stepping slowly to me then letting an ear piercing howl surge out from its muzzle. Every time after that dream version, I try drawing the wolf's appearance; I hide this from Edward. I have no idea why, but I feel as if it is something he shouldn't know about at the current moment.
Another version of the dream is that I am trapped inside a dark room, chains are shacked both to my wrist and ankles. I look up to see a light shining through a small window. I slowly rise up from the ground as if I am in agonizing pain and stretch onto my toes and see the city that the Volturi have control over is being consumed by flames. I can smell the stench of death and blood in my nose, as if all the shrieking wasn't enough to confirm that the beasts of the night were now at war. Glimpsing around I could see swift enormous shadows running down the streets, and ripping apart bodies of the civilians. I began to start shaking terribly and then someone opens the door to my cell, their face is covered by the shadows as they slowly walk toward me. I try backing away as far from them as possible, when they try to touch me until I am cornered. That is the moment when I wake up in a cold sweat beneath my bed sheets and I turn to cry into my pillows.
A/N: Okay so that is my preface, I know it is not much but just to give you a little taste of what might happen in the story and I wonder what the deal with the wolf is?. Anyways I shall plan to post my next chapter real soon so please keep reading, and also I would really love to have some feedback on this and any ideas you have don't be afraid to share :)