A/N This is my new story. As with the other one I have no clue what is going to happen. I write it as I feel it. I figured since I am going on break soon I could start this. I have had this idea for a while, but have no clue where it is going or what will happen.
Give me like four chapters and if you don't like it tell me.
I just went back and fixed this. There was some miss spellings and a couple of details were a little off... I hope it reads better now. I am going to try and re-read these things several times before posting for now on. Thanks for working with me!
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BPOV
I couldn't believe it. Was this really happening? My mom was really gone? I didn't get how this was possible. I was sixteen and basically an orphan. I mean okay my dad was still alive, but I wasn't really ready to see him. My mom... left, about a week ago. I couldn't even think about what had happened.
I had just finished packing up the house and my flight was leaving in a few hours. The taxi would be here in about two hours. I live, well lived, in Phoenix with my mom and her new husband Phil. My mom and I had lived here for a good ten years. I hadn't seen my dad in about four years. I hated going to Forks to visit. Everyone acted like they knew you. It was really annoying. I talked to him on the phone every couple of months, but that was it.
Now that my mom was gone I had no where else to go. I wanted to stay here by myself, I mean I may only by 16, but I already take care of myself, and I had also taken care of my mom for as long as I could remember. I had been the adult and it was like she was my daughter. I protected her as best I could. You didn't do a great job. Stupid brain wouldn't shut off long enough to just let me forget.
I had no clue what Charlie, my dad, would think of me. I mean I'm a good kid, don't get me wrong. I take honor classes and pass with flying colors, and I rarely go to parties or anything along those lines. It's just my freedom of expression. Noting serious just a few tattoos and a few piercings. I mean most teenagers do that right? I got things that reflected me and were dear to me.
Renee, my mom, was very lenient about it. She took me whenever I wanted to get something new. It started with a couple of extra ear piercing; I had really wanted my cartilage done. It's actually kind of funny, I hate blood and needles, yet I loved getting pierced. Eventually I moved on to tattoos. I had a rule though; I had to want it for at least six months before I would get it. I mean it is permanent and all. Renee could care less, she was happy I was happy, everyone was happy.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a honk of a horn. I looked out the window and saw the taxi. The driver got out to help with bags. I went outside and locked the door. I couldn't take everything with me, but I packed everything into boxes and covered the furniture with sheets. This was going to be my home someday, but I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to live here. Too many memories. For now it was goodbye and I would be back once I was old enough and could deal with everything properly. At least that's what my dad told me.
Once I got to the airport, the cab driver got me one of those carts and loaded my four bags on it. I also had two carry-ons, but I got those. I had about an hour before my flight left. After I paid the cabbie, I checked my luggage, went through security with only a minor glitch I forgot to take off my bracelet, and then I sat at my terminal and waited while listening to my I-pod. Once the plane was in the air and they said it was alright to turn on our electronics I put my ear buds in. A very familiar song by Evanescence came on.
I tried to kill the pain,
But only brought more.
(So much more)
I'm dying,
And I'm pouring, crimson regret, and betrayal.
I'm dying,
Praying,
Bleeding,
Screaming.
Am I too lost to be saved ?
Am I too lost ?
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
Do you remember me ?
Lost for so long.
Will you be on the other side ?
Will you forgive me ?
I'm dying,
Praying,
Bleeding,
Screaming.
Am I too lost to be saved ?
Am I too lost ?
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
(Return to me salvation)
(I want to die!)
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My God! My Tourniquet,
Return to me salvation.
My wounds cry for the grave.
My soul cries, for deliverance.
Will I be denied ?
Christ! Tourniquet! My suicide.
I awoke to a stewardess shaking me. I guess I had fallen asleep, we were about to land and she asked me to sit my seat back up. I nodded quickly and complied. Once I got off of my plane I walked to baggage claim. It had been so long since I had seen my dad I didn't know if he would recognize me. I had the same color hair, but right now instead of just being chocolate brown I had some hot pink highlights in it as well.
I was looking for my big brother Emmett. He was only a year older than me and we didn't really talk. I had seen him a few years back when he came to visit, but that was before my piercings and tattoos. I figured I would recognize him better since I had seen him more recently. All of a sudden I felt really nervous.
I was wearing a tank top, since it was summer and slightly warmer here than usual. I wanted to take advantage of the warmth while I could. I could see out the windows that it was unusually sunny. I could almost feel the rays of heat. But the problem was that two of my tattoos and all of my piercing were showing.
My snake bites on my bottom lip, my ears of course I have piercing all the way up both ears, my nose, and my belly button. Then for my tattoos I have vampire fangs, not the crappy tribal ones, but some actual fangs that kind of looked like the Halloween ones, on my left hip bone. My low riding jeans were working well with my tank to show that one off. And then on my right shoulder blade I had the words: Gone but not forgotten. Yeah they were going to freak. I mean my dad was a cop, well, the police chief.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a gruff voice. I had been just standing there looking out the doors. "Bella, is that you?" I looked up to see my big brother with a confused look on his face.
"Hey Emmett, what's cracking?" He scrunched up his face like he had smelt something bad. I looked around him searching for my dad. "Where's Charlie?"
He stepped closer to take the cart with my bags. "He's in the cruiser." I hated that fucking car.
"Seriously Em, You let him bring the fucking cruiser to pick me up?" I laughed, but he didn't respond. "Okay well I guess lets go…" He grabbed my arm when I tried to move by.
"Look Bells, I'm sorry its just I didn't expect you to look this different. I mean I saw you like three years ago and you didn't have all of this," he waved his hand over my body, "going on back then." I laughed, I knew he was trying to be serious, but it was still funny to me. Even though we got along for the most part when we saw each other, there was always an unspoken distance between us. This distance was caused by my parents divorce ten years ago; I chose mom and he chose dad. That's just how it went. We couldnt change the past now, so we always tried to keep the peace.
"Well, lets see. First off I was thirteen back then, and although I don't have many now I have more curves than back then. I'm a young woman Em." He gave me a pointed look at my mouth, which made me laugh more. "Okay, yeah I have piercing and tattoos, mom let me, and it expresses myself. You know you still love me." I gave him my best puppy-dog face.
He smiled and put an arm around me, "come on lets go. There is a party waiting for you at the house." We were still walking towards the cruiser, but I froze.
"Did you say a party?" He nodded his head and looked at me from the corner of his eye. I may not see them much, but they both knew how much I absolutely loath parties.
"Look, I know you hate parties, but my friends sister wanted to make you feel welcome. They live right next to us and you will be seeing a lot of them. I would say you'll like her, but I'm not quite sure. She's a little energetic." I laughed thinking of my mom. I didn't catch myself it was too late.
"Mom was energetic too-" We both stopped walking. Dad and Em didn't come to the funeral because it was set up so fast by Phill's sister. Our mom was a taboo subject. Quickly becoming worse it seemed.
"Sorry" I whispered. He opened the door for me and I slowly climbed in while he went to put the bags in the trunk. My dad turned around in his seat. "Hey kiddo-" He stopped abruptly and took in my appearance. "You look… different." I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
"Thanks dad. Don't worry I know your rules, I wont be getting anymore while I live with you. I just need you to be okay with what I already have, deal?" At that moment Emmett jumped in the passenger seat. I could tell my dad was still thinking about it as we drove off towards Forks.
"Okay Bells. Its fine I'm sure I'll get use to it right?" He tried to put a smile on his face, but it was all wrong. This made me laugh to myself.
"Sure dad."
The song is Tourniquet by Evanescence. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Its short, but I'm pressed for time right now. During my break I hope to bring you lots of long chapters. I will be doing nothing but sitting in front of a computer five days a week at work anyways so it should be good!