Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Duh :]
Bella POV
As I lay back against the bed that I had slept in for the past seven months, I found it hard to block out the thoughts I wished could be pushed back like I had done so many times before. Repressing memories was a talent of mine considering I always seemed to need it no matter how perfect my life was. The reason for my difficulty at this particular moment is because for the first time since I arrived, my father's house was completely quiet. It was the type of silence I had longed for upon my return to this house, but now wished could be filled with some noise, any noise. I hadn't known this type of silence since before I had decided to leave my mother's house so she could travel with my new step-father, Phil. This was back when my eccentric mother went out on her dates with Phil and didn't come home until late hours. A time when life was easier and every street I walked down held nothing but good memories. A time before the disasters of 2005 happened. The time when I never felt alone.
A/N: This is my first FanFic so I'm wondering: Should I continue? I've already got quite a few chapters written if you guys want me to continue writing.