Just so every one knows, in this story Bella and Edward are both HUMAN! It might change but right now that is the way it is.
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Chapter 1: Hysterics and Reminiscences
Bella's Point of view:
I stared blankly out the windshield in to the blackest of black nights. The headlights shone just enough to see about 10 feet in front of the car. Elizabeth drove silently beside me, every couple of minutes I would catch her looking at me with worried eyes. I wrapped my arms around my waist hoping to stop the aching that threatened to make me writhe in pain. Not in the physical sense of pain. No, I was not that fortunate. My pain was the only kind I knew, it was all in my head. I tried to just focus on the black of the night, but the thick layer of white fog clouded my concentration, like it clouded the air. Memories started to overpower the darkness that I saw behind my closed eyelids, quick flashes of my life before the fateful events of September eighteenth, my birthday.
I saw several things in my mind. First, I saw my first day of school, Charlie, my father, and Renee, my mother, had walked me to the bus stop. I climbed on the large yellow tub of metal after kissing them both goodbye on the cheek. My five-year-old self looked out the window to see my smiling, loving parents beaming at me. The next flash was of the day my mother gave me a collection of Jane Austin's writings. That book was tucked tightly into my bag, worn and battered from the many times I had read it. A few more memories flashed through my head before the only thing I didn't want to see appeared vividly, as though it was happening all over again.
On my birthday I had woken up to my parents grinning madly at me not inches from my head. My mothers blue eyes, and my fathers brown, burned holes into my body. I had quietly groaned and pulled my self out of bed. I had only just stepped away when my father shoved two wrapped gifts into my hands. I opened them to find that my parents had gotten me a camera, and scrapbook. Once they were satisfied that I liked the gift, they told me to get dressed, they were taking my out for breakfast on my birthday. The conversation had gone something like this:
"Bella, we are taking you out! Since I know you want pancakes, and neither of us can cook, we are going to take you to a fancy overpriced breakfast place. Got it?" Charlie had said. I smiled and nodded.
"Well then, get dressed! We can go out with you looking like that now can we?" Renee said as she smiled and winked, pulling Charlie out the door. They had, in fact, taken me to an expensive breakfast place. It had been amazing; my first three hours of being a 17-year-old had been absolutely perfect. On our way home, we had decided to walk instead of taking the bus. My parents walked on either side of me, our arms linked together. It all happened so fast then. We turned down and ally way to take a sort cut and heard a gun shot. My parents covered me with their bodies. I saw a man appear and fire two more shots. I was petrified I couldn't move. Then the smell hit me, and the overwhelming nausea. I realized there was blood spattered on the white button down shirt. I heard the sirens and whoever had shot my parents had run. I sank down to my knees and looked at my parents dying bodies.
"Bella," my mom and dad said, "we love you, happy…" Needless to say, they didn't, nor would they ever, finish wishing me a happy birthday.
I tried to control the tears fighting to break out of my squeezed shuteyes but they escaped nonetheless. Then the sobs started, I began to shake and cry very hard. I opened my eyes to find that I was in a strange room. I must have fallen asleep in the car and some one carried me inside. I sighed and pulled my knees up to my chest and turned to my side letting the sobs come out of my mouth.
Since my parents were, gone, I was sent to live with my mom's best friend, Elizabeth and her son Edward. Elizabeth and Edward lived in a very small town called Forks, Washington, where it always rained. I suppose that fit my situation though. My parent's funeral had been small. Both sets of my grandparents were dead, and I didn't really have any friends. Elizabeth came down and it was only she and I at the funeral. Elizabeth Was a kind woman with green eyes that a little brown coming out of the iris; she had bronze colored hair, and had been my mother's best friend since they were very young. I had only met Elizabeth a few times before and all in fleeting moments because when ever she and Renee would visit each other, well, trust me you wanted to stay out of their way. After the funeral I packed up all my belongings and boarded a plane from my sunny home in Phoenix.
I was still crying very hard about an hour later. I didn't realize how loud I was being. I knew it was late but I couldn't seem to stop or even quiet my hysterical cries. I was shaking with freight and remorse remembering the moment that my life changed forever, the moment where I lost my family and best friends all in one day. I guess I was so hysterical that I did not notice some one come in to the room. They pull me into a sitting position and hugged me. At first, I thought it was Elizabeth but my hands were pressed against a somewhat muscular chest. I realized that this boy whom I had never met, had heard my cries and come to comfort me. I let the sobs come out more frequently and with more volume. I let his presence surround me and make me feel warm for the first time in 4 days.
A/N: So what do you think? Please, please, please, review. This is my first fan fiction. I want to get it write. Also, if some one could please explain what OOC means I would GREATLY appreciate it. I am a little slow, so I might ask some more questions about what those things mean!
Again, please review and be brutally honest if you have too. Tell me whether or not I should keep going with this, or just stay out of writing anything on the Twilight subject all together because I ruin it! -- I certainly hope that it isn't that last one.