I don't own any Twilight characters. But this idea is all mine!
I rolled over and fell onto hardwood floor. I lay there for a bit and
stared at the yellow curtains trying to remember what day it was. I bolted up
onto my knees, hitting my head on the desk.
"Ouch," I breathed sharply and clutched my hand to my forehead.
Lifting my head I looked around the room. The light blue walls, peaked
ceiling, and the yellow laced curtains around the window facing west over
the front yard. Why was I here? I was supposed to be at our house. I stood
up and ran to the window. It was pouring outside (of course) but there was
no car in the driveway waiting for me. Usually when and if I stayed at my
house (for Charlie's sake and not mine) his car would be in Charlie's spot
right away and he'd be waiting in my rocking chair for me to wake up. I ran
to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I gasped. The person staring back
at me did not look anything like the Bella I knew.
She had black makeup running down her cheeks in streaks that looked like she had been crying. And telling by the thickness of the streaks she had been wearing a lot of eyeliner, a thing I knew I would never do. There was even a trace of blush. I don't even think I have blush. But even weirder her hair didn't look like a haystack like it usually did in the mornings. It was perfectly straight. I looked around the counter of the bathroom. There was eyeliner and mascara sitting in the sink. A tube of lip gloss behind the faucet, a straightener and a bottle of extra long lasting hair straightening gel next to it on top of the toilet.
"Well that explains my hair." I sighed to myself. I started putting stuff back away in cupboards and drawers pondering what I had done last night. When I got everything put back in it's place I pulled out a hand towel and some face soap. I ran the warm water over the rag and added a lot of soap. I scrubbed my face gently. I could feel the thick layers of eyeliner and blush running off my face. When I was done with that I realized what I was wearing.
It was an outfit I recognized. The dark, low rise jeans were tight against my thighs then flared as they traveled down my legs. They looked a little spendy for me. The top was a light green with a delicate flower design in gold thread weaving from my right shoulder to my left hip. There was one big flower that was emphasized in gold rhinestones over the rest of the flower design. The shoes were leather boots that went half way up my calves and I guessed were probably giving me blisters by the soreness of my feet. It was an outfit that Alice had forcibly made me get on one of her shopping trips. It was an outfit that had been shoved to the back of my closet and I had planned to wear on a special occasion.
I felt a sick walking back to my room to get my shower bag. Before I could grab the bag and head back to the bathroom I felt vomit creeping up my throat. I bolted for the bathroom, threw up the lid and puked my guts out.
What's wrong with Bella? What did she do last night? Why can't she remember anything?
Keep reading to find out!!
I know kinda boring but will get better, trust me.
R&R please. Will except flames. Don't go easy on me.
Will get chapter two up probably this week.