The Difference Between Dreams and Nightmares

by Last Lodge

When Bella comes across a mysterious bronze haired boy, the connection between the two is instant. But when his dark past is revealed and her friends and family want nothing to do with him, Bella needs to make a choice. But will he allow her to give up on their love? And what does having him in Bella's life cost once her loved ones lives are at stake? Please R&R!

1. Prologue

Prologue

Bella's Point of view:

I stared numbly at the deserted road ahead of me. A part somewhere deep inside of me knew that there was something I was missing, but the very thought of not knowing scared me more than walking the empty road alone. My feet continued walking forward without my command.

I have been walking for goodness knows how long. Ever since I had that dream my world has begun to cloud over. The dream flashed through my mind, viewing itself before my eyes for the hundredth time since that night.

My eyes were closed as my body swung in the air like a rag doll then abruptly jerking the other direction. Wind pulled at my hair, I tilted my head back, opening my eyes to the blurred green haze around me. Soon the momentum of the tire swing slowed until my body swayed lazily. As I was about to push my legs against the grassy earth to start the sensation of flying once more a man with strange bronze hair walked out from behind the oak tree smiling warmly, but there was caution in his eyes as he stepped closer. I pulled myself off the swing and stood a few feet from the handsome stranger.

As he reached a hand out for me, the clear sky darkened into an angry storm as rain fell from the black clouds that appeared without a trace. A strangled gasp took me away from the happenings around me and my eyes found their way back to the stranger. His penny copper hair plastered itself to his forehead, covering his eyes as he crumpled to the ground. Red liquid began to cover the green around us, swallowing the life in the area. I dropped to my knees and flipped him over only to scream and shrink back from fear and nausea.

White scars and cuts covered his once handsome face while bright purple and yellow bruises covered his bare forearms. What shocked me the most were the newly made slashes on his wrists and throat, leaking the bitter rusty smelling blood.

"Run, Bella!" A loud shriek erupted through my mind before I jerked awake.

That morning I left early in search for something, not knowing that the discovery would not only destroy me, but everyone I love as well.

What do you think so far? Please Review! This is my first story!

Benjamin L.