C'est la vie

Twilight:Re

It's totally written just for my (or for anyone who might enjoy it) entertainment. I Don't Own Twilight or the characters, maybe just some of the ways they act and the new content that might be coming...

For as long as we could remember, humans had always feared the unknown and in efforts to conquer them they created labels: monsters, ghosts, gods, deities, demons and even science to keep that fear at bay. It had seemed that the thing we feared the most was something that not even science could explain to satisfaction, and that is death, or rather what happens to us after death. Is it heaven? Hell? Reincarnation, or nothing, absolutely nothing? When we die, do we just end? Is what remains after I die the memories that people have of me? I never really gave it much thought on how I would die, I just thought about what would happen me if I did and it never ceased to terrify me.

That's probably why I did it. I stared into the eyes of a predator, ignoring the tingling sensation of every single cell within me that screamed at me to run far, far away from this man. He who played the role of a serpent hiding beneath the sweet flower. He who reeked of death and wore it with a smile. The hand reaching out from the abyss…

Looking back at it now, I should have just stayed with my mother. I should have never come to Forks.

First Sight

It was a bright and sunny day in Arizona when my mother drove me to the airport. The windows were rolled down and my honey brown hair ran with the passing wind. I turned to my mother who looked exactly like me, except a lot prettier with short hair and laugh lines. She was wearing this expression on her face that feigned content, but underneath I could see her worrying about me. I really wished that she wouldn't, I was doing this for her. I was leaving one of the only homes I've ever really known so that she could start anew with Phil, her new husband. They were moving to Florida so that he could pursue his career on a minor league baseball team and since they would be traveling often, I decided that it would be better for them if I stayed with my dad, Charlie.

Charlie lived in the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was a few years old. It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead.

To my mother it must have looked like I was happy to leave her, but really I was just trying to make it look like I wasn't anxious at all to be leaving my mother, who now had Phil to help her and look out for her like I had for the last 15 years. I'd be starting Junior year at a brand new school with complete strangers in a gloomy town that I detested. Forks was always cloudy and raining, it always seemed like it was wasting away, while Phoenix on the other hand was vibrant and thriving with life. I loved the sun and blistering heat, rain and more rain? Not so much.

"Bella," My mother called to me- for the last hundredth time- before I left into the security check, "You don't have to do this. You don't have to go." I gave her my perfected smiled.

"I want to go." I lied, It was one of the only things I was good at, and I gave her a tight squeeze.

"Tell Charlie I said hi." She whispered in my ear.

"I will."

"I'll see you soon," She said insistently hugging me tighter, "You can come home whenever you want- I'll come rushing home as soon as you need me."

I could hear the sacrifice in her tone, it was exactly why I was leaving, I knew she would drop everything for me, her life and her happiness, so this time it was my turn.

"I'll be fine Mom," I replied in a cheerful tone as I let her go, god I wish I had held her tighter back then, "Don't worry about me. It'll be great, I love you Mom."

She said loved me back and I turned around not looking back once, because I knew that if I did then she would, for once, be able to see through this well crafted mask of mine that I really didn't want to leave.

This is sort of like a rewrite of the story with it being (hopefully) a little darker and realistic with some new content and ideas...

To be completely honest I'm not very good at keeping up with stories! This will probably updated on my whims or whenever I feel inspired, so with that said the next part of this chapter will probably updated sometime this week, like Wednesday so yea.

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