Yoooo! lol this is my very first fanfic!
i hope you like it, 2 reviews and ill update :P
Disclaimer: i dont own twilight :,(
The wind blew threw my hair as I rolled down the window. My locket was hung around my neck, the words, "I love you", carved into the back of it in French. 'Je T'aime'.. I tried not to cry at the sudden realization that my parents were never coming back, that the fire had destroyed everything, that my life was going to be in the hands of my Aunt Rachel, that I was sitting in the car of the Social Services woman of Phoenix, Arizona, who had provided me with nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top. Nothing. I had nothing.
Flashback
I woke up with a sudden lurch at the burning smell. What was that? It couldn't be the fireplace, it was the middle of the summer. My eyes jerked open, and what followed haunted me forever.
I jumped out of my bed, my hair a disheveled mess. I raced to the top of the stairs to see a group of red and orange flames at the bottom of the stairs. "No…," I said. "NO!"
I raced down the hallway to my parents room; nobody was in there. I checked in the bathrooms, all the upstairs rooms and there was nothing. I prayed to God that my parents were already out, that the fire only looked bad because the kitchen was next to the staircase. I raced down the stairs and yelled, "MOM? DAD?" I managed to jump over the low railing and my head jerked up as I realized the alarm had been going off. I ran to the kitchen, the living room and the dining room. Nobody was there.
A crash from the ceiling broke me out of shock. "MOM! DAD!" I cried out, much more panicked. "PLEASE!" The door busted open as hot tears ran down my face and strong arms swung around me, pulling me from my lifeline: my family. "NO!" I screamed loudly. "NO!"
They pulled me out.. they went back in, they searched through the debris and pieces of cement while I was taken to the police station, for questioning. Why? I wasn't exactly sure. I was in a state of shock. It couldn't be happening, not to me.. my whole life was stored inside their hearts. Who was to hold me and take care of me? Who was to give me the sex talk when I turned 18 next year? Who was to walk me down the aisle? Who was to threaten to kill my boyfriend after the first time we were caught kissing? I prayed with all my might that they were alive, that maybe, just maybe this was a dream and I would wake up with my mom shaking me, and the smell of pancakes wafting through the house.
It wasn't.
My state of shock was torn through by a burly policeman, tall and covered in ashes. I felt bad that he looked burnt. "Sir?" I asked, scared. "Are they..?"
"They're gone. I'm so sorry Ms Swan. Your mother left the oven on too long while she was in the bathroom, and she got locked in… your father was trying to bang on the door to get her out, but was crushed by the cement. I'm so, so sorry Isabella."
My eyes filled with tears, and my heart broke.. I swear it did. I had nothing now. I had nothing but a locket slung around my neck, with one side filled with a picture of the three of us. My only memory. It was all over…
That was, until I met Edward.
6 months earlier.
The wind blew threw my hair as I rolled down the window. My locket was hung around my neck, the words, "I love you", carved into the back of it in French. 'Je T'aime'.. I tried not to cry at the sudden realization that my parents were never coming back, that the fire had destroyed everything, that my life was going to be in the hands of my Aunt Rachel, that I was sitting in the car of the Social Services woman of Phoenix, Arizona, who had provided me with nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top. Nothing. I had nothing. I twirled the locket in my hand, and pressed my lips to it. "Forever, mom and dad… I will never let you go."
Tell me what you think please. I know it's short, but i didnt want to give to much away. :)