Present, Future, But No Past
Chapter 1
Bella's POV
Have you ever had that feeling when you wake up one morning, and everything is perfect? The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and it feels like you slept a year with how refreshed you feel? Everything is quiet and peaceful?
You have?
Well good for you, because I haven't. At least, I don't think I have. If I did, then I can't remember.
…
The night air is thick with humidity and rests around my shoulders like a heavy blanket, making me feel almost weighed down and suffocating.
Dark clouds cover the sky, extinguishing the light that the stars could have given off.
I'm standing on a cliffside facing over a ravine with tall trees towering around me, almost making the large house nestled in the vegetation go unnoticed by me.
What draws my attention to this mountainous house- that could have passed as a manor- is not the size, but the fact that every single light must have been on.
It was a very pretty house. The entire one side of it, as far as I could see, was made of windows.
This place is really susceptible to stalkers, I think critically before my attention is once again drawn to the house. Or a particular room in the house.
It's big, like really big, and open like a bunch of walls have been knocked out and furniture is placed around a large screen TV.
The television, I can see, is glowing dimly and flashing through pictures and images though I strongly suspect that it's on mute by the commotion on the couch.
Six people are swarmed around one girl sitting on the couch, and even from far away, I can tell that these seven strangers are extremely pale and beautiful.
Like a moon's pull to a tide, I feel an urgency that makes me feel like I need to hear their conversation.
As the thought passes through my head, it's like a hand seizes my heart and gives an almost painful tug. Like a puppet, I'm dragged forward towards the edge of the cliff and no matter how firmly I plant my feet, it does little against the pull.
Suddenly I'm sailing through open air, but not falling.
The thick wind whips past me and I tightly clench my eyes shut. When I open them, I find myself standing in the room I so desperately felt that I needed to be in.
I stand next to the softly glowing television and just three feet away are the inhumanly beautiful people.
Six pair of worried eyes, strangely golden in color, stare intently at a small pixie-like girl with short raven hair.
Her eyes are frozen open, also that strange topaz, and staring blankly ahead as her eyes flick back and forth at something only she could see. Fingers clutched tightly on a blond male and blond female's forearm so much so, that a flash of fear passes through me in concern for her hand.
Finally, she blinks a couple times and meets the eyes of the older blond male who seems the calmest.
A bronze haired boy snarls at something I don't understand.
"There is a girl coming to Forks, Charlie's daughter, and she'll bring a big change to our family." She speaks and I'm taken aback by her voice, though I don't know why I would be.
If she's already that gorgeous, why not her voice sound like bells.
"Good or bad?" The man asks.
"I don't know Carlisle, she's all fuzzy. I can't see her clearly, or even at all. I just know that we have to stay."
"What is she?" A boy who looks like he has tree trunks for arms, asks.
The pretty pixy furrows her brows. "Human."
A shocked silence envelopes them and confusion fogs my consciousness.
"Bella? Bella?" A panicked voice, not one of this family, calls and I feel a slight throb in my skull.
Then I feel that hand grip my heart again and I barely have time to brace myself before I'm jerked backwards, completely passing through the window, going up, up, up the cliff until my feet land on the rocky surface.
It's like the clouds are descending around me and they envelope me as my head spikes in pain.
…
"Bella? Bella?" The voice, a woman's voice, calls again- only this time, closer.
I pry my heavy eyes open to see a scene very different from my dream.
Instead of the suffocating black of cloud condemned night sky, an endless blue plane stretches out above me, so bright that I shrink away instinctually. Instead of the moon struggling to be seen, the sun is high above and makes spots dance across my vision and warms the black asphalt to such a degree, that it burns my skin through my jeans.
A shadow falls across my face revealing a woman.
"Oh thank god. Bella, can you hear me?" As soon as she speaks, I know that this was the voice that had so painfully dragged me out of unconsciousness.
Then I become aware of the head splitting ache in my brain as other noises rush into my ears as if desperate to be noticed.
All around me are about half a dozen people with flashing lights that make me cringe.
To my right is a bad car crash that looks like had collided head on. One vehicle has the entire front crunched in with the door wrenched off and lying five feet away. The other is just slightly damaged and smoking in the hood as an officer inspects something that only he can see.
Two medics are hovered around a man sitting on the edge of an ambulance with another officer talking seriously to him.
"Bella? Bella?" The annoying woman asks when I don't immediately answer.
I struggle to get away from her reaching hand but my shaking arm offers no support for my body.
"W-who are you? What happened- what's going on?" I mentally curse myself when my voice comes out scratchy.
Her hands fly to her mouth as a pained squeak escapes her, and I watch in confusion as tears well in her wide eyes.
"Ma'am," A paramedic who is kneeled next to me says. "Can you tell me your name?"
"Bella." I say without really thinking of the question and when I realize what I said, furrow my brows.
"Can you tell me how old you are Bella?" He holds his hand up in a stop gesture when the woman opens her mouth, seemingly about to answer his question for me.
"I…" When I try to think of that answer, try to look back and remember anything, a throb breaks my concentration. "I-I don't know; my head hurts."
A whimper escapes my lips as I reach up in search of the cause of the pain. My fingers just come into contact with something wet and matted in my hair, when the smell hits me.
It's like copper and metallic, and if a smell can be described as thick, it would be.
"Do you remember anything?" the man asks, his brows rutted in worry.
"No." I whisper, trying not to breathe in the queasy smell.
A/N: Alright, so this is one of my stories that I have quite a few chapters written for, and an idea of where I want it to go. This one might actually survive guys, just keep pushing me on it and I'll do the best I can.
Man I posted a lot of new stories today...I hope I don't mix them up and upload the wrong chapter to the wrong story- I've done that before even without so many stories going at once.
As always, please review and let me know what you think!
~Silver~