A/N: I've set this story in the 1800's and have based it on the film the piano. I hope you like it :)

B.P.O

Packing up 18 years of your life is a task in itself, but vacating your home and beginning a new life is a whole other matter.

I'm Isabella Swan, but prefer Bella, and I am a mute. My mother bore me speechless and I have never uttered a word throughout my entire life. I carry a notebook with a pen intact to interact with others, but it's not always useful when those others cannot read. I express myself through my piano; it's my own form of communication since I remain speechless. My piano stool and its keys are my own personal sanctuary, not a day has passed by without the sound of its music filling my home, and I can't bear to be without it.

I currently call Phoenix Arizona my home, although not for long because my father has taken it upon himself to find me a suitor. But I suppose you could say I am every sexist man's dream in the respect that I'm voiceless, so I would not be able to voice my thoughts and opinions. He is a man named Mike Newton whom I have never met, and my father is shipping me to Forks, Washington where we are to be wed. I don't regret the decision to agree to this union, I did it to please my father and to stop him from bombarding me with endless suitors. But what I regret is the life I'm leaving behind; I will miss Phoenix and the heat, which will be replaced by the constant clouds and rainfall of Forks. I personally believe that this isn't a beneficial swap, leaving my darling Phoenix for the dank, dense green foliage of Forks. But I couldn't bring myself to languish my choice, I had to keep a brave face and journey to the destination which would become my new home with a new husband. I bid my father a brief farewell, he wasn't too keen on tearful goodbyes, and I had inherited that from him. I had not cried since the death of my mother, it had afflicted me so greatly that every other hurt seemed minor in comparison.

Upon my arrival in Forks I was swiftly taken by carriage to with all my worldly possessions to my new residence, the home of my soon to be husband Mike Newton. I would become Mrs Isabella Newton and in my opinion it sounded far too plain for my liking.

When I caught sight of Mike's house I instantly realized his fortune did not match my own. His house was petite and quaint, in a manner that I did not care for, and it was then that I cast my eyes onto the man located in front of the house. From a distance he looked quite short for a man and his head managed pale blonde locks of too immaculate hair, and the source of it was indicated by a comb clasped in his right hand.

The carriage halted and he paced toward me, he freed the carriage door and positioned his hand gentlemanly so I could take it for support. But I rejected it as kindly as possible, I didn't want him thinking I was a feeble fool, but I only proved to be all the more when I tripped and he caught me at the waist causing me to blush profusely. I carefully glanced at his face, it was rounded and childlike, but there was something that his expression maintained that made me feel unsettled about him. I smiled back as sweetly as I could, we couldn't begin our first meeting on bad terms, and we had a whole lifetime for them. He hoisted me from the carriage and I smoothed down my skirt attentively. I had furbished myself in my far-reaching black dress, which was embroidered delicately at the front and accompanied by a row of simple buttons; travel attire. I wore my hair tidily; middle parted with a braid wound at the back. I wore my black large brim framed bonnet, which framed my face from the front and hid my profile from the side. I believed black to be an all too appropriate colour, due to me mourning the loss of my beloved Phoenix.

'It's good to finally meet you Isabella, I'm Mike as I'm sure you've already been informed.' He announced proudly, as if I was supposed to be impressed by his mere name.

I just studied his face intently and his brow furrowed in confusion. 'Why do you not speak Isabella? Are you uneducated?' He insisted ignorantly

I clench my notebook angrily in my hands and scribbled my reply: 'I am mute, I was born this way and no I am certainly not uneducated'! My chocolate eyes were ablaze glistening with fury.

'Well I do apologise most sincerely Isabella, I was not aware that you were speechless.' He confessed with somewhat fake remorse.

'Bella' I scribbled still irritated.

He grunted displeased with our progress and moved along to collect my bags, I could tell this was going to be a long marriage. My piano had travelled with me and was following in another cart.

'What is this?' He interrogated pointing to the crate containing my most prized possession. My piano definitely deserved better than this ignorant pig pointing one of his podgy fingers at it, yes true love was blooming already.

'It's my piano.' I transcribed. I was not accustomed to all this writing, my father hardly ever spoke to me and when he did we preferred the use of sign language, I would be needing hand amputation due to exhaustion soon if I wasn't careful.

Mike scrutinized my face and replied 'Well I don't have the tolerance, or room to put up with this in my home. I will store it here until I am able to sell it, it will fetch a good price and we will need the money for the many children you will bear for me.' He announced coldly.

That 'it' he spoke of was MY piano, and if he knew a single trace of knowledge concerning me he would stay well clear of that piano. And furthermore I would not want the money of my piano to go to his children. I couldn't bear a second in his company, let alone bearing his many ignorant children.

'Isabella, I will have my ladies in weighting; Angela and Jessica deliver you to your temporary quarters.' With that announcement two women appeared from the house, one gracefully paced towards us poised while the other traipsed behind looking utterly miserable. The livelier of the two approached me, silky tawny curls framed her face, and she had a milky translucent complexion, and a smile brightened her face impossibly more.

'I'm Angela Webber miss, if you'd care to follow me I will show you where you will be staying before the wedding.' I smiled back attentively, her kindness seemed genuine enough. I followed her but sensed something warily going behind my back. Due to my being dumb my other senses had become rather acute. My head pivoted round and I visualised the other girl whom I'd been informed was Jessica was in the arms of my fiancé, being passionately kissed by him. Now I was fully aware of the meaning of the sorrow stricken aura Jessica was radiating; she was in love with Mike and I was stealing him away from her. As much as I felt remorse for intruding a defeating their true love, I felt pretty furious too, he was already betraying me on our first meeting and we weren't even married yet. I sighed exasperated, not only was this about to be an extensive marriage but it was going to be an adulterous one too.

I returned my attention back to Angela, before my blood truly did boil, I hated this Mike already. And watching what was happening elsewhere was not a good idea for me when I was walking in a different direction, if I could manage to slip while I was fully concentrating on where I was going then I was in trouble. We entered the white washed home and I was escorted up the stairs. Angela led me into a pokey, dust inhabited room with a grotty standard size window overseeing the clearing where; Mike, Jessica, my luggage and most importantly my crated piano remained. It was looking out onto the elements that would shape my life now: Mike and Jessica's affair, all my possessions and then the unwilling loss of my piano when it was auctioned off for Mike's purposes. I continued to gaze out of the window in a dreamlike state; everything about my existence now was so alien. I intruded on Mike and Jessica again; he was still holding her tenderly in his arms and admiring her face, caressing it. He kissed her lightly once more and she turned swiftly to return to her duties and he met her with a pat on the rump. Angela approached me discretely; no doubt intent on finding the source of my distractions, but the true culprits had already departed. She positioned herself beside me, mimicking my action of staring endlessly into the dense green wasteland, well on my behalf that's how I saw it.

She revived herself from her trance like reverie, remembering her place, 'miss if you need anything else don't hesitate to ask.' She smiled generously and I spoke a 'thank you' on my notepad, I didn't want her to believe me incompetent because I had not spoken a word.

Her eyes captured my notepad, and understanding filled her eyes. She met my eyes once more with a smile intact and abandoned the room.

Well I must admit the upside about this experience would be my new found peace and solitude, for now. But just as that thought satisfied my mind, ponderous echoing raindrops bombarded the rickety roof.

A/N: What do you think to the first chapter? Please let me know if you think it's worth me continuing. Thank you xoxox