Bella's life as a human before she forgets everything.

My world was filled with many things that people would consider odd, but after eight years for me they became common. I had spent the last eight years of my life in a place, which is defined as a refuge: a shelter from danger or hardships, but for me is was hell. I was placed in here at the age of seven for things that I couldn't control at the time, but the kicker was how I classified as a danger. I was always a happy child filled with so much energy and spontaneity, never caring about the dangers of the world and living for the moment like most children.

I loved my parents they were my best friends and my confidants.

The first seven years of my life were joyful moments, until one moment changed everything in almost a blink of an eye. One moment where my world went from make-believe play time to real life and an extra sense.

This may seem confusing, but to a seven year old it was beyond belief. In school we were taught about the five senses hearing, seeing, touching, smelling, and feeling. Someone had failed to mention my sixth, visions, my ability to see events in the future. From the very first one I had, I knew I would be different. Seven years old and I was given a gift and a responsibility which burdened my young life. The first vision I had was almost surreal. I never thought I could dream while I was awake. Then I had a second vision, and thought it was some kind of coincidence. When they started to happen more frequently, I knew I could no longer kid myself. I was having some sort of look into the future, and it had scared the hell out of me. I thought I was some kind of freak, so very different from everyone else, or maybe I was some kind of alien. But as time went on and I learned to control these visions and curtail them, I was able to function better. I realized I wasn't so different, I was just special. I also learned that with quiet time and some peace the visions wouldn't build up and overflow, making them come at random times. I accepted them willingly and allowed them to come, thus I was able to somewhat control when they came. I got so good at controlling my gift I was able to see when a person changed their mind and the possible outcomes.

There were the occasional visions that snuck up on me. These times always seemed to happen at school. My excess energy already scared off enough of my class mates, but when they started to notice my moments of silence accompanied with blank looks, I was given the title of freak. At first their taunts and insults hurt my already fragile ego. I would try harder to make them my friends, but the more I pushed the more I became an outcast. I finally stopped trying and eventually stayed to myself. I learned that children could be some of the cruelest people there were, and my childhood illusions of everything being great were shattered. In my solo time, I started to drawl what I was seeing. No one knew that I had visions; they just knew I was somehow inherently different.

(Flashback)

School had been hard but that was okay, it was always that way. The bad part was I had left my sketch pad at home. It was my favorite thing to do these days, and I found out how much I actually liked to drawl. When I finally got home I called out to my mom, but she didn't answer. So in figuring she wasn't home, I went into the kitchen to get a snack. When I entered the kitchen, I immediately stopped. My mother was sitting at the table almost in shock. Her hands were fisted into her hair, and she was looking at some kind of book. I slowly walked closer to her and saw it was my drawings. I wondered how she got my sketches and why she had the look of utter fear on her face. I placed my hand on her shoulder to get her attention and she jumped.

"Bella, you scared the hell out of me. Please don't do that again." She said with her hand over her heart.

"Sorry mom, but I did call out when I got home, but no one answered." I explained to her

"I must have been preoccupied." She said while looking down again at my drawings. "How was your day baby? How was school?" This was our regular routine and it made me feel better.

"It was fine, like always." I was telling the truth, nothing happened to me anymore, everyone just ignored me. My mother seemed lost in her own world again so I cleared my throat.

"So um… I found this in your room today." She said as an introduction to my drawings. Fear started to claw at me again.

"What were you doing in my room mom?" I asked. She never really went into my room.

"I was putting away some of your laundry and found this opened on your desk. Do you want to explain what these pictures are of?" What could I say to her? I knew my pictures were abstract and could look scary to some, but they were for my eyes only.

"These are just drawings mom, sometimes I see different things and I draw them." I told her in a roundabout way, not trying to lie, but still shielding her from the truth. My mother, although could tell when I was shifty. She knew that wasn't the whole truth and the look on her face said as much.

"Bella." She said in her no nonsense voice and I knew I had no other choice. I had to tell her the whole truth. She was the first person I was going to tell and I was scared. I pulled in a breath and prepared myself for her reaction.

"Well you see… um… I can see the future." I finally said in a rushed voice. I just wanted to pull the proverbial Band-Aid off, and get it over with. My mother said nothing and looked at me askance.

"Bella, there is no need to lie." I knew this wasn't going to be easy. It seemed so out of left field.

"Mom, look at me. When do I ever lie to you?" She looked and I could tell she was softening. "Why would I then lie to you about something this big? I swear I'm telling the truth. I can see things about the future." And then my mother surprised me again, she fainted.

(End Flashback)

And here I sat in an asylum eight years later. When my mother finally woke up she completely freaked out, she called my father and told him to come home that it was urgent. She didn't know how to handle my news. My gift scared them almost to death. They ignored me for the next few days, going out of there way to avoid me. Then one afternoon my parents picked me up from school, and took me out to lunch. They told me they loved me and always would. I didn't understand what was going on. I loved my parents and needed there support; the were after all my best friends.

When I was finished eating, we finally headed out but we didn't head in the direction of our house. I may have been young, but I knew Biloxi, Mississippi or at least our neighborhood pretty well. I asked them where we were going, but they didn't answer.

After an hour of driving, we pulled into a new place I had never seen. They took my unnoticed bags out of the trunk, walked me to the office, told me they loved me but didn't understand, handed me over to the correct people, and with one finally wave.

My parents left me.

Some may think I hate my parents for what they did, but they would be wrong. I was disappointed in them and always would be.

I had suffered through hell and back, getting my hair shaved off and I endured electroshock therapy that caused me to forget my human memories, but is also allowed my naturally cheerful and humorous dispotion to return, since i no longer remember the sadness and horror of my recent life.

Unknown to me a vampire worked here as a grounds keeper at the asylum where i was incarcerated. He kept me from the electroshock therapy and brought me things to see if I got it right, I always did. I think he knew about my ability.

One night i had a vision about red eyed vampire named James he had caught my old faded scent in my hometown. I told my only friend, the vampire about my vision and he took me away in the night to keep me hidden. I told him about James about what he was planning for me, which was to kill me. I explained every possible outcome, but he had enough and bit me. The pain had the effect as the electroshock, but now I remembered nothing of my human life... nothing. Except my name which was Isabella, but I prefer Bella.

That's when my first vision as a vampire hit me. and I knew what to do and where to go. But first I must change and feed off an animal because I refuse to feed off a human.

Now i must be off and find my family.

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