Not to worry! I'm still working on a beautiful mess, but I woke up this morning and could not get this story out of my head so I started writing. I've already got chapter 2 done but I want to see your reaction to this before I update and get ahead of myself. So without further adeau, here is my new story.

ENJOY!

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! BEEP, BEEP BE-

CRASH!

"Damn alarm clock," I groaned, stretching slightly, then wincing from the ridiculous amount of sun filtering in through the shades. Weren't shades supposed to block sunlight? Not allow it to seep in through the cracks!

The alarm clock and the sun brought out what I knew to be inevitable, a hangover headache from hell. I threw my arm over my eyes in an attempt to block out the sun rays, but it was all in vain. My head was already pounding with the force of a drum, a drum with no intentions of stopping anytime soon.

I sighed heavily, and threw the covers off, slowly getting out of bed. I'm not an old woman and I don't need assistance getting out of bed, but if you've ever had a hangover headache, you know it's crippling.

I looked at my side table, searching for my glasses, and found a note, two pills and a glass of water.

Had fun last night, like always, knew the headache was inevitable. Remember we have that meeting today at 1 (like you need my reminder). There's an outfit hanging in your closet, as well as cosmetics set out in your bathroom. Put them on, and don't fuss, you'll thank me later. See you soon!

Love,

Alice

I smiled, popped the pills in my mouth and downed the glass of water. Alice has been my best friend since college, granted she is a few years older than me, I went to college early. She is demanding, has no personal space boundaries, is a borderline shopaholic and by far the most energetic person I have ever met, but I love her.

I suppose I should probably clue you in on to exactly who I am. My birth given name is Isabella Marie Swan, but don't ever call me Marie or Isabella, unless you have no value for your life. Bella Swan will do just fine. I'm 20, very soon to be 21, but as you probably guessed, that hasn't stopped me from downing a few drinks.

I'm a plain Jane, always have been, always will be. I stand at an enormous height of -drum roll please- 5'5. Brown hair, brown eyes, extremely pale, practically opaque. I'm slender, and in perfect shape, or at least that's what my trainer says.

I'm an extremely hard working person, stubborn, horridly clumsy, quiet and unlike Alice I hate, detest and shun all things that have to do with shopping.

I tossed the note back on the table, grabbed my iPod and headed to the bathroom. I stuck my hair up in a pony tail and brushed my teeth. I went back into my bedroom, put on my favorite pair of navy blue running shorts, and a grey sports bra. I put on my iPod arm band and went to the kitchen.

I popped down some bread in the toaster, and turned on the coffee maker. I put on my bracelet that holds the house key, scrapped some butter on the toast and left.

I know this is weird but running usually helps me get rid of my headache, it helps me get pumped for a major meeting too. It's a certain release that helps make all of the world melt away, I relax as soon as my feet hit the pavement.

I walked out of my building past Robert, the old door man, smiled at him and took off down the street. There's a nearby park that I always go to for my morning run. I'm a sucker for routines, and hate change, so go figure.

I put my iPod on shuffle, Breathe by Michelle Branch flowed through my headphones, and I fell into a steady rhythm. I reached the park in no time and started down the trail. I always enjoyed coming to the park. It's well kept, and very beautiful. Trees line the entire path, as well as flowers of all different shapes and colors. It's a very soothing atmosphere.

I ran for a good thirty minutes, then as always my running buddy, Jacob, joined me. Jake, my other best friend, runs with me every morning. He and I have known each other since we were in diapers, and we have yet to be separated. When I went away to college, in Seattle, he was extremely saddened, but we quickly fell into a routine of visits. We'd switch off weekends to visit each other and it worked out well. Jake was 15 when I went off to college, I was 17.

Like I said, I'm a hard worker, which would explain why I was in college so early. Jake was the only friend I made and kept throughout my short time in Forks, where my father lives. Our dads were best friends so it was inevitable that we would be around each other so often.

We usually run in silence, both too absorbed in the rush and our music too worry about mindless conversation. I still enjoyed his presence, no matter how insignificant. And so we ran, Jake usually keeps pace with me but sometimes I unknowingly creep ahead.

A little over an hour later we parted ways. I grabbed a bottle of water from the nearest vendor and downed it, Jake did the same. I gave him a quick hug, considering we were both sweaty, and started for home.

As I was crossing the street towards my flat I heard someone yell out. I stopped, looking in the direction of the voice that yelled. My eyes stopped on a beautiful man, in a business suit, with a look of horror in his eyes. He looked like he was a male model. His hair was a odd, but extremely beautiful, copper color, tousled on his head. The suit was covering him but I could still see his form, and he definitely looked as though he was in shape.

Sometime during my oggling he had gotten much closer to me, he was running actually, towards me! I didn't understand the look in his eyes, or why he was running towards me so quickly. Then I heard it.

Tires squealing across the pavement. I looked to my left to see a red BMW speeding towards me, swerving on the road. I was glued to my spot, too shocked to move out of the way. Suddenly, I was airborne. The wind had been knocked out of me and I felt my head hit the ground with extreme force.

The last thing I saw was beautiful emerald eyes starring at me, and cool hands touching my face, before the scent of blood hit my nose. I instantly felt nauseous, and could feel myself slipping from consciousness. I could barely hear anything over the screams that surrounded me. Finally the blackness consumed me, and I lost consciousness.

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