"So far away from where you are
These miles have torn us worlds apart
And I miss you, yeah I miss you
And I wish you were here"
I could feel the tears seeping from under my eyelids as we touched down. I looked out my window. The sun was shining on a new, red world. I had been here many times before, so the surroundings were familiar, but I had never lived here before. I had always lived in a safe, green little town, named Forks. Forks was a small town, lush and green, and I had a few friends. I looked out at the vast, bright world, and more than anything, I wished I could slither back into Forks, and be a recluse. I could forget about everything then.
I was being sent to hell.
It's not that Phoenix itself was hell, but under the circumstances, I couldn't imagine a worse place to live. My mother was irresponsible, and moved around often with her young husband, Phil. They were both nice enough, but I really missed my dad.
Charlie, my father, was killed in a bear attack about a month ago. Mom had come up to take me away, but I had refused. I hid away in my friend's houses, and my boyfriend, Jacob's house for a month. I couldn't bear to be taken away from my cool, beautiful home. I couldn't be taken from Charlie, but yet, here I was.
The house was mine to keep, for after I turned eighteen. It had been four months, to the date, since my birthday. My birthday was September 13th, and of course, it was Friday, the Thirteenth the day that I met my wretched fate.
I pulled my rolling suitcase down the corridor. My carryon was strapped to my back, my small journal just barely fitting. I carried my head high, though inside, I felt like dying. I had barely been in Phoenix for five minutes, and the heat was already penetrating, and it was January. Here we go again.
I walked down the ramp, passing the gate. I watched the faces of people as I passed them, praying for one friendly face. None came. I walked past a news stand, followed by a vending station, followed by a restaurant. I followed the pathway until I got to the terminal. I breathed a sigh of relief, only quickly to dissipate as I looked around for my mother. I hurried to the payphone, sticking my quarters in as I punched in the numbers. I could feel my pulse rising as I panicked. What if they had forgotten about me again?
Instead of hearing my mother's voice, the phone suddenly shut off. I turned around quickly to see who had hung up for me. There stood Phil, my mother by his side.
"Hey, kiddo." Phil said as my mother wrapped her arms around me, squealing.
"Don't call me kiddo. Ever. Bella is my name." I hissed, feeling the shot of pain. No one but my dad called me kiddo. Phil was nice and all, but he was not my dad. My mother pulled me along, as Phil scooped up my bags in his arms. I groaned as we walked across the hot asphalt to get to my mom's beat up, black, 2001 Ford Focus. It smelled of coconut, and I noticed the small air freshener that waved from the rear view mirror. I laid my head against the hot, glass window. I missed Forks's winter already.
I watched the cacti pass by the window and the sand. I already didn't like it here. I loved the rain. It was cool, made everything dark, and was calming.
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I waited for dad to come home, as I made his favourite dinner, beef shepherd's pie. I looked out the window as the first big, fat raindrops pitter-pattered against the roof. The sky was a brooding grey. Dad was usually home by six. I looked at the clock again. It was eight ten. All of the sudden, a knock at the front door startled me. I breathed a sigh of relief. He must've forgotten his key, though we never locked the front door. I opened the door to see Officer Daniel and a few others. My heart was sinking.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice shrill.
"Maybe we should go inside."
"No!" I screamed. "Tell me right here. Now. Where's my father? Is he okay?"
All of the Officers bowed their heads as Officer Daniel handed me his badge and his favourite cap. I could feel my world spinning.
"He was attacked by a bear while trying to break up a fight in the woods between some hikers. Charlie didn't make it." He said, voice light, his eyes sorry.
I slammed the door shut.
They rang the door bell several times. They tried to get into the house, but I reminded them that I knew the law quite well. They didn't try anymore. Soon, as I watched from dad's window, they left in their police cars. As soon as they were gone, I took one of dad's old, ragged shirts, and ran out into the pouring rain. I ran into the forest as the rain splashed against me. I ran so far that I couldn't see anymore, and I fell. I twisted in the mud as I held dad's shirt against me. I gave up trying, Finally, I screamed as loudly as I could for as long as I could. The upside of the rain: no one knows that you're crying.
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I stared out the window until we pulled up to a medium sized house. My mom pulled into the driveway, and we got out. I noticed something odd. The house had two front doors, two mailboxes, and one side seemed to be the mirror image of the other.
"Honey, it's a duplex. Another family lives on the other side of it. They're the Cullens. You'll get to meet them, when you're ready. They're mostly quiet, and I want you to be too. The walls are paper thin." Renee said, helping Phil with my luggage.
I stepped into the house. It was decorated with warm, bright colours. There was a long staircase leading upstairs. I barely noticed anything as Renee pulled me up the stairs.
"This is our bedroom, followed by the bathroom. This is Phil's office, which will soon be your room. The office will be moved upstairs. There's one bedroom upstairs, if you'd like it. It's dark green, and has wood crown molding, but we can paint it soon, if you want it."
"I want the room upstairs. No painting." I said, jumping on my chance to get Forks in my room. I didn't like how bright this was. I looked out the window, and it was finally getting dark. I looked at my watch. Seven thirty. I loved winter. I knew that soon, during the summer, the days would be long, and even hotter. I growled slightly at the thought.
Renee looked slightly puzzled, but showed me the door to the stairs. I walked up, and realized that it was cooler. I looked at Renee.
"Air conditioner is on full blast up here. We like it cool on at least one floor." She grinned, and winked at me.
Phil brought my bags up as I walked into the room. It was perfect. There was a large bed, that had a dark brown bedspread. The room was dark green, and there was a small wooden desk with a book case against it pressed against the wall across from my bed. There was also a large, brown papasan. I smiled for the first real time since I'd been here.
"We were going to paint this stuff and move it downstairs, but I suppose, since you like it, we can leave it the way it is. I'll leave you alone for a bit. You look exhausted, and I guess you need a nap. I'll bring up a tray for dinner, and Phil will leave your bags outside the door. Come down whenever." She said, closing the door.
She was right. I was drop dead tired. I felt myself fall asleep as I climbed under the cool blankets. I drifted away into the depth of my dreams.
I woke up to loud rock music. I hissed slightly, stretching. I loved sleeping. I tried to fall back asleep, but the music rocked my bed slightly, and I could feel the wall behind my head vibrating with the sounds. I groaned as I turned towards the corner towards the window. The sky was dark but there was a dim light. I noticed a small hole in the middle of the wall by the corner. It looked like someone had punched straight through. I hadn't noticed till now. I sighed, getting out of bed and going to the small bookcase. My mother had brought my books down from Forks before I came. I felt sad, thinking about the house being all alone until I got back. It was legally mine when I turned eighteen. Eighteen was two years away, then I'd escape from here.
I grabbed my old and weathered copy of Little Women, snuggling in the papasan and listening to my iPod touch. I pressed shuffle, barely listening to the music from my headphones as I got lost in my book. I heard the loud music get louder. I got slightly annoyed as I pressed my volume up high. Soon, the volume went higher from the other side of the wall, drowning out the music from my ears. I gave up and started reading, trying to ignore it as I started reading.
After a few minutes, I heard the sound of a headboard hitting against a wall on the other side in a pounding rhythm. The small painting that hung from the wall next to my bed crashed to the floor, shattering. The rhythm didn't even stop. I huffed as I strode to the bed, picking up the glass and picture, throwing away everything but the picture of Denali National Park. I placed it on the desk as I picked up my book, going to sit down. I noticed my iPod on the bed. I went over to the bed, grabbing it, the rhythm getting louder. I could feel my wall being pressed on each time the headboard hit.
I felt a searing pain in my foot. I looked down at it. My foot was bleeding from a small shard of glass that I had missed. I snapped.
"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?" I screamed, pounding against the wall. The rhythm and music both stopped, and I heard a slight conversation.
"Eddie, I didn't know you had a neighbor. Has she been hearing us every night?"
"I didn't know she was there. Renee and Phil didn't mention they had a daughter, but she sounds like a prick." Whoever he was said to the whiney girl.
"I'd better go. It's getting late anyway, Eddie." The girl whined.
"No, Jessica, it's okay. Stay. We can finish this." Eddie said.
"No, I'm gonna go. I'll see you at school tomorrow." Jessica said, and I heard the door shut.
I heard a pounding against my wall.
"What?" I asked, very agitated.
"Next time, shut up and put up, cause this is my place, and I was here first. I'm not gonna stop." Eddie said.
"Oh get over yourself, Eddie. I just moved here, don't be such an ass."
"Fine, bitch. Don't call me Eddie." He growled.
I felt the shooting pain in my head. I hated being called a bitch. I pounded on the wall hard.
And then, the damn music turned back on, drowning out any of my pounding. This was going to be a long night.
Welcome to fucking Phoenix.
Hey guys! This is my new story. I want at least 4 reviews for this if it's possible. Edward's a bit mean right now, and Bella aint too happy either, but it'll get better, I promise. Thanks! -Kassie