A.N: Hey guys, this is my first kind of decent story after quite a few turbulent years, so please go easy on me. I hope you enjoy reading, after all we do this for fun :)

Disclaimer for the entire story: No copyright infringement is intended. I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters. It all belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 1: Out of the Nothingness

BPOV

I was all alone, broken, not myself anymore, depressed, apathetic, a shell. Because my one and only true love left me. He was my other half, my soul mate.

He left me months ago. Sam found me in the forest after it happened. I hadn't even realized I was there. I hadn't realized I was anywhere in the first place. I was just gone.

Life or better, existence, along with everything in it, had become a dull blur around me. It was like looking through thick glass. Moving shapes and muted sounds, it all wasn't quite reaching me. I couldn't grasp what went on around me. Not that I wanted to. Everything was a background to my unwanted thoughts, easily ignored and unimportant. But my thoughts were not so easily ignored. They were beating in on me, the impact reverberating inside my skull, making my head ache. I couldn't turn them off, but I could turn everything else off. And so I did. No emotions, no nothing.

I had been lying in my bed, staring into nothingness when I registered voices around me: it was my dad talking about what would be best for me. Funny, you can't help someone who isn't there. You can't help someone who doesn't exist anymore.

Lately things started hitting the thick cocoon of blurry glass I put around me. It would thump and pull my attention. Sometimes it was just a fraction of an instant, other times it was a bit more prominent. The blur wasn't a constant anymore, those little infractions in my glass brought diversion.

Some time ago I heard that song, which is a mystery because I started detesting any and all music. It generally wasn't turned on around our house. But maybe we weren't at our house, I couldn't remember. Time held no meaning anymore. Back to the song… It snapped me out of the haze I was in. All the cracks that had been forming in my thick glass cocoon had finally made a hole. I felt like the song described, I could relate. Stupid and so incredibly cliché, I know. But it was the song that made me realize I had to do something about myself. When I heard it I was internally laughing at the pathetic singer who had lost her love. I was boring Bella Swan, suffering because her boyfriend didn't want her, I was exactly the same. How absolutely pathetic is that?!

I decided that if my life was ruined I could better make the best of what was left. Again I realized how pathetic I had become, I didn't have much besides my boyfriend. I got so wrapped up in the all-consuming love we were that I had little to no friends left. I lost contact with my few friends from Phoenix and even with the ones I had in Forks. The latter were only five to ten minutes away from me… and that was probably the time you needed to get there on foot. I really had no excuse there. That entire matter aside, I started conjuring up a plan. Immediately, I bumped into a first problem: to execute my plan, money was required, and lots of it. I did have some money of my own, earned from weekend jobs in Phoenix and my job at the Newtons in Forks. My savings were certainly a good start, but to really do what I intended to do, I would need more.

Charlie's money wasn't an option; he had worked hard his whole life to get where he was now, with the little money he had. I couldn't possibly waste it to my own benefit. I needed to get my money elsewhere. That only left one option, Phil and Renée. Phil had finally made progress in his baseball career and started belonging to the important people in the whole of baseball. I wouldn't know what he did, because obviously I had been a 'bit' absent lately. During all of the very one-sided phone calls Renée and I had, she had excitedly and eloquently explained everything. At the time, it had all been a buzz in the background and none of what she told me really registered. I did know that he had earned quite some money already and that it would continue to be like that. They still travelled a lot but they also bought a house in LA. The reason behind it- because let's be honest and face it- my mom was quite a few years older than Phil and probably wanted to settle. Yes, even characters like my bubbly and energetic mom needed a bit of a constant in life as they got older.

Last time I was on the phone with Renée, she had been raving about LA, about the sun and the shops and all exciting things she was going to do while they were there and not on the road. She had been talking about how a change of scenery would benefit me. She said it was only normal that I was in a bit of a depression, as I was currently living in the darkest and rainiest hole in the whole world. Surely depression was to follow, she blabbed on, it was what she'd always thought would happen to me if I stayed too long. According to her I was like a beautiful flower, and they needed the sun to survive and to show their beauty in the best of ways.

My mom had always been up in the clouds, but this was a bit much even for her doing. She sounded a lot more self-righteous and even a tad bit stuck-up. I would have addressed it to her, hadn't I been wallowing so deep in my pool of self-pity.

But, now that I was thinking about it, this whole situation came in very handy. Since my mom had already been pushing me into living with her and Phil, nobody would really think about why I suddenly did want to move away. The excuse would made all too easily, the 'change of scenery' explanation oh-so believable. Depressed Bella Swan, the poor thing. Sucked in by those weird Cullens and spit out again like trash. Some people felt sorry for me, some people were probably laughing behind my back - and that did hurt somewhere in the depths of my mind, but I shielded myself off of that - The new me would not care about what other people thought. Only the more reason to move away, I didn't like the narrow-mindedness of the Forks inhabitants. I could do without their judging and prying eyes.

Another benefit of moving away to LA was the fact that my mom and Phil still travelled a lot. It would give me an unknown amount freedom, a thing most teenagers could only dream about. And I intended to fully use all of that freedom to the best of my ability.

And so my mind was made up, I would move to LA and be someone else. No Boring Bella anymore, the plain Jane-me had to disappear. Isabella Marie Swan was stronger than some life-sucking vampire who threw humans away when he got bored with them. I was better than that and I was so over him (I still had to work on the 'so over him'-part). With that thought I finally fell asleep.