Chapter 1 – 1st Prayer 1st Scare

This is my first story, be gentle

Bellas pov

The moon glistened in the sky and I prayed to God to thank him for the clear night that he blessed upon us during my flight. This is my first time on a plane.

I have been in the nunnery all my life; ever since I was abandoned on the stairs. Last month Mother Superior had told me it was time for me to explore and find where I want to be.

So here I am, I'm on my way to Forks on the Olympic peninsula, in search of my father and I am to stay with a nun who was sent to Forks years ago.

The flight attendant came and asked me to put my seat belt on, but it had been on since take off.

The plane touched down and the engines whirred down to a stand still, I waited till all the people had left the plane and then walked off eager to get away from the giant roaring fear factory.

"I will never get on one again," I muttered to my self.

"They're the safest way to travel you know," a silky voice whispered into my ear.

I spun franticly only to see the last passenger, apart from myself, heading through the doors to the foyer. He was a young man in his late teens with brown hair.

It couldn't have been him since he was so far away.

I shook off my surprise and proceeded to walk towards the door and caught my foot on a bag.

I recognised the bag; it was as high as my shin and bright red...

It was my carry on bag

I clutched my bag strap with my face almost beetroot red

I looked gingerly at the bag, "please tell me you didn't speak to me," I whispered.

The bag looked as bewildered as a lifeless bag could be expected to be.

"Thought so," I said randomly.

...

Sister Esme was a sweet and caring nun, who had come to Forks a few years before me.

She had smooth pale white skin, vibrant, amber eyes and long shiny brown hair.

Her appearance seemed a little off. Considering she was supposed to be in her early fifties

"Welcome, dear sister Isabelle." Her sweet voice drifted in the air as she wrapped her arms around me and led me inside.

I shivered as her fingers slipped smoothly over my exposed neck.

"Bella, please sister" I sighed and my breath fogged as it parted with my lips.

"Perhaps we should find you some warmer clothes before the formalities," she trilled as she glided into another room and back with a brown, leather, woolly jacket.

I slipped it on and a sweet sent that reminded me of sister Esme filled my nose.

"Now Bella, you must be tired. It has been a long journey." Esme took my hand and guided me into a room down the hall.

"You will be staying here. My son Edward helped me to set this room up just for you."

I blinked for a second, "Your son! Aren't you sworn to Christ?"

She smiled sweetly,"I left the nunnery a while ago I have revoked my vows."

I stared at Esme bewildered. "You can do that?"

She chuckled lightly, "Edward is also only my adopted step-son."

I sat confused and slightly curious.

"Goodnight Bella," she chuckled and turned off the light. "It will be just the two of us for a while."

I lay awake, thinking, listening to the light drifting music of the piano coming through the window from the woods. This is going to be a long stay I thought.

The room had hundreds of little lights hanging from the roof all emitting faint yellow glows looking like little stars or fireflies.

The bed was large and luxurious. The sheets felt soft, smooth and welcoming. There was only one blanket but it was thick and soft.

It felt like I was in heaven. The room had everything, a large wardrobe nestled in the far corner and a tall set of draws sitting next to it. Across the room was a long desk and lamp with a cushioned, rolling seat.

At the far end of the room stood a tall coat rack or something along those lines. It seemed very out of place.

I slipped off the bed and made the sign of the cross, "father, you have brought me to this place, and have done many things for me but I cannot help but feel like leaving the nunnery is like turning my back to all you have done for me."

"my child, to love is my greatest joy, forgive and forget and so on and so forth."

I shivered in astonishment and slowly rose my head, sitting on my bed was my small red carry on bag.

"Please tell me you didn't." I begged

No response came from the bag again that night no matter how much I interrogated

And I beg whoever is up there... or in my bag, please let me stay as sane as I can