CHAPTER 1
Alice,
I know you're not getting any of these emails but I feel that this is the only way I even have a chance to see you again. For the last few months all I see is darkness. all I hear is the sound of voices long gone. And I only feel pain an agony I wish to carry for the rest of my life because it is a reminder of what I once had and will never know again. I wish you were here I mean aren't best friends supposed to be there for you when you need them most? Miss you.
A lonely ghost,
Bella
Send.. Message not delivered.
Great. What was I hoping to see? An email finally delivered? Alice appearing at my door step? Ed...
Ding-dong
What the hell. No one has come to see us except jake but he just lets himself in. Unless...
"ALICE!" I dashed down the stairs and ran for the door. With my luck I managed to trip on the rug at the bottom of the stairs. Charlie somehow before I had time to get up had got up off the sofa turned off the tv and opened the door so whoever was outside would see me laying on the floor like an idiot.
"Hello. Umm... Can I help you" Charlie knows every adult in town and all the teenaged punks so it must be a kid who has rarely gotten in trouble.
"Yes sir I'm here to see Bella. I go to her school." Charlie turned around a gestured for me to come see who it was. He opened the door a little more so I could see a slightly sheepish Tyler standing in the rain with a giant cardboard box.
"Hi Tyler, what do you need." I was not recently in the mood to hang out with friends.
"It's not what I need but what you need. You see it has been proven that when someone is depressed they would feel less guilty unloading some of their feelings on someone they know will not share but they will not see often enough to feel bad for burdening them with sorrows. The perfect person for the job would be someon-"
"Cut the crap Tyler why are you really here?" I sound like a badass moody chick. Oh well it's not like I care.
"No really I'm here to talk.. Oh and give you this box of get well soon card that have been accumulating in front of your locker." He sounded truth full enough so I told him he could come in out of the rain an we would chat in my room.
"Alright , but no funny business kid. Got it?" Tyler mumbled something along the lines of 'there go my planes for the afternoon' that earned him a glare from my father. Damn Tyler your barking up the wrong tree trying humor like that on my dad.
"Sooo... Um why have letters been showing up In front of my locker and why do you have them?" I hope he had a good answer and this wasn't just some huge joke to get into my house.
"Well roomers spread when someone is out of school for three months and their boyfriend skips town. These cards are sort of he schools way of saying we understand so come back. Some kids decided to make a joke of it so don't be surprised if you find a baby name sheet or a baby shower card in there." Well at least they didn't think to put a condom in.
"And why did you have them again?"
I want to know this before I open the box. Just in case.
"I put a box and sign in the office so the janitors wouldn't just sweep up the cards. Oh and can I say that black is a good color on you." That is the first compliment I've gotten since he left me. I need to do something crazy and or reckless to get my mind off everything.
"Tyler would you like to be the first person to go out on an adventure with me as a legal adult?" I knew that after i spent months in my room this sweet boy would not refuse me a small adventure.
"uhh... Sure.. I guess. where to malady?" I knew exactly where we were going.
"are you sure you want to do this Bella? don't be hasty it will be there all you life..." shit he was right but i am not backing down. i lost him because I am weak. i have to become stronger. And a tattoo is a perfect way to do it.
"I'm fine its just a rose." a blood red rose. OW! mind flinch. WOW I really need to show my emotions more.
Half an hour later we were on our way to the next stop in my adventure. Tyler was not going to like this one. wait why do I care what he thinks. Screw it. To the salon!
"Damn it Bella. What are you trying to do? Be a whole new person?" that is exactly what I'm doing. Doesn't he get it?
"Hello dear, how can I help you?" WOW this lady is way too perky. The 'dear' made her sound like a grandma. She only looks like 22. Oh well.
"blond." that's all said let's see what she says to a short tempered teena- young adult.
"streaks or highlights?" sheesh what did she think? Do i look 12?
"um... I mean whole head." her face fell so fast it was almost comical. Wait did she just mutter that it was 'a waste of her talent'? what the hell lady I thought the customer was always right.
"Oh, are you sure your hair is beautiful as it is. with some highlights or streaks it would be perfect." that's it i don't have all day. I am about to get up and leave when i see tyler 'chatting' with the stylist in the corner. she a little old for him but go tyler!
"yes I'm sure"i snapped"what? do I look like I'm 12 or something? do I need to call my momma to get my freaking hair dyed? just dye it! platinum with a splash of gold." Thats right I was going all out. "hey tyler! you know you can leave whenever you want I'm not going to drag you through all this girl stuff any more." I hope he would take it and i was going to go shopping for clothes and that includes bras so i don't really want him there with me. he's a great guy though ill be seeing him again soon in school.
"you sure Bella? I'll stay if you want me to." He is soo sweet. I completely forgave him for almost squishing me in the parking lot last year.
"Ya. its fine I was actually about to call Angela. I'll be fine." calling Angela was a lie but it would get him to leave so I said it.
"alright but cal me if you need anything. Oh wait you don't have my number. I'll just have Ben give me your number. later Bella."
"have fun you two" I added a wink just for fun. oddly enough tyler smacked his forehead. "What?"
"Bella, this is my cousin jenny. i better go before this get more awkward. " oops,
"Come with me dear so i can rinse out the bleach." by the time i had gotten to the shops it was 5 pm. first on the list bras that show just a little bit more cleavage. When i had found three sets that i liked i went to find some t-shirts that had cool bands, or movies on the front. Check, Check. next some white tanks so my wine red bra can show just enough. after half an hour i was almost done with my list. all that was left was a cute pair of shades, a hot leather form-fit jacket, and to pick up my motorcycle from jake's house. he fixed it up for me a while back and it turns out that by my third time on the bike i had enough skill to pass a driver's test. Now I'm on a permit and scheduled to take a test in march. once i found the shades and this jacket that was a dream come true (and on sale!) i was on my way in my truck to la push to get the bike loaded into the back of my truck.
ping.
i pull my buzzing phone out of my pocket.
one new message.
from: 617...hi B.S. lol its tyler.
to:617...Sup my friend
from:617...NO the whole point is that I'm not your friend B.S. (lol BS)
to:617...shut up. Again what's up?
from:617...nothing just bored. gtg see u soon.
to:617...bye :(
create contact?...contact added.
Well, back to the bikes.
Thank you guys so much for reading! I hope you like it. I cant promise that i will be updating regularly but know that I will soon.
P.S. this is my first story on here! (i have one other poem) so please give me some support tel me whether or not to keep writing. :D
~CC