It was dark. Very dark. Which was strange considering I live in sunny Phoenix, where even night seems to have it's own sun. Phoenix is too sunny for me, though. Which is why I am moving to dreary old Forks tomorrow. I don't know why, but ever since the 'water incident' as I call it, I absolutely hate the sun; it's just too hot and dry…

Suddenly the dark starts to pulse around me, like a beating heart. Slowly, slowly closing in on me, until it's hard to breath. Just when I think I'm about to go bye-bye, I hear a distant voice getting louder, and louder…

"Isabella Marie Swan! Get off your lazy butt and get it into the shower! We're leaving for the airport in ten minutes!"

Ah, mother. What a lovely sound to wake up to in the morning. I groan at my horrid sense of attempted humor and sit up. I rub my eyes as I open them. Ah, how I missed the dark.

I stumbled through my too-small-for-all-my-stuff room, and somehow managed to stump my toe on one of the boxes filled to the brim with stuff. "Shit," I said. That surprised myself- I don't often curse, and never so casually. Then again, a lot of change has happened since the water incident… I thought of that as I made my way through to the shower.

The water incident happened only a few weeks ago. I was fishing in a man made lake a couple of miles away with my dad, or Charlie as I call him.

Charlie and I don't have a necessarily good relationship, in my opinion he just always wanted to have a boy instead of a girl. He is a bulky man, kind of chubby but it wasn't that noticeable. He lazes around the house not having a job and depending on Mother's money. He has short black hair that is so short it looks like he's bald. He is clean-shaven but has the makings of a uni-brow.

I was walking in the hallway, stepping into the bathroom and locking the door, then starting to pull off my clothes.

So anyway, during that particular day, as we were fishing and Charlie was pretending that I was a boy- which I most definitely am NOT –I got a bite. Now, I never get a bite and it was 5 in the morning so I was half asleep, not expecting to be thrown into the murky water by the force of the pull.

I was dragged underwater, my hair floating like a halo around my head- what an obscene thought –as I struggled to swim up to the surface. I wasn't too scared, as I knew it was a man made lake, and they'd never put anything dangerous in it. But then, all the thoughts disappeared from my head as something grabbed my ankle.

The touch was cold, and hard, but somehow soothing. It made me want to fall asleep, even though I knew I was under water and I would drown. I tried to fight the sleep, but I couldn't. I felt my throat burning from lack of oxygen, my arms tiring from my struggles, as I let the darkness pull me in, then my eyes were shut.

Ugh. What a horrible memory. I step into the shower and make the water as cold as it will go. Ahh. As I started lathering I thought of what happened after that. The only thing I could remember after my eyes closing is being dry, cold and miserable in a freezing hospital room, and everything has been going wacky ever since.

I sigh as I step out of my paradise, my shower. I walk to my room in my towel, as I forgot to bring my clothes. I quickly change into jeans and a short sleeved T-shirt, as Phoenix is really hot, but bringing a jacket for the cool weather of Forks. Not like I'd need it anyway. Ever since the WAIN (which is what I now call the water incident because it's shorter) I cannot get cold. I'm serious- everywhere is either steaming hot, or pleasantly warm.

Suddenly, as I am brushing my hair, I realize that it is way too long. Just yesterday it was mid-back, now it's almost to my but! Plus, where did all the tangles go? It now falls down my back in erotic, and perfect spirals. Oh, here we go again. I get a hair band and tie it into a bun, so no one will notice.

I walk down the stairs, luggage in one hand, and a purse in the other. Charlie doesn't even offer to help. What a couch potato. I walk outside and put my stuff in the back of the taxi, wave goodbye to my parents, and hop in.

"To the airport please,"

I tell the taxi driver. He nods and we drive away from my personal Hell.

As we reach the airport, the taxi driver helps me unload my luggage onto a trolley. I go through the entire normal annoying airport activities, and soon I am waiting to board. Then my gate opens and after a little bit of hustling, I reach my seat.

Everything may be confusing now, but I have a feeling that Forks will make it all better. Then again, I may be wrong. All I really know is that in a couple of hours I will land in Seattle, and live the rest of my high school life with my Uncle Billy and Cousin Jacob. But with all that has happened, Even that may be wrong.