A/N: I had this idea and felt the need to write it. This chapter might be a bit confusing, but I promise it will clear up very soon! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters.
Bella:
"Bye, Mom. I love you," I said as I stepped onto the ramp, my suitcases in hand.
"Bye, honey. Please keep in touch with me," she answered, tears in her eyes. "Let me know when you get there." Renee had no idea why I was moving away from her and Phil's sunny Jacksonville home to the always rainy Forks, Washington.
And neither did I.
Ever since I could remember, I had this odd feeling that never seemed to go away. It was like a magnet, pulling me towards Forks, but I had never even been there before. I even dreamed about it, even though I didn't know what it looked like. Just something in my mind led me on that it was in fact Forks, Washington.
I hugged Renee once more, and then turned to carry my luggage onto the plane. I glanced at my tickets and memorized my seat number. I found it quickly, put my bags in the storage space above my seat, and then sat down.
Luckily, there weren't many people that were on this plane. It was odd for a person to go straight to a very sunny city to a stormy one. So, I was in a row by myself, and I was in the window seat.
The silence gave me some time to think. I always knew that I was different. I felt as if there were some things that were missing from my life.
I felt empty.
I was 19, but couldn't remember everything about my childhood. I didn't know who my father was. I had heard Renee and Phil speaking about him, but I wasn't supposed to be listening. They were having a private talk that I wasn't intended to hear. My dad's name was Charlie, but that was all that I knew about him.
I looked down at my lap, and noticed the crescent-shaped scar on my hand. I traced it in wonder. It was always slightly cooler than the rest of my skin and it had been there for as long as I could remember.
But I didn't know how it happened.
And then, there was the large scar that ran from the inside of my wrist to the crease at my elbow. I knew that had to be something serious and I surely should remember how it happened.
I didn't know why that scar was there either.
Whenever Renee caught me looking at the large and more noticeable scars, she would suddenly preoccupy herself with a nearby magazine or begin cleaning up the house, even though it was already spotless. I pretended that I didn't notice, but I did. And I didn't know what her behavior meant.
I was a klutz by nature. A girl who could nearly incapacitate herself and sometimes others just by walking across a flat surface. It was an unfortunate quality that I had always seemed to have.
I didn't know a lot about my life and it bothered me. Sometimes, it kept me up at night, thinking and wondering what was wrong with me or what I was missing. I would dream about random people that I felt connected to, I would dream about Forks nearly all the time. And then, more importantly, I would always dream about one boy. No matter what. But, when I woke up, I could barely picture his face. Some of the things that I would dream about would just be very unclear memories when I was awake.
It was beyond infuriating.
Renee didn't know about the dreams. But she worried about me all the time. There were times where I wondered if I belonged in an insane asylum instead of the real world. I didn't fit in anywhere. But something told me that moving to Forks would be the solution.
I stepped off of the plane into Seattle. It was very cloudy, but that was to be expected. There was a strange feeling of repetition as I carried my luggage into another airport. But I knew very well that I had never been here before.
I had already bought a house, fully furnished and at a very good price. Of course, Renee and Phil had helped pay it off, but it was still a very good deal. I had only seen one picture of it, and it was the perfect house for me. Before I left Jacksonville, I had printed off directions to the house. I had the papers ready in my hand.
Next, I had to catch another plane to Forks, Washington. As I boarded, I noticed that this plane was more crowded. I wouldn't get the quiet that I was so lucky to achieve on the last ride.
I was in an aisle seat this time, next to a very loud, elderly couple. I leaned towards the direction of the aisle to give them their space as they argued.
They pretended that I didn't exist for the whole hour long ride. They nearly knocked me down when they pushed passed me as I walked down the ramp into the Forks Airport with my heavy luggage.
Having rented a car over the Internet, I walked over to one of the ladies at a desk at the end of the room to ask about it.
"Last name?" she asked as she stared down at her computer.
"Swan," I answered. She typed the name on the keyboard quickly and then went into a back room. She came out with a paper and a key in her hand.
"Just sign this here." She pointed to a line on the end of the page. "And then bring the car back in a week or we will have to charge you extra." She pointed to another spot on the page. "And this is where the car is located. It should be just outside the airport, all ready for you."
I nodded and took the key from her hand. I struggled with my luggage until a man touched me on the shoulder.
"Do you need help with that?" He had blue eyes, blond hair, and a very cute face. I felt like I knew him from somewhere.
"Um . . . sure," I said, looking at him closer.
He smiled and picked up my luggage for me. "I'm Mike," he said.
"I'm Bella. Do I know you from somewhere?"
He looked suddenly sad and sighed. "No, ma'am. I don't think so."
I checked the parking lot number for the rental car and found it right in the front of the airport, just like the lady at the assistance desk had said. It was a silver Mazda. A nicer car than I was expecting.
"So, what brings you to Forks?" Mike asked me as I opened the trunk for him.
"Oh, um, I don't really know. I have no family here or anything. I'm just kind of here on a whim," I said, not exactly able to explain why I was here correctly. Mike looked at me with an odd expression for a moment, but then composed his face and nodded. "What about you?"
He lifted one of my suitcases into the trunk. "I live here. I am waiting for a friend, actually. She is on break from college." I nodded and watched as he lifted another suitcase into the car.
College. Something that I had never even considered. That was an experience that I could skip. I knew how to read and I knew how to do math. I was all set for the future. College shmolledge, I thought.
"Thank you so much for helping me, Mike," I said as he hauled the last suitcase into the trunk.
"No problem, Bella. I'll see you around." He said my name as if I was an old friend of his. It seemed so familiar to him. It almost hurt to watch him walk away, his expression slightly sad again.
I sighed as I got into the car. I still had the directions to get to my new house in my hand. I was ready to drive.
The directions were fairly simple. But as I followed them, I was wondering if I was dreaming. I had seen this mossy scenery in at least one of my dreams before. This road wound through the green trees, and it was familiar somehow.
My alien planet, a voice sighed in the back of my head. I unintentionally slowed down the car, surprised. The voice had entered my head without my permission. I wasn't expecting it.
I shook my head in disbelief and just continued to drive. And soon enough, I had reached another road. Or was it the driveway?
It was at least a mile until I reached the beautiful house. It was white and rectangular with a wrap-around porch. Just like the picture I had seen. It looked like it had not been lived in for quite a while, but I liked the fact that it was set apart from the other houses. The realtor that I had spoken to online was obviously out of her mind. A house this beautiful and large should be worth millions, not the puny price that I was luckily able to pay for it.
For some reason, I felt that it had value. More than just the fact that it was an older house. Like it symbolized something that I was close to.
I felt as if it was important.
A/N: Like I said before, things will get clearer. I will clear things up very soon. I am going to keep you guessing for a while until I am able to come right out and explain in later chapters. Review!