Gentle Harmony
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters.
Chapter 1
I was exactly 6 years old when I was attacked, it was one of those camping trips with my mother and father. It started out perfectly normal, but somehow one way or another I drifted away from my parents, lost in the woods.
Vulnerable, weak and alone, the perfect prey. I was crying, calling out my mother's name when a man appeared in front of me. For a split second, I felt relieved, I was saved I thought but then dread washed over me, I couldn't explain it but my instincts told me to run away as fast as I can and never look back.
"Hello, little girl." He said in a soft musical but horrifyingly malicious voice.
I shuddered as I prayed to dear God that by some miracle I will be saved that someone will get me away from this man. His eyes haunted me, they were a deep scarlet, it scared me, shook me to the core yet I couldn't look away.
He walked towards me in an effortless grace, placed his hands on my shoulders and sneered.
I tried to get away, but he was too strong or rather I was too weak. Helpless. I closed my eyes as I felt him lean towards my neck, I felt his teeth, sharp and strong.
I held my breath waiting for the pain that I knew would come. But it never came, I can vaguely remember but another man, saved me. Grabbed the horrible creature off me and saved me.
I couldn't think, I couldn't move and I couldn't talk, I was breathing fast and crying. Screaming. I felt the man gently pick me up and ran, I thought we were flying, the wind whipped past my face.
He finally stopped, I can't remember all the details but there were more people about maybe 6 of them. Some of them tried to calm me down, but I wouldn't stop screaming, the tears wouldn't stop flowing. I was shaking so hard and all I saw was the red eyes that will forever haunt me.
But then I heard this soft gentle beautiful music coming from another room. It soothed me, calmed me down and made me forget. It was almost as if it protected me, I felt warm and secure and safe. For some odd reason, I was able to get a hold of myself.
I stood up and followed the source of the sound and there sat the man who saved me, gracefully playing the piano. I can't remember how he looks like now but what I do remember was that he had striking gold eyes, beautiful and reassuring. He smiled at me and I sat next to him and just listened, I had my eyes closed and I just let the music take all my fears away.
I must have fallen asleep because the next day, I woke up to my parents' worried gazes. I wondered if all of it was just a product of my imagination or maybe a dream.
That sure I must have gotten lost but maybe I was never attacked or…saved for that matter. My parents soon explained to me that they were frantically looking all over for me and found me near the cabin where we were staying, sleeping peacefully. This only intensified my belief that I made everything up, but why did it feel so real?
I got up and felt something inside my pocket, it was a CD. Which contains the music that will eventually be the one thing that helps me get through my life.
I am Bella, I am now 17 years old. That horrible incident happened 11 years ago. But the man with red eyes constantly visits my dreams, I wake up in the middle of the night, shaking, shivering and scared. And the only salvation I had was the CD…the music that calms me down. The one thing that reminds me that although I was attacked, I was SAVED as well. That if evil existed, so did good.
I listen to it while I'm curled up miserable at the corner of my room, calming myself. Soon I relax and my breathing returns to normal.
It may sound silly but the gentle flow of notes helped me with everything, when I was alone on a Friday night, it was there to accompany me. When no one was there for me, when I had no friends it was just there…and the man that played it for me, if only I can meet him again.
It's a long story but right now I'm on my way to Forks, Washington to live with my Dad. My parents eventually divorced and about a year ago my Mom married Phil, my stepfather. Phil has to travel around, looking for jobs, agents to take him, he plays baseball. I knew my Mom wanted to go with him, who was I to get in her way?
I didn't have much of a life in Phoenix anyway to be honest. I was too cynical, too "tough" I couldn't open up to anyone. I was afraid, I didn't want to be weak again, to be helpless. And so, walls were built and soon, people just got the hint and left me alone.
I dreaded going to a new school in Forks. But it has to be done, I just have to blend in.
But oddly enough as I got off the plane, I felt something life altering is about to happen. I quickly shrugged it off as I looked for Charlie.
I sighed deeply and forced myself to put on a big smile but Forks' dark and rainy weather described my feelings much more accurately than my smile.
A/N: Ah. First chapter done, nothing much happening really. Should expect action on the second chapter.
Please do tell me what you think about it. It would mean A LOT to me. (Especially since I haven't written fan fiction for like months, maybe even a year.)