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Tickertape
Chapter one
Cut and Paste
I opened my eyes from the darkness to be dazzled by the bright lights that cascaded in broken ray through the glass, spectrums glancing off the rain drops that clung to the transparent surface or the window.
My head was heavy as it lay on my hand, my first thought was panic. Not being accustomed to the idea of sleep due to my change in life style, the first thoughts that ran through my head were questions laced along with harried thoughts of my family.
"Edward!?" My voice was loud and high pitched almost a cry of panic but I did not have chance to fret before he was at my side, his hand on my cheek, his mouth forming a comforting smile.
"You finally woke up I see," He grinned down at me, his amber eyes alight with happiness. I did not respond to his statement my thoughts still panicking, longing to know the wear about of my daughter.
"Where is Renesmee?" I demanded of my husband, quickly picking my body from the sofa were I had been lying.
I recognised the room I was in as Edward small room in the main house, still much the same as it had always been, but different to my recent memories some way, though I could not pick it out.
As I stood on unstable legs, Edwards hand grasped my elbow as if to steady me,
"Bella, who is Renesmee?" He asked, his brow furrowing in concern as he refused to relinquish his hold on my arm.
I could hear a soft soprano voice issuing from the lower level, so without a thought I threw myself along the corridors and down the stairs to see Alice speaking with Jasper walking towards the stairs herself. I knew Edward was stood close behind me, I could hear his breathing as I jogged toward Alice. She grinned at me brightly, her topaz eyes sparkling merrily.
"Alice!" I exclaimed, throwing myself into her arms as if I hadn't seen her in a long time.
"Bella, what are you-" Edward began, but I cut across him sharply.
"Where is Renesmee?" I asked her hurriedly still grasping her upper arms.
"Renesmee?" She asked looking back at Jasper for a clue. "What is Renesmee?"
"Rosalie!" I spotted my tall blonde sister walking from the door that lead to the garage, flicking her curls over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed to a glare. "You have Renesmee, right?" I said knowing full well that Rosalie of all my siblings loved my daughter the most. She just scoffed stalking past me.
I began to breathe erratically as panic flooded me.
"Where's Renesmee!?" my voice was now raised as I stared with wide eyes at my family as all had gathered in the living area to see the fuss I was making. "Where is she!?" My voice echoes off the high ceiling, but all remained silent.
"Carlisle," Edward looked towards his father, worry etched on his face.
"Is she with Jake?" I asked, finding some hopeful possibility that I had not proven untrue.
"Who is Jake?" Edwards's voice was sharp and clean cut; efficient as well as rehearsed to hide all emotion, though his lips curled with a slight jealousy.
"Bella," Carlisle approached me slowly as if not to startle me, as if he were approaching a mentally unsound being. "Who are these people? When did you meet them?"
"What?" I asked, my voice raising several octaves in my panic. "They're not figments of my imagination or anything!"
"Okay," Carlisle lead me to the couch by my elbow, his touch was gentle, sitting me down on it, he knelt in front of me, holding one of my hands in both of his.
"What is your name?" He asked softly.
"Bella Cullen," I answered swiftly as if it were a lyric or poem, feeling the pleasure of it rolling from my tongue. Rosalie sniggered and I looked at her in a panicked confusion.
"How old are you?" He asked a second question, his expression giving nothing away.
"19 in human years, but 18," I said, grinning through my panic at my preferred age.
"Where do you live?" His gold eyes now echo worry.
"Here practically," I laughed a little. "But the cottage in the forest." I answered, my mind drifting to the cosy rooms of the small home.
"Now, tell me who these people are, Renesmee and Jacob," He was treating me like I was mad as I began to shake erratically, tears spilling down my cheeks.
I snatched my hand from Carlisle in horror, pressing my hands to my cheek to feeling my damp cheek, more tears rolling as I recognised human tears glistening on my peachy skin.
"Please," I begged, looking Carlisle straight in the eyes. "I just want my daughter."
"Carlisle," Edwards panicked voice rose above all else as he sat beside me, pulling me into his chest as I began to sob.
"What's happened to her?" He was now erratic himself as he smoothed down my hair.
"You don't have a daughter, Bella. Remember?" He whispered softly, his lips brushing my ear. "Your name is Bella Swan, you live with your father, and you're 17 years old." He began to tell me about my former self, but not the one I am now.
"No," I choked. "I live here, I have a daughter, and I'm married!" I held my left hand out to see it bare, not wedding band around my finger. "Why are you pretending?" I demanded. "What are these stupid games?" I pulled myself from Edwards's arms, glaring at them all accusingly. "Who are you?" I didn't understand the accusation I had just made, though nor did I care, I just wanted my daughter back.
"These people, they were a dream," Carlisle explained weakly. "You been asleep for hours," He rose to his full height, his topaz eyes soft and understanding.
"A dream," I repeated.
The room felling silent apart from my erratic breaths.
"This may not be the best time, but I have a weather announcement," Alice broke the silence with her loud voice.
"Have I been here before now?" I whispered, my eyes dropping to the floor, my words falling from a whim.
"No," Rosalie's harsh voice bounced off me, only the word registering.
"You've never been here before Bella, darling." Esme spoke kindly from behind Carlisle, her hands clasped in front of her.
"I know the weather tonight," My voice echoes dully in my own head as I relived one of the worst night of my life.
"Entertain me," Alice chirped her face open and friendly.
"Thunder storm?" I asked timidly.
"Correct!" She grinned. "And we know what that means," She smiled at her family, her excitement bubbling to the surface.
"Baseball," I whispered fear drenching me to the bone, the unusual beating of my heart increasing.
"Would you like to come, Bella?" Alice chirped, unaffected by my knowledge.
"No." I said quickly.
"It'll be fun-"
"I said no, Alice," I snapped. Her eyes widened with hurt at my harsh words. I swallow nervously, "Sp-sports aren't my thing," I tried to erase my mistake hastily.
"Oh, okay..." Alice gave me a half smile.
The future was laid out for me to see like the pages of a book, I just had to cut out my least favourite parts... But what will be the consequences?
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