The dreams: Before Bella Leaves Phoenix to live with her dad in Forks WA she has a series of strange dreams. What do these dreams tell her, and are they a sign of good fortune or of an impending doom?
Hello fellow fans! This is my first public shot at a Twilight fanfic. I appreciate any input and comments and hope everyone enjoys!!
Just a warning that these are works in progress. The grammar is bad, and these chapters will probably be redone. And of course I do not own any part of Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse.
A gentle caressing wind blew my lackluster hair across my face, knocking me out of my perfectly good fantasy. Blinking my day dreams away, I looked around to see where the surprising chilly Phoenix air was coming from. Crossing over from my comfortable position on the couch I found the window that was blatantly left open despite the air conditioning in the house cranked up to the maximum. I sighed to myself, 'Renee'. Usually the thought of my absent minded mother would make me smile. Her mistakes were never hurtful or vicious, but silly and enduring in a way that only Renee could make work. But for reasons I knew well enough thinking of her would not bring any good emotions right now.
Shutting the window I turned to see exactly what I would be missing. The same living room that I was used to. I don't know what I would really miss in this town besides Renee. Of course the sun, and big city would be gone as well. But I knew that was not the reason I was so sad.
Besides Renee I didn't have much I was leaving, yet, she was my best friend. Even during the times I couldn't take her seriously, she knew me the best and of course could read me so easily. I better look around now when I still had the chance. The rooms were all there, looking the exactly the same. The kitchen, our living room, and the guest room that Renee tried to redo 2 years ago. It is still a mess, thank God that phase was short lived enough not to go through the whole house.
I climbed back to my room and just stared at my suitcases. Slumping on my bed I started looking for anything that might distract me from my thoughts. Since all my c.d.'s were pack away I grabbed my book on the nightstand and opened it to the first page. It was meant to be my sanity on the flight, but being in my own house seemed like a bigger challenge at the moment. Laying down I curled up and started trying to get sucked into the plot. Though it was a good book, it just wasn't enough to distract me from my thoughts or heavy eyelids. 'Remember Bella, your doing this for Renee, your doing this for Renee.' Closing my eyes and grabbing a fleece blanket from the end of my bed, I kept repeating my phrase until I fell asleep.
I have never been one to dream much. So why was I standing in the rain?? I looked around this strange place. It reminded me of Forks, but at the same time this was not the same place I used to visit almost every childhood summer. Taking everything in I realized I was in a forest. The green scenery was almost overwhelming, and the foliage felt way too thick. I didn't bother to look up because I knew if I could see the sky it would be grey without a hint of sun, and the moss grew on BOTH sides of the trees. "Great". There is absolutely no hope of getting out. Bushing branches aside I started attempting to try to climb my way out of this place.
Even my dream self was clumsy… I barely managed to keep myself from falling, and I had no idea where in the name of God I was going. As I tripped over what seemed like the 100th root, I was getting frustrated…fast. "Its just a dream, I can wake up!" I've never had to will myself up from a dream, but after a little bit, there didn't seem to be much hope. "Could there be something out there worse than a nightmare?" I asked the tree that was keeping my balance at the moment. Going on ahead, my eyes finally saw something that resembled light despite the downpour. Pushing back the pine needles there seemed to be an area devoid of stupid trees. As I stepped into the small area I looked around for anything distinguishable that might trigger a memory from one of my trips to visit Charlie. Well, it didn't seem that way…this area was extremely small with plenty of dark green grass and a thick wall of trees around the meadow in a circle. Rolling my eyes I took a step back to go into the forest.
'Umph'
'This…isn't…right'
I turned around to see what should have been a simple weave through to escape, was solid as a rock. 'That explains why my back hurts so much' Even though it appeared to be a gap between some trees was completely and without a doubt solid. Pounding my fist did not seem to do any good, but the release I was getting was a definite positive. I was hitting forever I heard something low come from behind me. Whatever it was sounded mean, and in this hell called a dream most likely wanted to hurt me. 'Please let me be wrong' I slowly backed around head first, followed by my shoulder, then my body. Nothing was there. 'But that growl had to come from somewhere.' But I was too scared to move. Trembling actually. Still facing the meadow I put my hand behind me, and felt…nothing!
