Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns the characters and all that. I'm just swimming in her pool.-

BPOV

When I first found it, I almost turned around and walked away.

Almost.

I'd been walking in the woods, becoming lost after a while. I hadn't been paying attention to where I was going, as I was still stewing over the argument I'd had with my mother.

Flashback.

"Bella! Where is my coffee that I asked for 10 minutes ago?" My mother screamed at me from downstairs, apparently to lazy to get off her ass and walk the 5 paces to the kitchen.

I sighed. " I told you I'd make it when I've finished the laundry!" I yelled back down at her. God, so pushy...

Of course, it's not like it was a surprise. This was normal for me. I would cook, clean and work... while my mother sat on her lazy ass and 'direct' me.

I hear her stomping up the stairs. Ah, hell...

"Don't you DARE talk back to me!" She screamed, trying to get in my face, but failing miserably, due to the fact I was considerably taller then her.

"Or what?" I replied, trying best not to lash out at her, the way she did at me.

She was always calling me out on my flaws, such as my clumsiness, my plain looks, my average body shape. Everything was my fault since my dad died. I know it's usually the other way round, the dad hating the kid when the mother dies, but... eh. What can I say.

It was after she slapped me that I stormed out, fuming.

End of flashback

I stumbled through the woods, trying to walk the anger out, taking random turns here and there. It was starting to get dark, but I didn't care. The only thing my mother would worry about is who's going to make dinner.

I didn't stop 'til I tripped over a tree root, sending me sprawling to the forest floor. That was like a splash of cold water, brining me out of my musing.

I looked up to find what seemed to be a large village, but it had a stark contrast to forks, where I lived. Unlike Forks, everything seemed to be in it's place for a reason, every detail perfect, even the small cracks in the small fountain in what seemed to be the town center looked like they had a purpose.

However perfect it was though, something told me not to enter the village, to turn around and run straight home, where I'd be safe. But I pushed my seemingly paranoid thoughts aside, and thought practically. It was getting near pitch black, and if I tried to walk home, I'd be lost for sure, with my crappy sense of direction.

I stumbled forward, my energy draining out of me and leaving me exhausted. As it was, in fact, almost midnight, everyone was in their homes, probably sleeping.

I went to knock on the door of the first house on my left, when a wave of nausea hit me.

Don't do it, Bella!

It faded after a moment, though, and I decided it was better to test my chances her then it was to walk through the dark woods alone.

I knocked on the door, waiting to see if anyone would get out of their cozy beds to answer the door. Even if they did, I doubt they would do anything for me. But it was still better than nothing.

Looking back, I REALLY wish that I hadn't knocked on that door.

It was the descision that sealed my fate.