I've wanted to write a story like this for a while now. And since no one has, I decided I would! I hope you all like it! And reviews, if you want me continue! Thanks.
Okay, okay, this is kind of before the middle of New Moon. So Bella never befriended Jacob, never heard voices, and never came out of the zombie stage.
And I'm sorry if this chapter seems uneventful, I had to put this here, to show how Bella really felt. Bu keep in mind that this is just the prologue.
Disclaimer: If I owned it. I wouldn't be writing my little bursts of inspiration on FANFIC? No, so I don't own it. (Obviously)
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BPOV:
I drove my truck home from school; I decided to go to the store. We didn't have nearly enough fish. And I needed more milk. I sighed, and did a u-turn and headed for the store.
Shopping was uneventful. I got everything I- I mean, we needed, and headed home. When I got home, Charlie wasn't there yet. I unlocked the door and turned on the light. There was something strange about the house, I couldn't quite nail it. There wasn't a sound, except for my now ragged breathing, and footsteps. But I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, warning me, that something wasn't right.
It almost felt like someone or something was watching me…
I carried the bags into the kitchen and started putting stuff away as fast as I could. There was still stuff in the truck, which I had to get. I sighed. How did my life become like this? I was so… lifeless.
Everything around me was dull to look at, no beauty one so ever. All the beauty had been replaced, or taken away, by him. The edges of the hole started to burn. I stopped unloaded food with one hand and wrapped it around my waist.
I knew why my used to be friends avoided me. It was obvious. And if I'd had the chance, I would probably avoid me too. But they didn't understand. And most likely never will…
A floorboard creaking interrupted where my thoughts had taken me. I whipped my head around, to see what made the noise. There was nothing there. Strange… I thought. I was just paranoid, I guess.
Once I had put all the food away, I went out to my truck to get the other bags. I grabbed the bags, and locked the truck. I still couldn't shake the feeling in the pit of my stomach
I headed back inside, I put the all the food away.
All of a sudden I got this feeling that made my spine tingle, there was something behind me. And the floorboard creaked again. I held perfectly still. Frozen in place, 'It's just a mouse, or it's the wind shaking the house.' I thought to myself. I still checked behind me, just to be sure…
I started to make dinner for Charlie and me. I was making some type of pasta dish. I didn't really know, I had just asked Charlie to go through a cookbook my Mother had left with him. I could understand why.
I knelt down so I could get out a pot to boil water. I ended knocking every pot we owned out onto me. "Ouch!" I yelled when one crushed my finger.
I started putting pots away. When I was finished, I filled the pot with water, and started the stove. The flames started. I sat down to take a break. But I ended up just getting antsy. It was to hard just to sit, the memories came flooding back, whenever I did.
I wished I had some music, maybe the house wouldn't be so eerie if I did. But I broke all my music cds when he left. I sighed, and got up, to start on the sauce. I got the cookbook out, so I could get the ingredients out. It seemed the dish Charlie had picked out was some type of fettuccini. So I needed milk, thankfully I got some today.
The recipe included basil, and thyme, among other things. When I had all things out, I put the cookbook away. And I started cutting up pieces of food. It was easy to cut; I didn't need to think to keep myself busy, which would have made the floodgate of memories come back. But instead I had to focus on not accidentally cutting off a finger, or worse.
While I was cutting, the water started boiling, I quickly added the noodles, and went back to cutting. When I was halfway through, I checked the clock; it was near three forty-five. Charlie would be home around four thirty, which was good because after the noodles where done cooking and I had added the sauce, they had to be refrigerated, because it was a cold dish.
I could have sworn I had heard a footstep. I turned around; something darted around the open doorframe. I followed it, I knew what I was doing was stupid, but I just couldn't help myself. I kept following it into the living room. I saw a foot; it was headed up the stairs.
That was a dumb move; there was no way out (except the windows) from up there. But what was eerie, was that, there was no foot steps. I couldn't hear anything. I was starting to get really scared. And yet I kept following it.
I started up the stairs, my footsteps making a loud racket, unlike the stranger's. When I got to the top of the landing, there was no one there. All the doors where closed, and I hadn't heard one open, though.
I was starting to get really frustrated. I knew that thing wasn't my imagination! It was real. So instead of following it, I tried a different approach; I tried calling to it.
"… Hello…?" I whispered.
No answer.
"Hello…?" I tried again louder.
There was still no answer.
"Hello?!" I yelled.
I sighed, and turned around to walk back into the kitchen.
Maybe I was insane...
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Well, should I continue? And do you know who that is? Huh? Reviews would be greatly appreciated! And of course they're welcome.
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