I wrote this before Braking Dawn the book came out and now I found it so here's the prologue.
Endless Night
Prologue: Sleepless Light
I'd never given much thought as to how I would die. My name once was Isabella Rodriguez. I lived in Chicago, Illinois. My date of birth if one might ask was September 13, 1902. I really don't remember much of anything from all the way back then, the one thing I truly remember is a little boy that came from that same town. His hair was an outstanding bronze color that sometimes when the sun shine down on it looked almost like it was gold. He had green eyes that could put any emerald in the world to shame. The last thing I remembered about this boy was his name Edward. Edward Masen.
I had left Chicago in August of 1918. I don't know what became of that young boy after that. I had moved to Rochester, New York. Not even a day latter news came that the Spanish Influenza that lay waste to the place that had once been home. On September 25 of that year was when my life went on a crazy journey that I now have to take.
I met this lady. From the looks of her she must have been a fortune teller. As I was going to pass her she stopped me. The words that came out of her mouth next made me who I am now.
" You young one. Will not age from this day. But you will be human like everyone around you. You will be like this till the day you meet a man. He is your soul mate and only he can help you." She whispered to me. Then just like that she was gone.
And so was I.
I woke up in Columbus, Ohio with the year being 1948. To me that was a shock to my world. I had learned about all that had happen while I was asleep? No gone? Maybe but while I was away.
I kept moving around after I woke up. I thought people would notice and would be… afraid. I know it's not normal. To be 16 for over 30 years. And I didn't want to be feared or hated.
One of my first real homes was Biloxi, Mississippi. But that didn't last long in this time kids that had no parents were given to people to take care of them and that's what happened next in my life.
" Oh you're going to love Charlie Bella." Renée Dwyer my adopted mom told me.
She adopted me in 2008 thinking I was 16 going on 17. I had lived with her and her new husband Phil Dwyer in Phoenix, Arizona.
Now I was headed to Forks, Washington. It was in the Olympic Peninsula of north west part of the state. It a small town not known by many and it exists under a near-constant flow of clouds and rain. It was a bit gloomy but it felt comfortable to me at least. "Bella," Renée said to me in a voice that seamed sad while I was still on the phone with her. " You don't have to do this."
"I want to go." I said firmly. I wanted to try and have a new life. This time as Isabella Swan.
"You're exactly like Charlie. Once you make up your mind, there is no reasoning with you. Of course, exactly like Charlie, you stick by your decisions, too." Renée said her voice turning cheerful as she talked on.
"Tell Charlie I said hi."
"I will"
"I hope to see you even after this Bella. Ok."
"Don't worry about me. I'll make sure to see you as soon as it's possible. Bye." I urged on through the phone.
"Bye Bella."
Click
"When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end."
Those wore words me real mother use to tell me. I thought I would never get them but this endless life seems to be giving me knowledge that I never could have thought possible.