Letters to You
Disclaimer: I, Allison, wish I owned the wonderful series of Twilight, but that will never be. For it is owned, and will forever be owned by the wonderful Stephenie Meyers, who I wish to meet one day.
Warnings: Extremely small mentions of religion, Stereotypical emos, Swearing, Oc's, OCC-ness, others.
Chapter One
Unspoken Lost
-- Her POV --
Dear You,
I stopped writing your name in these useless letters a long time ago, seeing no point in writing the name of the man who will never get these oh-so dramtic letters. I don't even know why I'm explaining myself. I'm giggling(Mentally) at how stupid I am. If you never left, you would have scolded me for saying that.
Anyway, today marks the one-hundredth year anniversary of loneliness.
The day I was made an immortal human.
I don't need to explain how I became what I am, so I won't. I've written it multiple times, it's probably annoying the shit out of you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I ever moved to Forks, Washington. I'm sorry that my blood attracted you to me. I'm sorry that I was never good enough for you, though you said it was the other way around. I'm sorry for wanting to go beyond your wishes, to become one of the damned. I got half my wish.
I'll never age, and I'll never die of natural causes.
I never expected to die of natural causes anyway, knowing me I'd get run over by a train;
Or bitten by a vampire, drained of my blood and left in an ally-way for someone to find my shell of a body.
I miss you so much, and one thing I would never be sorry for;
Loving you.
Anywa--
"Miss Isabella, please, stop writing and pay attention to the rest of the movie." My science teacher scowled at me with her beady, black eyes. I sighed, nodding my head and gently folded my letter up, placing it in the pocket of my binder. It might have been one-hundred years into the future, but backpacks and binders still exist, sadly.
At least we use computers and laptops most of the time.
Being immortal, sort of sucks. I mean, I'll be eighteen for the rest of my life, for Christ's sake. I wouldn't have had a problem with this all those years ago, now, I had nothing to live for. So, I wish I could drop dead and be buried in a ditch, where I belong.
Then, I felt my neighbor slap me in the back of the head, and I glared at her with my plain, brown eyes. I didn't get anymore beautiful when I was cursed, so that was a huge negative to my list of wonders.
Rebecca Lynn Swan, my cousin who was a vampire at seventeen. Just like him. We looked a lot alike, except she was a mythical creature of god-like beauty, while I was just an average girl who would never die.
Now, wasn't that just peachy?
Somehow, Rebecca always knew what I was thinking, even If she didn't read minds. I shuddered at that, remembering him. I pulled lightly on the black tie around my neck. It was uncomfortable. I hated going to a school where you had to wear uniforms. A catholic school, no less. I gave up religion long ago, so I guess you could call me agnostic, or whatever. I don't give a fuck.
I flinched, as Rebecca kicked me under the table. Damn! Vampires hurt like hell, man. I tucked my hair behind my ear, as the movie came to a stop, and the lights automatically came back on. I winced, the burning of the lights on my eyes hurt.
"Students, your homework for tonight is to write an essay on the subject from the movie. It's due on Friday." Just as she finished speaking, the annoying, shrieking bell rung through-out the entire school, which probably made some of the freshman cry. Pfft, I can't remember the last time I cried. I still can, I just.. Can't.
"Come on, Bells, it's lunch time." Rebecca said with a soft smile, knowing that wonderful smile was just for me. I nodded, not returning her generous smile with one of my own. I can't remember the last time I smiled. It was such a long time ago..
I took her hand, and she pulled me up with no problem. I smoothed out my too-short-for-comfort skirt, pulling it down slightly so it covered more of my legs. Oh well, I wore thigh-highs, so you really couldn't see much of my paleness anyway. I wore the long sleeved version of our school uniform. The girls were to wear short black skirts with either stockings, thigh-highs or ankle socks. Our shirts, short sleeved or long sleeved were red, with black ties that had red crosses on the end. A matching cross was stitched into our skirts as well.
I wore one accessory, and that was the bracelet I received from my best friend, more than one-hundred years ago. It had two charms. One from Jacob Black, my best friend who happened to be a werewolf, and his charm, which before hand, belonged to his deceased mother.
Coming back from my thoughts, I grabbed my red messenger bag and slung it over my shoulder, letting it rest on my side, as my cousin and I exited the quiet room.
"So, what do you think on our homework assignment, Bells? Killer, right?" I knew what she was doing, and we both knew that it was useless.
Have I mentioned I haven't spoken one word, since he left me?
Docters say it's a mental condition, that I would never speak again unless I confronted my problem head on.
Pssh, like that will ever happen.
To answer my cousin, I simply shrugged my shoulders. I didn't care anymore. I'd gone over this subject so many times, it wasn't funny anymore, not like it was funny to begin with. I stared ahead, not really seeing where I was going. I heard whispers as I passed the students at their lockers.
"Did you hear?! New students today! Three girls, and three boys!"
"I know! and they're all gorgeous, like, total model behavior!"
"It's so bad, they're all together though. Even If they're all adopted." I stopped in my tracks at that last comment, my eyes wide and unseeing. Rebecca was calm, as she started literally dragging me to the girl's bathroom. She knew I was going to freeze, and more than likely pass out. Once she made sure no one was in the bathroom, she smacked me, hard, on my right cheek, causing my head to quickly snap to the side, my eyes snapping shut from the pain.
"I'm sorry, Bella. You know how you get." I nodded, rubbing my sore cheer. Rebecca would say I ran into the wall, or that I tripped or something. I am a klutz, after all.
"Let's get to lunch, don't let any of those comments get to you. 'Kay, Bells?" Rebecca smiled brightly, showing off her perfect teeth to me. No vampire dazzled me anymore, even If they tried. She took my hand and we exited the bathroom, heading to the cafeteria that was a few minutes away.
Wanting to start a conversation, Rebecca turned to me as we made our way to lunch. "You wanna sit outside today, Bella?" She asked me kindly, and I nodded nervously. I had nothing to be nervous about though, because as long as Rebecca was here, she and her coven, or family, as they really were, they wouldn't have to worry about exposing themselves.
To explain, Rebecca can control the weather, most of the time she made the weather cloudy, but was kind enough to make it bright and sunny when a school trip was coming up. We lived in a small town on the outskirts of New york City, and the city was fighting over the new name. I didn't care though, politics annoyed me and gave me a major headache.
I could hear the soft mummers of small cliques here and there, not really caring. I got in line myself, as did Rebecca. A shy freshman girl was ahead, slowly stealing glances at me and my cousin. She probably heard of "The Mute Girl and her Amazingly Beautiful Cousin." Sometimes, I really wanted to punch someone's lights out for starting bullshit rumors about me and my vampire family.
When I walked out of line with barely any food on my plate, with Rebecca trailing behind me, we started making our way to the double doors, leading to the benches outside. I could see the cloudy sky through the large, glass windows. As always. Since I wasn't really paying attention, I never noticed that my boot laces came undone, and I tripped over my own two feet. I started falling forward, not afraid though.
After a few moments before my fall, pale, marble arms were secured around my waist, my tray still in my hands. Nothing titled out of place. I looked up shyly into caring, topaz eyes. The vampire smirked, but not in a rude way. No, he could never be cruel to me.
"Oh, thanks, Justin. For a minute, I really thought she was going to fall. My hands are full and all." Rebecca muttered, actually worried. She cared so much for me, as did the rest of my family. I was just a burdan after all. They kept telling me I wasn't, even If I didn't tell them myself.
Justin stood me up, steadying me so I wouldn't fall. His thin black hair was short, ending below the bass of his neck. Most of his bangs took residence in front of his left eye, giving him an "Emo" look. He was far from it though. He wore the male's uniform. Black jeans instead of slacks, a blood-red button up shirt with a black tie and cross on the tip. His favorite hoodie was wrapped around his waist, and his many accessories made him stand out in a crowd. He stood out anyway, 'cause he was extremely beautiful, like any vampire was.
"No problem. It's like our daily ritual, right, Bells?" He asked with a chuckle, as I nodded my head in reply. He smile faltered, thinking I was going to smile. I made them worry so much. I was never going to smile, laugh or even speak again, so I always asked myself why they tried.
It was all his fault I ended up this way, but I didn't blame him. I blame myself for being so stupid.
"Let's just go outside and eat lunch, okay?" Rebecca stated, unusually tense for some reason or another. I nodded, and the three of us headed outside to our favorite bench, under the large cherry trees. Pretty cliche, I know, but it was pretty when they bloomed.
When we sat down, Justin looked around, his browns furrowed together in confusion.
"Hey Bells," He started, as I looked up from my bottled water, about to take a sip of the refreshing liquid. "Where's your sketch pad?"
..WHAT?
I stood up quickly, as I started rummaging through my bag. Shit! I must have dropped it somewhere!
Oh fuck..
I made hands signs, telling them I was going to go find it. They nodded, as I raced back inside. Everyone kept talking, but I knew their eyes were on me as I ran out the double doors and into the hall, making sure to look high and low for my sketch book. I wrote some of my deepest letters in it, along with some sketches and drawings of him.
Not paying attention in my panic, I ran straight into a tall, hard body, and I thought I was going to rebound and hit the floor, but I didn't. Arms were clutched around my waist, as I blushed furiously. It wasn't one of my family members, because this person wasn't in uniform. So, who..?
"Bella..? H-how can you be alive?!" I looked up, my brown eyes wide with complete shock.
All my lips could do was mouth "..No way..."
End Chapter One