An Involuntary New Life

Chapter One: losing an old life

A/N: ok here goes, idea came to me and I had to try it out, uses Stepheine Meyer's incredible story, I salute and thank you, first Twilight fan fic

I stared up at the ceiling, blinking rabidly. I looked around my horrible cluttered room

I couldn't remember how I got here. I felt funny, like I'd just woken from a deep sleep.

No, that didn't fit how I felt. It didn't feel like I had been asleep and just woke up, rather like I had been in a coma like daze and just returned to consciousness. I could remember lying here, only half aware of anything, for a while, starring at my ceiling unseeing. But I couldn't remember how I got to my room of the half conscious state.

I sat up slowly. My body felt strange and my room looked different. Everything looked brighter, more defined. I panicked briefly, thinking I wasn't in my own room. But there was the TV, the stack of unpacked boxes in the corner from the summer move, and the pile of books next to my bed, ends tattered, waiting to be re-read again, all clear indicators that this was in fact my room.

My mother's voice came from the hallway, louder than normal, "Olivia it's time for you to get up, you have to get ready for school."

School?! What?! Last thing I remembered I was going to my friend Donna's house. Her parents were out of town and she was supposed to have a party under the cover of a 'sleepover'. I vaguely remember being at the party, seeing old friends, from my old school, people I missed dearly.

But that was Friday.

What had happened during the rest of the weekend? How was it suddenly Monday again? What had I possibly gotten into at Donna's party?

A lot of people from my old school drank and did drugs, but I never did any of it. Even if I did there was no way it could erase this much of my memory.

Could it?

A fresh wave of panic washed through me and I wanted to cry in desperate fear, but the tears would not come.

I heard my mother's footsteps coming closer. I quickly jumped up and changed into my clothes for the day; very tattered jeans, leggings underneath because of the cold and the holes in said jeans, a t-shirt from Old Navy, over a tank top.

I grabbed my pearl necklace off the bedside table and stuffed them in my pocket, picked up my notebook and math book, full of uncompleted homework, and unhooked my phone from its charger.

I looked around scanning for anything else I would need today, nothing. I stepped nimbly around the piles of stuff on my floor, and out into the hallway pulling the door closed behind me with my free hand.

I went to the living room and dumped my things on the couch next to my school bag. I fast walked to the bathroom. On my way I noticed the kitchen was empty, my mother had gone back to her room.

I brushed my teeth in quietly, starring at myself in the mirror. My skin was so pale, god I needed sunlight. My normally gray blue eyes looked darker, almost black.

I shook my head. I was being paranoid, foolish.

I went back to the living room, plopping down next to my school stuff. I shoved the books into the bag, muted my phone and placed it in my purse and sat my purse on top of my school bag. I stood up and walked around to the sitting room. There were two large armchairs sitting side by side, one was piled high with a load of clean white laundry, the other had my jacket draped across the arm. I grabbed my black hoodie and pulled it over my head. I took two socks from the laundry pile. They didn't match, I didn't care. I grabbed my brown converses from the floor. I went back to the living room and sat on the couch next to my bag. I pulled on my socks and shoes and pulled my hair up into a loose scrambled bun.

I never really worried about my appearance to much anymore, ever since we moved. There's just no one at my new school who really seems worth the effort.

I relaxed into the couch and let my mind wander while I waited for my step-brother to come upstairs.

The first place my mind went was Donna's party and the possibilities of that night. I quickly pushed the ideas away not ready to confront them yet. I forced myself to think of other things, like the recent changes in my life.

My mother and I had moved in with her fiancé during the summer. They were married in august. The new town was not really new. I had lived around here my whole life. I had moved a lot but it was always in Middle Georgia, centered around good old Macon. I hadn't really lived in Macon since I was too young to remember. My grandparents, mother's parents, lived in Macon though. Now here I was stuck in Macon. I missed my old town, my old school.

My step-brother's stomping up the stairs brought me out of my reflection. My step-brother, William, lived downstairs in the basement. He stalked out of his bedroom door slamming it behind him and walked straight out the front door. I grabbed my bag and followed quickly behind him, closing the door behind me.

William walked quickly and quietly. His iPod headphones were stuck in his ears, I could here the screamer music from here. This was nothing new, William and I got along fine most of the time but we were no where near best friends. William was exactly one week older than me and one grade lower. His dad held him back in first grade.

I walked behind him to the bus stop. It was just up the street, just one small turn from the house. I'm skittish person by nature, always a little paranoid a little over imaginative. So the feeling of being watched, I decided was my own imagination getting to me.

In the distance a dog howled and several others barked in reply. A horrible burning smell hit my nose and I gasped. I quickly covered my nose and mouth with my sleeve. I'd never in my life smelt something so disgusting.

William was almost to the bus stop now; I was not far behind him.

I heard rustling in the trees and turned out of instinct.

There just past the tree line was something huge and furry. It had never seen anything like it. It had the features and build of a dog, but some genetically mutated dog that had been enlarged to five times its normal size. I let out a strangled gasp. I was stunned still, till I heard more rustling. I whipped my head around. There were more of them. I did a quick spin around and counted seven all together. Their claws scratched across the pavement as they surrounded me and the noise grated in my ears. The burning stench was overpowering now.

I wanted so bad to cry, to let my despair and fear come out in a fountain or tears; and hope that these creatures would pity me, but the tears still would not come, my body wouldn't allow them.

So I decided on my next best option and prayed that someone would hear me

I took in a deep ragged breath and let out a high pitched earsplitting scream.

A/N: ok there you go this took forever so the next part will probably take a while, please read and review, tell me what you think, give ideas, suggestions thanks