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"Bella, come on!"
"Coming!"
I turned off the DVD player, taking out the CD I had recorded with my own compositions. My mom was waiting for me, along with my father, and my mother's godson, as well as his family.
Hello. I'm Isabella Maria Swan, I'm 16 years old, live in Forks, Washington, with my father Charlie, my mother Renee and my bro… Sorry, I wasn't paying attention and was about to say nonsense stuff.
We live in a house near La Push, the Quileute Reservation, though it is still in Forks. It is located near the forest where I usually hike, always with my iPod on, of course. I am completely into music and books. I even compose songs myself.
I entered my dad's car. Right behind us were Joseph Louis, my mother's godfather, Sandra, his wife, Louis Phillip, their older son, and Jack, the youngest. We were going to the coffee shop in First Beach, in the Res, and giving a walk around. We were also planning in stopping for a bit in the sand, trying the water with our feet and stuff like that. Jack would love it. He loved water.
We walked slowly across the beach. I saw my friends, Jacob, Quil and Embry, Quileute kids, walking nearby and stopped to talk to them.
"Io, Belly-Welly! Haven't seen you in a bit!", Jake said.
"Hey there Jake! What's up?", I asked.
"Just giving a walk around the place. You?", asked Quil.
"Ugh, I'm with my parents and my mom's godson and his family.", I replied.
"Why did you say 'ugh'? Don't you like them?", asked Embry.
"It's not that. It's just that I never met them before and they just appear like this, complete strangers, in my house. You know I don't feel comfortable around strangers. And the guy, Joseph Louis, is always swearing, and has such an ego! And the older kid, Louis Phillip, is always messing around, touching HIS toys and sleeping in HIS room. I don't know how my parents allowed it. And the youngest kid, he's really cute, but all he does is cry and scream. It's really getting on my nerves." I said this really quickly, seeing as I wanted to lift this weight out of my shoulders.
"Wow, that's a lot to take in, no? I can't believe your parent's let that fat, probably lazy kid mess around with HIS stuff. What about the woman, Joseph Louis wife? God, their names are weird!", said Jake.
"I know, how could the come up with those names I don't now. But well, she's Sandra and she's nice I suppose.", I answered.
"BELLA! COME ON!", Joseph Louis screamed.
"Well, gotta go before he starts swearing. Bye guys!". I hugged them all and ran to catch the others.
"So, Bella, were those your boyfriends?". Ugh, hear comes Mister-Big-Ego-I-Can-Intrude-In-Other-People's-Life. And to top it all I had to laugh at his lame joke to be polite! God, I'm so happy they're leaving today.
"No, just my friends here from the Res."
They were all bare footed already. My mom was with Sandra and Jack in the water, playing with the screaming kid. Louis Phillip was running around looking for shells. My dad was laying on the sand on his back. And the annoying guy was standing right behind me.
I took off my shoes and socks and said told my dad I was going to the rocks. I loved to climb them up and sit watching the sea, though I didn't like to touch the water. When it was sunny enough to swim in the sea and we came to the beach, I never entered the water, never since HE had the accident. I just climb the rocks and sit watching the unbelievable force of nature ocean was.
"Okay, but be careful not to slip."
"Sure thing, dad."
"I'm coming too. I want to catch some crabs.". Ugh!! Why did this guy have to be so… so… damn annoying?
I started to walk calmly to the rocks. The sea was coming up, so within six hours it would go back down again. Careful not to slip and break my neck, I started to climb the rocks, quickly and gracefully (climbing rocks was the only time when I was graceful – to the rest of the stuff, like walking, I was a disaster), leaving the fat man behind with his childish and cruel occupation of catching crabs. I stopped in the middle of the way to make my chocolate brown hair, the same color of my eyes, a messy bun, leaving some strands down.
Walking around in the rocks I found an amazing spot. The water was starting to cover it, but it would be dry in six hours. I made the math. If it was 3 pm, by 9pm I could come back. It was all decided in my mind.
This spot was hidden from everyone who watched the sea from the beach. It was also out of the windy places and the water would only come up at times like this. There wasn't a good place for crabs and animals like that. But it was big enough for five people in the maximum.
I sat there, holding my knees to my chest, sighing. The wind was messing with my lost strands of hair. I looked at the sea, a tear escaping my eyes, thinking about the day when THAT happened. Then I started to hum a new song which was coming to my mind, a sweet and sad song that reminded me of HIM. It was sort of a lullaby. The kind of lullaby HE would like me to sing to him to sleep.
Worried about the time, I cleaned my face with the back of my hand and climbed back up to meet the others. I didn't want them to come look for me, because I wanted this place to myself. I especially didn't want Joseph Louis here. Besides, the water was almost touching my feet.
I found him kneeling down in a rock, trying to grab hold of a crab, with the line of his ass showing off to the angels in the sky. I muttered in disgust and he looked up at me, a huge, stupid smile on his face and a crab in each hand.
"Look what I got Bella!", he started to walk in my direction, shaking the poor, scary though, animals in front of my face. "Uuuuhhh!"
"Ugh, yeah, could you please not do that? I don't really like crabs. Actually, you should set them free. It's cruel to manipulate them like that. And we have to go back."
"Okay, mom!"
I turned my back to him and started to walk away, him following soon after.
"Goodbye! It was a great pleasure to have you guys here.", my father said, smiling.
"Call us anytime you need a break. Our house is open to you.", mom said.
"Thank you. We'll take you up on that offer.", hinted Joseph Louis.
"Goodbye, thank you.", I said, with a fake smile.
Sandra kissed my cheek and buckled up a screaming Jack in the car, while Louis Phillip kindly bit my hand. They finally left, and I sighed in relief.
"I didn't like your attitude. You were very rude to them.", my mother said sternly, as a group of fancy cars and moving trucks pulled up in the house next to ours and people started to get out of the car and moving their stuff in.
"Well, yeah, I don't have much patience for people like them. Sandra was the only one you could actually enjoy among them. And I can't believe that annoying, stupid, wretched boy touched HIS stuff and slept in HIS room! What could possibly have cross your mind? Dad, I thought you missed HIM as much as I do! How could you allow it? And the fucking kid bit me right now! And your godson was stalking me! God… I… I… Ugh!", I screamed, completely angry and fuming everywhere. The family moving in next to us was looking incredulously at my little show. I quickly took notice of two adults, a man and a woman, two girls and three boys, all around my age. However, from among them all, I only really acknowledged one of them. A bronze haired boy, who looked like the youngest of the three, with piercing green eyes staring into mine.
"Don't you talk like that missy! And where did you want me to put the boy? Sleeping in the floor, or in the couch? He needed a bed to sleep, for God's sake!", my mother replied.
"Yeah, but that's just because he's from your side of the family, and you godson's son. If it were one of my cousins, you wouldn't have a problem with making them sleep on the floor. So shut the hell up! They're not worth the effort!"
I ran inside and closed the door. I stumbled for times running up the stairs and entered the second door on the right. HIS room. I sat there crying, hugging HIS teddy bears and dinosaurs, cradling myself in despair. My eyelids started to get heavy, and I soon fell asleep.
Everything was dark, only blackness. I looked around, panicked, trying to orientate myself.
"Bella!" I heard HIS voice call. "Help me!"
"Where are you?"
"Here! Can't you see me?"
"No! Tell me! Where are you?"
"Bella! Bella! Help me! I need you! I'm afraid!"
"Wait! Don't go! I'll find you! Please! Give me some time!" Throughout the whole conversation I had been trying to localize HIM, walking in circles with my hands tasting the space in front of me, looking for something solid to lean on for help with my mission.
"BELLA!!!!"
I woke up screaming and trembling, tossing around in HIS room's floor. Tears were streaming my face. I sat up and took deep breaths. My parents hadn't come trying to understand what was wrong. They were already used to this nightmare coming every single night since THAT happened.
I got up and went to my room. It's walls were white and the furniture was brown and dark blue. Two walls were filled with bookshelves, and those were filled with books. A wall was painted with motives I had chosen and painted right before HIS accident. My guitar was by my bed. I had been playing in the morning. Having a sound proof room was really cool sometimes.
I dressed my jacket and picked the instrument up, starting the long walk to the place in the rocks I had found. I didn't have to warn my parents. They already knew about these late hikes. It was already 8.30 pm, which meant I would get there around 9 pm. And this meant the water would be down. Perfect.
I sat in my spot, staring at the dark water once again, keeping my feet carefully out of the water. The song I had been singing before came to my mind, and I started playing a tune, inserting the lyrics ahead. I ended it up with a soft note.
"Hey there", a voice said.
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So, this is my first time in fanfiction. I only used to read. XD. So, R & R, and tell me if you want me to continue this story.
Sorry about the mistakes in the spelling, or punctuation, or grammar or something, but I'm trying really hard. If you want me to continue this, let me tell you beforehand that I won't be able to update very frequently, seeing as I have to come up with the ideas, write them in Portuguese (I'm from Portugal) and translate them to English. Sorry about that.
So, hope you liked it.