All characters are Stephenie Meyers. I don't own them I wish I did ;o)

Well this is my new story. I had a little bit of writer's block the other day so I started writing this story. This takes place after Edward leaves but before she snaps out of her zombie mode. It's called Christmas Wish. Will Bella get her Christmas Wish? Read on….

~munchkin1978



Christmas Wish

Chapter 1

Charlie tried to ship me to Florida. I wouldn't go. I wouldn't leave. I wouldn't leave Forks. I couldn't. I had to be here when he returned. He had to come back for me. He had to. I couldn't survive without him.

I sat up in the bed. I felt the cool breeze run across my skin as if he was here. As if he was caressing my arms, my cheek, my hair. I looked at my window and watched the tree blow outside. Then it started to snow. The ultimate cold. Snow. I could have buried my self in the snow. If it got me back to him right away. I knew somewhere in my sub-conscience that it would never work. I had to become one of them. I had to have the venom.

Every night I left the window open. Just in case the off chance that he would come back to see me. To tell me he loved me still. To tell me he returned for me. I got up and watched the snow fall. The flakes were to perfect. Crystal white and pale. They were pale. They were perfect. He was perfect. I closed the window and cried again.

I cried most nights now. I had constant night mares. I always woke up crying. The further away from September the worse it got as I frequently heard Charlie tell the doctors he hauled me too. There was nothing wrong with me. I knew that but apparently he didn't.

It was the end of November. I hadn't even been in Forks for more than 10 months. Not even a year and I was…. Well I wasn't entirely with it as some people called it. I went to school, did the work, came home and sat on my bed. I didn't go out. I didn't read. I didn't listen to music. Everything reminded me of him. School reminded me of him. Science class reminded me of him. My scar reminded me of him.

My scar.

The pale half moon shape on my hand. The reminder that James left. The reminder I was playing with immortals. The reason that Edward and his brothers destroyed him. It was cold to the touch. It was never warm. It was like them. Cold, immortal.

I wanted to be like them. Alice had seen it. She had seen me as a vampire. She had told me so. I crawled back to my bed and held my hand. I felt closer to him, to Alice and everyone when I felt that little bit of cold. I needed that little bit of sanity.

Everyday felt like months had passed. I barely ate. I barely worked anymore. I just wanted to be alone. Alone with my thoughts, alone with my memories. When I closed my eyes it was him I always saw.

"Bella."

"Yes sir." I said answering right away.

"You didn't write a Christmas Wish for the jar. It is a tradition here at Forks High."

"Oh." I wasn't really paying much attention again.

The teacher handed me a blank slip of paper and waited for me to start writing. I wrote 'Bella's Wish' on the top and stopped. I had lots of things to be thankful for this holiday, but there was only one wish. One simple wish. My miracle wish.

Edward.

I wanted Edward. I wanted my forever back. I wanted him. My mind raced. My emotions were resurfacing. No I was not going to do this here. I didn't want to be upset here. I was not going to show the school that I was still hurting. No I told myself pushing my thoughts to the side as I folded the paper and handed it back. I hadn't realized that I had written his name down. I needed to breathe. I needed to have fresh air. I bolted from the room as I heard the bell. Similar to what he had done the first time I had seen him in the classroom. I dropped my paper off as I went. I was acting like a mad woman. I stepped out side and exhaled. Air, fresh air.

I watched the other students come out of the rooms and start to head outside. It was snowing again. The usual rainy Forks had turned into snowy Forks. I started to head inside as the snowball fight brewed. I had just turned when I saw him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him. I looked away, then back again. What ever was there was gone. I headed to my truck instead and headed for home.

I pulled into the driveway a few minutes later and got out stepping gingerly onto the pavement. I was still quite clumsy. Even in my own little world. I closed the door with my back pack in one hand and my other gripping the truck for support in case it was icy.

"Let me take that for you." The musical angelic voice said. He took the bag and I turned around to see the face.

Edward.

He was standing in the front of me with not a hair out of place. A small grin on his face as I let go of the bag. I looked at him and was about to step forward when all I saw was black.

It seemed like hours or days had passed when I woke. I was in my room with my back pack on the chair. A place I always put it. I shot up like a rocket. Could that have really happened? Was I dreaming? Was he…. Was he really standing in front of me? I looked around my room. Everything was the same. The window wasn't open. The books sat untouched on the shelf. Everything was the same.

I laid back into my pillows and closed my eyes. I was dreaming. I was dreaming he was in front of me. I must have passed out sleeping and had a dream. That was the only explanation. I didn't dare open my eyes quite yet. I needed to see that smile, the perfect hair, the angelic face. I needed to see it once more before it went into the vault of crazy dreams.

I played the moment in my head again. Then over and over again. I growled at myself to get up and go down stairs. I couldn't bring myself to get up yet though. Something was stopping me. Something was telling me to stay right here and wait. Wait for what? I asked myself. I sat up again and started to get out of bed. I turned around looking at everything in sight. Everything that may confuse me was still the same as I had left it.

I slowly turned to the window as I stood up. It was still closed but he was standing there, still as a statue watching me. Watching me with curiosity.

"Bella?" the male voice said. My dream was talking to me now. He was saying my name. I needed to wake up. I needed…. "Bella." The man who looked and sounded like Edward said again.

I shook my head, blinked a few times shut my eyes and re-opened them. Then looked straight at him. He moved signaling me that he was real. But in my dreams he moves too. He came towards me and I gasped. He held out his hand and I felt the icy cold before he touched me. My god I thought before I saw grey then everything faded to black.


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~munchkin1978~