Remind me of who I am
Ch1
Golden eyes flash across my vision, but it's wrong- all wrong. The face attached to it is not right.
There are others too, others that I don't know, but I am calling to them, begging them all to stop fighting.
They are trying to kill the golden-eyed boy, and even though his face and hair and person are all wrong, I have to save him.
The boy is covered in sweat and his blond hair is mattered to his face and he, unlike the others, doesn't have a scratch on him.
But I know that he is going to die- the boy with the golden eyes.
I sit up in bed, gasping and clutching my pounding heart. My hair sticks grossly to my face.
"Bella?" My head snaps up to meet golden eyes. They are attached to a face that I know every well- a face that I have touched, kissed, dreamed about, loved.
But at the moment, I can't bear to look at it as the other boy's from my dream still flashes through my memory.
My hand comes up to touch the necklace that I wear, have worn, since before I can remember.
It's a stupid trinket, one with a leather cord and six different colored beads and strange things painted on them, but I couldn't stand to take it off.
My favorite was the first one, the one with the large tree.
I don't know why I wear it though; it has no special memory attached to it, no memory of getting it at all. Even Charlie was unsure of where it came from, saying that it seemed to always be around my neck.
"Bella?" The smooth concerned voice says again, and I look to the side of his head, not looking directly at him. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," I say fiddling with my beads. "Just a nightmare."
He strides away from the window from where he was watching me sleep, something that just yesterday made me feel safe, but now my hairs stand on end.
He smoothly tilts my head up, forcing me to look directly in his concerned golden eyes.
I force myself not to flinch.
"I promise that James cannot hurt you anymore; he's dead."
I nod as I clumsily climb to my feet, not bothering to explain that I am not, in fact, afraid of a dead man. Or vamp.
I grab some clothes to change into for my shower.
"What are you doing?" He asks, hovering too close to steady me on my casted leg.
An unusual surge of anger bubbles in my chest and I jerk my arm away from my boyfriend.
"Showering." I say as plainly as possible.
"You should wait for Alice."
"I think I can manage standing in place under a little bit of water." I don't know what's making me say this stuff or feel this way, but something about Edward is irking me right now.
I limp out the door, ignoring the confused vampire behind me.
...
I feel much more normal after my shower, pushing the strange boy out of my mind, and I feel like I can breathe freely again after washing all the sweat off.
A knock comes from downstairs- Edward just on time to pick me up.
I pause picking my bag up from beside my desk as something shiny catches my eye.
It's a delicate silver and black chain looped into a bracket, with two charms dangling from little clasps.
I'm sure I've never seen it before, but it's so familiar that I know it's mine.
An itch has me snatching it up and attaching it to my wrist. The chain doesn't feel delicate, but unbreakable.
"Bella, your boyfriend is here!" Charlie calls as he walks out the door to his cruiser.
I hurry downstairs and smile as I see Edward. He seems relieved that I'm not still in a mood, and he escorts me to his Volvo.
"I like your bracket, where'd you get it?" He asks as he pulls out of the driveway at an unbelievable speed.
"My dad gave it to me." I lie a little too easily.
He nods.
School whizzes by, as normal with the Cullens, with no strange occurrence until Biology were I accidentally fall asleep.
I'm running, my feet barefoot having lost my shoes a state back. Tears well up in my eyes but I push them away, not because I don't like crying, but because they blur my vision and make me step on broken glass.
I don't want to step on broken glass again; my feet are still bleeding from before.
I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here, I chant repeatedly.
Why did that voice tell me to go, to leave that place with all those cool things? I liked it there and I want my brother and sister.
I miss them.
Why did that voice tell me to leave? I want to go back! I don't like those things chasing me; I don't like the monsters!
I trip right then because my tears had made things blurry again and I couldn't see.
The big thing growls scarily at me, and it is so big, towering over me and sending me into shadows.
I like the dark, dark colors, but I don't like this big dark thing.
Daddy, please help me! I scream in my mind, terrified.
Get up, that voice says. Keep running, you're almost there. Help will find you; just keep running.
Sobbing, I flip to my feet just missing the clawed thing trying to scratch me, and continue running the way the voice has been directing me.
I want my sister! I want my brother! I want to go home!
Wait in there, the voice says suddenly and I make a wild dash to a large scary looking building.
The door is heavy and icy cold; the room is dark and stinky with the ceiling caving in.
I duck around the tarps draped over random large things, dodge around the broken glass on the ground. And slump into a corner in the very back.
The door shudders and the monster rams into it.
I clench my eyes shut, rocking back and forth with my hands clamped over my ears.
I want my brother, I want my sister, I want to go home!
I slip into an exhausted unconsciousness.
I jolt awake as a book crashes onto my desk, heart slamming wildly into my throat.
My hand goes to my wrist, for some reason, touching one of the charms.
Mr. Banner frowns down at me, a textbook lying on my desk where he had slammed it.
"Miss Swan, are you alright?"
"Fine," I gasp, my mind reeling from the dream I just had. It felt so real- like I actually lived it, but that's not possible. I have never been to that place in my dream.
"Then perhaps you should get started on your worksheet I handed out?"
I swallow, looking down at the blindingly white paper in front of me, and for just a moment, the words swim off the page and float around my head, but then I blink a few times and I can read again.
"Of course." I say, ignoring Edward's piercing stare.
Mr. Banner nods before moving on across the room.
I suddenly feel very fidgety and tap my fingers silently on my thigh so I look down at my class work.
If a heterozygous male with brown eyes mates with a homozygous blue eyed female, what is the genotype of possible offspring?
Easy. This is an easy lesson.
"Bella." Edward calls softly. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Fine," I reply shortly, focusing on my work.