Hi, my name is Donlisha and I'm a new author on ... i've been a devoted reader for quite some time and I wanted to have a go at actually writing a story. My story is mostly a Bella/Edward pairing however Bella might find herself paired with a special someone ( I''ll leave you to figure out who). Im debating whether or not to add a supernatural feel to it... and in terms of how often i update that will have to depend on how you feel... i could try andupdate once a week but the chapters will be very short in comparison to if you gave me a month for each update. im looking for a Beta so if you are interested please PM and i will reply as soon as possible and last but certainly not least READ, REMINISE and REVIEW ( I'd LOve to Know how you feel so dont hold back)

Chapter 1

Bella's story

New world

I woke up with a start… And just as my head rose it dropped back on the pillow! Then all the events of yesterday came flooding back to me. Parents dead…blood shed … main land… fire… death... walls creeping in I can't breathe, can't breath, can't… breath. Suddenly I realised I wasn't breathing. Inhaling a big gush of air I tried to calm my self down.

It had all happened like so…

"Mama, papa!" I shouted with a huge grin on my face which quickly faded when I saw their faces… They looked like they had seen death of which that was going to be the case in a matter of hours.

Papa, who always stood proud as a lion, now looked like a warrior come from a lost battle. And mama the women who could give a mean switch, as good as any task master, now looked like the slave she was.

It was unlike my parents to behave so vulnerable.

I ran to close the distance between us and as I got closer I saw papa's eyes filled with tears! It was then that I realized something was really wrong because papa never cried he was a man for crying out loud!

"What is wrong mama?"I asked when I had finally reached them, but mama did not reply instead she just sniffled. So I turned to papa.

"What is wrong papa?" There was nothing from him either.

"What is wrong?" I persisted.

By now we had reached the house and no one had had the guts to answer me…

"Could someone be so kind as to answer me?"

My papa cleared his throat before he began.

"Honey, you know we love you, right?"

This was an awkward way to begin a conversation with my papa because to start with papa was not one you could talk to about sensitivity and feelings.

"Even if you didn't know hon.' we want you to know that we…we… we love you and you'll always be in our hearts no matter what happens, okay?" He continued.

"What's the matter? Why are you telling me these things?"

Beside me my mama's sniffles had turned into huge sobs.

"Mama, why are you crying?" I tried.

And then she exploded!

"Because child!We've been sentenced to death!"

Shocked by this revelation I kept silent. The silence between us was like the sea with its huge claws waiting for its next victim. With my trembling hand I tried to wipe the tears that came with every role of fear from my mama's face. My teeth were rattling so hard that at one point I thought they were going to shatter.

Then after that… I can't remember! Everything happened so fast. Someone had burst into the room after eaves dropping on our conversation. My mama had been screaming. Papa, fighting for all his worth!

And as for me? I had hit my head on something and was unconscious for the rest of the commotion. The last thing I remember was the sick feeling of being at sea…

My parents had never given me a proper goodbye. I had nothing to remind me of them. The only thing I had was my memory and it didn't have a happy couple sending their child off for holiday. Instead it held a scenario of destruction and bloody screams.

What had happened to my parents? Where they dead like so many others that had disobeyed the master? My parents had sent me to my cousin, Aunt Sarah, who once lived on our lone motherland,Ireland and understood my pain and anguish. She had a son about the same age as me. Jacob. Was that his name? I don't know my mind had not cleared enough for me to think straight.

Just then the door creaked open and out pops a sorry looking Aunt Sarah. She let herself in and in her hands was what looked like a bowl of soup. My mouth watered for this was the first of meals I had seen in what felt like years.

"Here…" she stammered "I brought you some soup."

So I was right. As she took her first steps it was obvious that she was hesitant to come near me, probably afraid that I would throw a fit. I tried to smile, tried to encourage her to come closer, but the only thing I managed was a… well lets just say it was something. It seemed to work. She laughed in exasperation and hurried over.

"How you doing?" What kind of question was this? She knew exactly how I felt! There was a long prolonged silence between us that felt very uncomfortable.

"How long have I been out?" I said trying to blink back the tears that threatened to pour out.

"About a day or two now… you took the blow to your head pretty hard"

The tears that I had been holding back came flooding out and great sobs that shook my poorly body came with every heave.

My mama once told me that men consider themselves the stronger sex, but slave women were the strongest. I had believed her then but now I was the total opposite.

I was a girl of 15, on the cusp of becoming a woman, waiting to be spoon-fed. How pathetic! A real push over and a baby too. If I were back in Tortola I'd be laughing stock of the whole village!

All through this aunt Ruth had been trying her hardest to soothe and comfort me by patting my shoulder I repeating over and over again that things would be alright. Offcourse I was alright. But what did it matter, if my parents where out there somewhere lying there strewn their dignity… oh God help me!