Sunrise
AN: this is my first fanfiction, i have most of this written down, any of my friends who read this said it was really good, but i need you peoples feedback! please read and review!:D thanks!!
Chapter one
Dreaming
I pulled the brush through my hair one last time and set it down on the desk in front of me. I poked my head through the doorway of the family room where my mother sat, "Night mom, love you" , I called. She turned from the tv, I was a little relieved. She'd been watching a lot more tv than was normal for the past four months since my dad died. I was relieved because up until recently she never bothered to look up, even though I could tell she wasn't paying any attention to it anyway. "I love you too Beth", she replied. I turned and went back up the stairs.
I lay in bed thinking. I wasn't tired, I had only chose to even go to bed out of pure boredom. I remembered what my friend, Lindsay had said today that had upset me so much.
Lindsay and I are both sophomores at Forks highschool. We have gym together last period. Coach Clapp was demonstrating a new football pass. Some people found it difficult, I was not one of them. So when Lindsay whined, "I don't get it!" I, being the great friend I am said "I do, I'll show you" It was, at this point that things declined slowly. "You get everything" Lindsay grumbled, very quietly, but I still heard it. I whirled around, "Excuse me!?" "You heard me!" She started, "You get everything, great hair, great skin, good grades, your parents get you almost everything you want. Your life is perfect!" At that point I felt tears well up in my eyes "My life is far from perfect at the moment!" I spat at her and rushed from the room. I stayed in my car crying until the bell rang and shocked me out of it.
Everything Lindsay had said was true, except that my life was perfect. Four months ago I might've said that my life was pretty close to perfect. Until the stupid car accident that took my father's life.
I felt a few tears leak out of my eyes and soak into my hair. I clenched one hand around the porcelain heart I wore around my neck. It's white and has a pretty design around "Beth" written in fancy cursive. On the back it's inscribed with the words "Love forever, Daddy", he gave this to me for my fifth birthday, I've hardly ever taken it off since. A few more tears escaped and I drifted off into a fitful sleep.
I dreamed I was in a long, empty, white room. I was standing in front of a full length mirror. It was just me reflected, as any mirror does it showed me, me. Standing there, I examined my waist length dark brown curls, peered into my reflected pure blue eyes, I felt like I was looking for something other than a reflection in the mirror. I took a step back and slowly the image in the mirror began to change. She was me, but the mirror me was much more beautiful, and her eyes were closed, how was that possible? I reached out toward the mirror, my hand froze inches in front of it when she- me moved, she raised her head a bit and opened her eyes. Her cold, blood red eyes. I gasped. I was frozen in front of the mirror, staring at this pale, beautiful, scary me. She raised her hand and beckoned for mine –which was still hovering in front of the mirror- forward. I obeyed. Very slowly I inched my hand closer to the mirror, to the frightening strange me in it. Where my hand should have connected with the cold, hard, glass it kept going and I was falling, into black nothingness where the pale, scarily gorgeous me waited.