I have to get away. I can't stand being here anymore. There's too many bad memories whirling around my head, making me feel ill. My heart is thumping so hard against my ribcage, I worry it might break free and fly away.

I don't look back at my mother's house as I pull the front door, that suddenly weighs a tonne, shut.

I cringe as I think of the memory of the last time I saw my mother, but the image sneaks into my head anyway.

My mother lying on the floor, a knife in her hand and a wound in her chest. Blood pooling on the floor, defeat on her face. Her cold brown eyes are open, still and lifeless.

Frightfully I shake the image from my head, but I know that however hard I shake my head I will never be able to get rid of that thought.

To clear my mind I sprint to the train station and board the first train to pull up at Kings Cross Station. I don't really care where it takes me.

There are no seats available on the train, so I lean against a pole and pull my favourite book of all time. Twilight.

I'm not really sure why, except maybe it helped me escape reality.

I've always dreamed of a family like Bella's. A loving father figure like Carlisle, a caring and gentle mother like Esme. My dad ditched me and my mother as soon as he found out my mum was pregnant with a girl. Whereas my mum, she was there for me, but she never cared. She always had her own problems. Even as a child I had to walk myself, through London, to school because she would be dealing with the police.

And that leaves my older brother, Toby. He's been in jail for five years and he probably won't be coming out anytime soon. Thank god.

You probably have a general idea of what my family is like. Was like.

I'm snapped out of my day-dream when a woman of around thirty starts screaming, her hands clasped to her pale face, her eyes bulging out of their sockets.

Is she in pain? I think, panicked. She doesn't look pregnant or anything.

As I look around the tightly packed carriage, I notice that several more people are screaming and crying. One man and his family are praying.

They all seem to be staring out a window so I turn to see what they're all so frightened at.

I'm blinded by a bright white light. I blink a couple of times and when my eyes adjust, they see a train, speeding towards us.

And it doesn't show signs of braking.

I duck under my arm and crouch down.

I'm going to die! I suddenly realize.

I'm fifteen and I'm going to die.

My hands are shaking and I tense up waiting for the impact of the other train.

But it doesn't come.

I open one of my eyes warily and find that I'm in someone's bedroom. It's pretty with duck egg blue walls and a double bed. There is bright sunlight streaming in through a large window.

Wait a minute I think. The sun never shines like this in England, like ever.

Confused I open the other one. Where the hell am I? It doesn't exactly look like heaven. Or hell.

How am I not dead?

The train should have killed me. This is impossible.

"Oh Bella, you're awake!" Says a pretty woman. I'm confused for a minute, as people rarely call me Bella. She speaks in a pretty American accent.

"Er yeah." I say, but my voice sounds strange. American. Why am I speaking in an American accent?

"Good. I wanted to say goodbye again. You don't know you don't have to go right? You could stay with me and Phil."

"What?" This is crazy. Why is she saying goodbye? Where am I going? Who is Phil?

"I'm not trying to stop you from going, I'm just going to miss you. Oh well, come on then baby, you don't want to miss your plane to Forks, and I'm pretty sure that your dad can't wait any longer to see you." She smiles. "He's been ringing us since half-six this morning, checking everything's okay."

"My dad? Can't wait to see me?" I'm astonished. I was pretty sure my dad had some kind of grudge against me for being alive. Maybe because of the crash he's realized how easily he could lose me.

The pretty woman laughs, and I look closer at her face. She has big, blue childlike eyes, with laugh lines etched around them, and her skin has a healthy looking tan.

"I know Charlie has trouble displaying emotion, but he does really love you, y' know." She smiles again and ruffles my hair. "Well you go and get ready then, and then Phil and I will take you down to the airport."

Who's Charlie?! Why does he love me? And why are all these names ringing mega bells?

Charlie,
Phil,
Forks,

Charlie,
Phil,
Forks.

No way. That's... It's... It's just a coincidence. I hop out of the bed and try to find a bathroom.

There's an en suite. In my room.

Why am I leaving this place?

I casually look up in the mirror, expecting to see my gaunt, tired face, my wavy blonde hair and my sickly skinny figure.

I scream in fright when I find a taller, much prettier young woman. I wave my hand at my reflection and the girl copies me.

"No way!" I whisper and her mouth imitates mine.

My hair is much longer, falling to my waist in rich dark brown waves. My eyes are big and chocolate-brown. My skin is pale and flawless. And I look a little older. Maybe seventeen or eighteen.

"Wow." I mutter.

I'm pretty

Then it all clicks.

Phil, Renee's husband. Charlie, Renee's ex husband. Pretty woman, Renee. Forks, where Charlie lives. Pretty girl with brown hair and pale skin, Charlie and Renee's daughter. Charlie and Renee's daughter, Bella Swan. Bella Swan, Twilight.

I don't think I'm Isabella Danielle Rose anymore...