AN: I got the idea for this fanfic from Ella Enchanted, which I was thinking about earlier. It's not exactly the same, there's really not many similarities. This is just a short prologue, and I might not update for awhile. I need to finish up Invisible, and there's other stories I need to work on. But if you like the idea please review!
Jesus, Take the Wheel by Carrie Underwood
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Screams echoed off the walls of the delivery room. The people in the halls could hear it, the people in the room across from them could hear it. But they could also hear the small scream, one that everyone recognizes as the first noise made by a human being.
A baby had just been born, a miracle performed. The doctors smiled to themselves, knowing what it felt like to have a hand in the event. It was amazing, knowing you had started something so big.
In the delivery room, Renee Swan was panting, tears still streaming down her red face. She was tired, exhausted, but there was one thing she wouldn't go to sleep without. She wanted to see her baby, to hold her. That was all she wanted, there was absolutely nothing else that she could ask for. Well, maybe one more thing.
She watched as they cleaned the baby off and wrapped her in a soft pink blanket. They handed her the baby, then asked her what she was going to name her. The father wasn't there, whoever he was. They had decided that it was better not to ask.
"Isabella Marie Swan," she tried the name out, and looked at the baby. The name fit perfectly, and she wriggled in her arms at the sound of it, giggling all the while.
"Yes, that's perfect," she said, smiling down gently. The nurse beamed at her before walking out of the room with her clipboard, and then the two were alone.
Renee looked out the window to her left, up at the night sky. It was only an hour before midnight, not horribly late. Her eye immediately landed on a streak across the sky, a shooting star.
She knew it was foolish to wish on a shooting star, usually those wishes don't come true. But on this night, a night where one of her wishes had been granted, she was willing to be a fool.
"Oh, let my baby be smart. Let her be beautiful and wise. Let Isabella be obedient. And, whether or not she's with me, let her be loved by someone in this world," she said, her voice quivering with emotion.
Then the nurse came back in, telling her that she needed her rest. She took the baby gently, who started crying instantly. Renee could only watch as she was carried away, knowing neither of them like the separation. But she couldn't help dozing off, then falling into a deep sleep.
Outside her window, in the brilliant night sky, the stars seemed to twinkle brighter. No one seemed to notice or care.
It was Renee's wish and dream that her child would be smart, beautiful, wise, obedient, and loved. She didn't heed the warnings, telling her to be careful about what she wished for. Now it was irreversible, and there was nothing she could do.
Unknowingly, she had just given out a horrible punishment, not only to her daughter, but to other children that had been born that same year. She didn't, and wouldn't, understand the significance of that night.
That was the night that Isabella Marie Swan's fate was changed.
AN: I was experimenting with third person point of view, and I really like it. It's easier to write, for some reason. But is it interesting? It is to me, but I just love writing it. Please review and tell me your thoughts!