A/N: Hi! Well this is my first fanfic. I've read a lot of them and just decided, what the heck I want to write one, so here it is. It's just an idea I had in my head so I wrote it down. Enjoy!
Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Lucky her: (
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I was done.
I was done with it. I was done with them.
I walked straight to my room, slamming the door shut, grabbing clothes from my drawers and throwing them half hazzardly into the bag. I could hear talking and someone walking down the stairs, but I couldn't care.
Not for it. Not for them.
When I had all my belongings, I went for the door, but paused just by the knob.
A picture on my nightstand. A picture of what now looked like a distant memory.
I sneered at it; grabbing it and throwing it to the wall.
I walked out the room and headed down the stairs. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Just as I was about to walk out that house, a hand grabbed my wrist.
I froze.
That hand. I knew that hand. That hand had just been all over…
I flinched away from the touch.
My wrist was free and I quickly recovered myself.
I went for the door again, just one more step to getting out, getting away when…
"Bella."
I went rigid.
I knew that voice. I'd known that voice my whole life. That was the voice of the person I had trusted my whole life. The voice that would always laugh, cry, and smile with me. Now the voice just made me sick.
"Bella, sweetie, please let us explain."
I laughed a humorless laugh.
Us. Ridiculous.
I turned around and faced them both.
The two people who I'd love and trusted more than anyone. Who'd I'd told my secrets to, spent the most intimate moments with, and gave everything to.
I looked at them with disgust.
"Bella, I-" but I wasn't having that.
I took that one last step out of that house, away from them, away from it.
I didn't look back. I didn't need to. They were nothing to me.
The sun shone brightly as I walked out of the yard down the sidewalk. The sun that I loved, the warm heat that engulfed me. Walking away from it.
While I was walking down the sidewalk, I saw my whole life before me. I had grown up here. Had memories here. And now was leaving it all behind. For what?
I loved it here. My life was here.
"Bella, wait!"
And then I remembered the reason to why I was leaving.
I ran away from the voice because I couldn't stand to see them again. Not after…
No, I couldn't stay. Not anymore.
So I ran. And ran. And ran.
Ran away from my life, ran away from home, ran away from everything.
I stopped to catch my breath, having been running for so long. I just wanted to keep running. When I was running I didn't have to think about what I was going to do now. I didn't know what I was going to do now.
When I'd catch my breath, I could feel the vibration of my phone in my pocket. I grabbed it and opened it without seeing who it was. It wouldn't matter.
"Hello." I answered.
"Bells." The voice said.
And just like that I knew what was happening now. Granted, it wasn't what I really wanted to do, but I'd do anything to get out of this place, even if I didn't want to.
It was as if fate was taking pity on me and giving me a way out. I didn't like to be pitied, even if it was by something that wasn't real, but I'd take it in what ever form it came.
"Dad, I'm coming to Forks." I stated. I hung up before he could agree, or argue or whatever. My mind was set and I needed an out.
I needed a new place, a new beginning.
I needed a new start.
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