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CHAPTER ONE
I never thought I was different. I thought I was a normal girl, with a normal life, living in a normal town, with normal friends and family. Everything about me has always been...normal. My childhood wasn't depressing, I didn't have horrible things happen to me, and I had everything I needed to live and survive comfortably with my family. You could say I was one of the lucky ones, and I wouldn't disagree. When my family decided to move for a job my father received, I was pretty disappointed. I was going to have to leave all of my friends in the middle of my high school career and start fresh. It could be a good thing, right? I could reinvent myself, make a different name for myself and be able to be even happier than I was living in Sacramento.
Forks, Washington had a population smaller than my high school. It was a droll and depressed little town with constant cloud coverage that made me want to stay in my bed forever and hide away like the sun. I wasn't happy. It wasn't until I suffered a blow to the head by falling on a sheet of ice that I knew that I was meant to be here for some reason. There was something in this town, something different, and it had lead me here to discover who I really was.
I spent four nights in the hospital before I woke up from a very short coma. I had hit my head so hard and with so much force it took the life out of me for a couple of days. When I woke up, I saw my mother and father, wide eyed, staring at me like they'd never seen me before. My light brown hair was sprawled out over a too soft pillow, my blue eyes blinking slowly as I tried to take in everything around me. I looked at my mom first, gave her the best smile I could, which I knew was probably weak and more of a grimace than anything. "She looks awful," I heard my dad say. I snapped my head over, but he was still staring at me with the same expression he had when I woke up. "Thanks, dad, you don't look so great yourself." He looked at me, stunned, then to my mother. "I didn't say anything, love, you look beautiful as always," he said hesitantly. I watched a nervous hand cup the back of his neck and pull slightly, the tension in his body could be seen for miles.
My eyebrows furred together, and more voices began to come rushing in. I could hear them from down the hall, up the stairs, through the walls. Everything was jumbling together I couldn't make sense of any of it and I thought I had actually lost my mind. My mind was running running running and I couldn't catch up with it. I reached out to grab it but it kept slipping through my fingers faster than I could react. I felt like a snail in a bed of molasses, every movement I made seemed to be all too slow. Before I knew it I was clutching my head, screaming out loud to attempt to get the voices to diminish. Everything was so loud, my vision was beginning to blur and the voices were getting stronger. I heard a faint ringing noise, it felt like I was going deaf despite the crying and the begging and the whispers that were clouding every corner of my brain. A doctor rushed into the room, his skin porcelain white, his eyes such a fierce color of gold it startled me. I could barely concentrate on his face as he reassured me everything was okay, to breathe, but I couldn't. I couldn't couldn't couldn't do anything more than scream. My father and mother disappeared to be replaced with nurses. I faintly heard a kind woman's voice say, "Shhh, you're going back to sleep," then everything was dark again.
The dreams were strange. It was like I could never get out of them, no matter how hard I tried. I would fall deeper and deeper into each dream, only to wake up slowly from each one until I was back at the original. It was like a maze I had to sort my way through before my body would allow me to awaken. I dreamed of a small valley, with a nice pond to the side and thousands of wild flowers growing over and under, up and around each other with no semblance of uniformity. It was beautiful. There was a man there, his face too much of a blur, but his eyes were a startling bright red. He dashed towards me with such ferocity his legs and body were a blur. That's when I woke up for the second time. "How long has it been," my voice was raspy and my eyes shut. Maybe if I didn't open my eyes, the voices wouldn't come back. "Two days," I heard a male voice I faintly remembered. My eyes opened slowly to see the golden eyes I had seen before. They weren't as gold as I remembered them, but still one of the prettiest colors I had ever seen. I searched his eyes for some answers, but couldn't find any. Despite his soft features, his eyes were hard, they were almost unnerving. "I feel better," I said, more to myself than to him. There were no voices, none that had started yet, at least.
What the hell had that been? I swear it was as clear as day, I felt like I was inside my father's head, listening to his thoughts, listening to the inflections in his tone as he processed thoughts. I could hear the gears moving in his head as he processed the emotion of me waking up. He felt joy, then suddenly felt embarrassment when I called him out on his thoughts. He had so much tension, like a small boy caught with his hand in the candy jar.
There was nothing now, though, and I couldn't help but feel thankful for it. Maybe it was a reaction to the pain meds, or from being in a coma, who knows. All I knew was I wanted to go home, get a good night sleep, and be able to start this new semester off right.
There's a lot of anxiety with starting a new school, but even more when you begin the school year in the middle of it. The class sizes had to be ridiculously small considering the population of the town. Everyone would notice I was the new girl, something I wasn't really looking forward to. Back home, I had my friends, but I also didn't have every single person knowing who I was. This was going to be...weird, to say the least.
I pulled myself back to reality, looking at the doctor in front of me. "What's your name?" I asked him, not realizing how weak my voice really was. I doubted school would happen tomorrow. "Doctor Cullen," he said, a small smile pulling around the corner of his face. "I'm just going to check your heart beat and do a couple x rays on your head to see how you're healing. You had some very minor swelling on your brain, but it's gone now and everything should be back to normal." He pulled his stethoscope from around his neck and put the pieces in his ears, pressing the cold piece to my chest. I shivered slightly, his hand was colder than the metal piece. "You must be freezing," I observed, looking up at him with curious eyes. He smiled and nodded like he had heard that before. "Cold hands, warm heart."
I was released two days later, and received excused absences from school. It made me chuckle thinking of the conversation my mother had with the receptionist at the school. "I apologize, my daughter just woke up from a coma. She's going to need a couple days before she can attend classes."
I was determined to make my first day at this new school the best one yet. I had missed the day that everyone dresses up and looks their best on the first day back, so I was determined to make this day the day that I had missed. I straightened my hair, proud of how long it had gotten. Ever since the short bob fiasco of 5th grade, I haven't cut it. It's nice elbow length, with a slight curl to the ends. Makeup hadn't always been my best area, but I made due with a light foundation and some mascara. It took me twenty minutes to get my eyeliner even with one another, and another five for mascara. I was glad I had woken up an hour early or I never would've been ready wen my dad called up the stairs. Here's to the second half of my sophomore year. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and opened my bedroom door. "Coming!" I called, and we were off.
