Okay so here is my first attempt at a fanfic ever!!!!! gah its scary, but I keep reading all these stories and wanting something more out of them... So I figured the best way to get whatever i'm looking for, is to just write one... duh. Anyways, I dont have the best grammar so please forgive me if you see mistakes. This story is going to follow along the main story but it will be AU also... Oh yeah! I obviously dont own Twilight, or any of the characters.
Alone.
She was alone.
She had never felt more alone in her entire life. Lying here, listening to the rain hit the roof as she attempted to sleep, she had come to the harsh realization; she really felt she had no one. Of course there was Charlie…but she didn't really know Charlie, at least not in the way a daughter should know her father. Her mother and he had split way before she could ever develop a solid relationship with him, and Charlie being, well Charlie couldn't bring himself to leave the small town life and follow to the hustle and bustle of the bigger city. So that left, the phone calls on Sunday evenings, the birthday cards, and the seldom lunch dates whenever he was in phoenix…but nothing more then that. Nothing that could solidify her choosing to move from her home in Arizona, to the rainiest spot in the states, Forks, Washington... except for the fact that she was sick. She was sick and more then likely not going to get better, and knowing this, there was certain things she was determined to see through before she went. Number one was to know her father, something she was determined to do.
She had convinced her mother to buy her a one way ticket to Seattle, which with surprisingly little argument, was given to her, on one condition, that she continued with treatment and that she managed her health at the best of her ability. Charlie had of course agreed and picked her up at the airport, upon her arrival she could see the tears in his eyes, and hear the crack in his voice as he pulled her into a bear hug and said "I've missed you Bells, it's been too darn long." Not much else was said between the two on the three hour long drive home. No music played in the car, just the sound of the rain as it hit the windshield, the barely working car heater, and occasionally he would ask if she was warm enough in which her response was always "I'm fine dad." The shivers that consistently racked her body, of course spoke otherwise.
When they had finally arrived at the house, it was exactly as she remembered it, the porch swing that squeaked and rattled each time the wind blew, the smell of all the pine trees, and the rain that came down in buckets. Simple and beautiful. Charlie noticing her exhaustion, ushered her to her room stating he himself had a long day and would like to call it an early night. So with not much else to do, and too tired to do much of anything, Bella kicked her jeans off and crawled into the old twin bed she use to occupy as a child and attempted to sleep. Of course with all the meds, and each one having its own side effect, sleep was never easily achieved. So she laid there. Thinking.
Thinking how afraid she was...