This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy it.
I also want you to know that I'm not an english speaker, although I have been studying it for a long time now. So I hope you will help me with my gramar issues.
I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does (and how I envy her for that!)
Please review!!
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Prologue: A great void, and a new light
The first time Bella dreamed about him she was fifteen.
It was about six months after her parents' accident. The one that ended up with both of them dead.
Since the accident, life was nothing but a great void for Bella, and she often felt she was sinking into a dark ocean.
She was sent to live with her aunt Margaret in a little town called Forks. Her aunt was the only family member left to take care of Bella. Margaret was pretty nice and was always trying to make her feel better. But back then it was not a single thing that could.
Bella started going to Forks High School, but that didn't change the profound loneliness she was inmersed in. She had never been a "people person", and that was now even more noticiable than ever.
They all thought of her as a weird girl, a "freak". And in a certain way, she was. More now than in the past.
She had always had particular likings and interest, such as literature, comics, scifi and fantasy. And that never was a friend magnet.
As reality continue to play treacherous games with her psych, Bella decided to get deeper and deeper into her fantasy world in order to avoid as much reality as possible.
She started to read almost in an obssesive way, keeping her mind occupied with all kind of creatures, and adventure, and the impossible. Also began to draw and write her own stuff, letting the weight of her imagination into every piece of work she created.
But although it seemed to work as a distraction during the day, Bella's fantasy escape was unable to keep her nightmares away.
The same awful dream came upon her night after night. Always the same. Never changing.
She was trying to run as fast as possible, but never enough, after her parents' car, while they waved goodbye at her through the back window of the automovile. She kept running, never able to find her voice to shout a warning, never allowed to reach her target.
Bella used to woke up in the middle of the night shouting her parents name, sweaty and cold, panic rushing throught her veins.
Nights became impossible, day hardly bearable.
Keeped awake by her dreams every night, too tired to make any efforts to live during the day, Bella slowly began to fell like a zombie.
Her books, her drawing and her inner world became the only beckon in a collapsing world.
But then she dreamed of him for the first time.
And she continued to dream of him every single night.
Nightmares were replaced.
And life began to show a new and almost brightest side.
Please review. I need helpl!!