My name is Isabella Marie Swan and I died on December 12th, 2005, at 6:17pm. Don't worry. You're not reading the tale of a ghost. They brought me right back, at about 6:20pm. It was long enough to give me this curse—though you'd probably call it a blessing. Do you think being psychic and seeing auras (the reflection of a person's true self) is a good thing? Well, you're wrong. This is my story.

I knew something was wrong when I opened my eyes to the ultra-white ceiling of a hospital room. The flourescent lights were a bit much, and I blinked a few times to get used to it. As the discomfort from the bright was fading, I was suddenly aware of the consistent beeping of the heart monitor and a slight prick in my arm, signalling an IV. Eck. I sat up slightly, supporting myself with the three flat pillows. A moment later, a nurse bustled into the room. She wasn't really outstandingly pretty, but my eye was drawn to her. Something that looked like light emanated from her, bathing her in a sweet rosy glow. I blinked once more, and the light didn't diminish. Not noticing my confusion, the woman chirped, "Lovely! You're awake! It's been three days, dear."

I furrowed my brow. Three days since what? I mumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Poor girl! Doesn't even remember what happened... Whoa, where'd that come from? The maternal string of... (well, I wasn't sure what they were!) continued. The nurse walked over and murmured, "I'm so sorry, dear. Your mother and step-father died in a car crash three days ago, and you were nearly killed. They brought you back, though."

She's very lucky! I was slightly confused. Was I suddenly hearing thoughts, or had a blow to the head in the accident made me go crazy? I really hoped it was the former and not the latter. The nurse continued rambling about the specifics of my near-death experience. Apparently, I died for three minutes and was in a coma until that day. Eventually, she left me alone with the promise I'd be out of the hospital soon with how I was.

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Three weeks later, I walked out of the hospital with my father, Charlie Swan. Charlie had a blissfully small glow around him along with fuzzy thoughts and memories, so I felt a bit more normal around him. I hated being in large crowds; the voices in my head multiplied and the glows (I quickly learned they were called auras) around each person gave me headaches. Sunglasses and my iPod became my lifelines in my life of solitude. I avoided physical contact. At a single touch, millions upon millions of memories would flash through my mind, all from that person.

Before my accident, I had been a silly, shallow person. I was content to have all boys' eyes follow me, to have people applaud for me as I lead the cheer squad, or gossip to my friends about everyone and everything. I didn't value anything other than popularity or beauty. After my accident, I realized that none of my so-called 'friends' had been by my bedside and the boy that I thought was so head-over-heels in love with me hadn't stayed with me at all. I realized nothing was changed by popularity or beauty. That was when I changed for the better and for the worse.

Charlie and me drove up to Forks, Washington, where he lived. The ride was silent, mostly due to me blasting my iPod the whole way there. When we finally arrived, I grabbed my two bags and headed upstairs to my room. It was the same as before; light blue wall, a desk with an ancient computer, a wood bed with purple sheets, and my rocking chair. A corkboard hung on one wall, full of pictures and papers tacked to the surface.

I dropped the duffel bags on the bed and went over to the board. All the photos, I threw in the trash can. All the papers went into a bag for recycling. I unzipped the bags and began placing everything where it went, a task that took no more than fifteen minutes. I closed the blinds on the window afterwards, making a mental note to air out the room and then buy curtains. After gazing at my work for a moment, I went downstairs. Charlie was watching a game, loudly cheering for his team. I quietly let him know I was going to the store, and went downstairs.

Thankfully, my skateboard had been salvaged from the accident. I grabbed it out of Charlie's police cruiser and made my way to town. I got several people staring, but ignored them as I headed to a shopping center. It was right by the hospital, and directly off the main road. To block out the thoughts that I would surely be assaulted with, I put in my earbuds and turned on the loudest songs I had. After a quick trip through the store, I got some heavy blue drapes. Then I went back to the house, hung the drapes, and cracked open the window. I was glad with my work.

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I made dinner that night, after finding Charlie couldn't cook. Our conversation went as far as the weather, and then that was that. Charlie went to bed right after dinner, claiming he had work. I figured where the high school was and then went to bed myself. That night was the first night I had dreamed in almost a year.

I am totally obsessed with this book series called "The Immortals" by Alyson Noel! That's what inspired this story! Hope you liked; I'll only know if you review. If it's crap, I won't write anymore. If I get some good ratings, then I'll post the next chapter with an AN that has the list of songs on Bella's iPod. Yay!