A New Day Ben's Point Of View

by Ben Carlin

Set 87 years after the birth of little Renesme, the Cullens are still living proudly in the small town of Forks, in Washington. A New Day starts the epic tale of Ben Carlin, Emma Wilson and Melanie Tyler.

1. Preface

A New Day:

Ben's point of view

By

Ben Carlin

Acknowledgment

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Preface

I'm alone now. No Mom, no Dad, no nothing. I thought to myself as a walked through the remains of my home. What was that thing? Why did it kill my Dad? I'll never forget it's glowing crimson eyes or it's glossy, white fangs. It was strange though, it sort of reminded me of.. Emma.

I turned the polished handle of my Dad's untouched bedroom. Slowly and silently, it opened. There was no sign of struggle or violence. Just the emptiness of a body-less bedroom. The marble flooring, which my Dad had spent a bundle on last summer, was gleaming like always and the beige curtains swayed gently from the wind of the open window. The wooden desk, that had once belonged to me now stayed in here so my father could stay up at night to do his work, was plain. No sheets of scattered paper, which my Dad would keep forever in place. It was still, quiet. Dead. As was he. I turned my head away from the empty room, tears welling in my eyes. I closed the door behind me and made my way down the staircase. The front room was a mess. Feathers from my Mom's favorite pillows were everywhere with claw marks on all of them. As I walked down the wrecked hallway, pictures of the thing's face flashed through my head. It's lion-like posture as it crouched over the body of my father. I knew that the thing's horrid face would cloud my mind for the rest of my life. I turned right, to face the entrance to the kitchen. There my father lay, stained with dry blood. I suddenly realized, that from now on, this was my life. I sat down beside my father's corpse and curled my legs up and into a ball. I remained there for a few hours. I was awoken when the door bell rang. It's chimes rang through my head, but I couldn't get up. I was frozen. Frozen for life.