When I was born something amazing happened I saw stars, not just stars but warm ones, ones that pulled you in by just looking at them, ones that pulled you farther and farther out of nowhere, this big round opening white desert I was surrounded in it.

I was born knowing, that's just it I knew what was happening, I knew that I was coming and when I came, I would be smacked so hard I couldn't do anything but scream for death, the cold everything will hit me at once and stun me, but why did I know this. I don't remember dying before, I don't remember anything but him, that one person you were meant for, and I knew it was him, I saw his face in my mind as someone grabbed my head and pulled really hard, at that moment I screamed ragingly, and as I predicted my butt was hit so hard I was forced to scream louder even though my throat felt so dry, my own cries didn't sound right. I refused to open my eyes, I knew that if I did there would be a lot of blood and I just didn't want to see that, so I cried and cried getting used to it more and more as my screams died down, followed by a warm blanket, which I knew would be coming anyway but the warmth distracted me long enough to not realize I had been placed down onto something. I wanted nothing more than to than go back to fantasizing about my him, my ummm well I don't really know his name I guess I'll call him Lion, yup that seems right for now.

I heard a contented sigh before I was yet again carried away. If I was a baby then that person must be my new mommy, I hope she doesn't expect me to open my eyes, because I know very well that light in my eyes blinding me would cause a lot of problems growing up. I wonder who my parents are, maybe they are rich or poor or whatever, they must love me, right? Now I feel bad about not opening my eyes for that lady. I was put down again, very gently, this time I had a pretty good feeling I was in that weird window area everyone goes to see their new baby's. Well I was a newborn infant; god was every newborn this informed after death, or whatever happened to me?

"Has she opened her eyes yet, Ms. Phinney?" someone asked, I might be wrong but I kind of figured they were talking about me since I really was probably the only newborn refusing to open her eyes.

"No not yet, mothers name is Nicole, father is Erik, they named her Taylor." The nurse I assumed replied. My names Taylor? Well I guess that sighing lady was Nicole, maybe it would be a good idea to open my eyes, but somehow keeping them closed sounded so much better.

"Well keep a watch on her; tell me when she opens her eyes, her mother wants to see her soon." I heard feet pound on the floor before some scribbling and more noises I couldn't make out. I decided against my better judgment to open my eyes maybe I'll see Lion if I do.

I pulled my hands free from what they assumed was a non-strangling wrap formation; I think I lost feeling in my arms. Just as I got my arms free someone picked me up, placing what I could only assume was a pacifier in my mouth, and I bit on it easily, enjoying the sudden calm and unconfused feeling it gave me. I was put back into arms, only these ones felt calmer, homier, in a weird since of the way. It was silent except for our breathing and my continuous biting on my new favorite toy.

"Taylor baby open your eyes and see mommy." That lady said, she traced my cheek in a pleading way, almost begging me to open up to her, I took pity on Nicole, and opened my eyes, at first the light hit me 

in a blinding moment, almost as fast as it came it was gone. Nicole was watching me smiling like a lunatic, obviously proud at her accomplishment.

"Taylor Elizabeth Myra-Ann Newton, that's your name, my little baby." She coed at me some more in a new mother way, Nicole looked young it was obvious I was a pain in the but to get her so I decided maybe having her for a mommy really wouldn't be that bad.

Mommy placed her finger on my pacifier and kept it in my mouth for me, making it a lot easier for me to just bite it; I made a mental note to thank her later. She smiled and surprisingly so did I, they say in all those old movies the bond between a mother and child is formed in the first need of comfort, maybe this was it, maybe my mommy, wasn't that bad. I could learn to love her. That nurse came back in a stared at me a little before smiling and waving, I giggled, she stared back stunned. Opps maybe I should try to act as normal as possible. I started to cry, showing her that maybe she just imagined it; she cleared her head and took me in her arms still trying to piece my weird behavior together.

"I've never seen a baby like her before M.s Newton, she's going to be different, special, your very lucky." The nurse put me in one of those white containers, and put in a little stuffed lamb, next to me. I didn't even occur to me where it came from and without out another thought I named her Bella.

I was brought back to that white window area, and stared around in wonder, was everything always this big to me, it seemed like an elephant could fit and here and all us baby's would still have room to roam around. I turned to the glass in front of me, this man in a cloak was watching me I thought maybe this was my daddy, but the man's red eyes told me to act normal and not to panic, I reacted well, and instantly dropped my gaze to my hands studying them with fake fascination, when I looked back up the man was gone. I'll probably remember those eyes for the rest of my life, those red eyes that were warning me to stay away but yet something In my wanted to hit him really hard, even if it coasted my life.

I stared my lamb, I grabbed her in my small hands and clung to her, shed make sure that man with red eyes wouldn't get me I know she wouldn't. I started to feel completely exhausted and laid my head back down, I felt myself hearing a familiar tone almost, as If it was begging me to hum to it. But I didn't I locked the thought away and went to sleep, one that was well earned if you ask me.

Now I know some of you were wondering how the other story fit in with Jane Ere, well it didn't I just picked a random title I'm sorry about that, anyway here's the deal this is my new story, if u want me to stop tell me, and if u don't review, if I get 20 reviews ill write more of Rosalie's daughter Bella's Secret. If I get 40 ill write 3 chapters all in one day. Are you up to it come on a review only take one minute just please comment I need to know about my writing skills.

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