Hey People. I'm going to take a kick at writing a fan fiction. It's probably not that good, plus, I got the crazy idea for this yesterday when I was reading Megan's fan fiction, Blood Red. NOTE: THIS STORY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BLOOD RED. Trust me. Read it and you'll see that. REVIEWS ARE WELCOME AND ENCOURAGED! This is basically following the plot line of Twilight, but with a little twist. ENJOY!

I'm a little different than your average human. No, I wasn't born with purple hair, or an extra limb. I am able to see things.

Now, you might be thinking Oh stupid. Everyone can see things, except for blind kids!. My reply to that is, No. I see things that normal people don't see. Plus, I know a little more.

A lot more.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. I am seventeen years old and currently moving to Forks, Washington to live with my dad, Charlie. My mom was traveling with her new husband; Phil. Phil is a minor league baseball player, something that I am not that in to. Moving to my dad's place –Now my place- was my choice. I could have traveled with my mom and Phil, but I just wasn't up to it.

I was currently on a plane to Port Angeles, a one hour plane ride. Seattle reminded me of Phoenix a bit, a large population and a large city. Forks was going to be the opposite. Rainy, tiny, and not that populated its going to be horrible for me. I was so used to the crowds, the huge desert, and the monstrous heat. I would just have to live with this. It was my choice, after all.

Now, you might be wondering, what is so special about you? Ah. Don't worry; I'm getting to that part. Don't fret.

Have you ever wondered what happens to you after you die? I'm sure everyone has. You see the thing about me is that I know. I know exactly what happens to you after you pass away. There is no Heaven, no Hell, no place in between. Does your soul just stay in your body after you die? No. Your soul does get released, and you'll find out exactly what happens to your soul soon.

The thing is, I can see the souls. I can see a little Mini-Me, a white glowing copy of a person, inside a person. It gets weird some times, but, it's true. Everyone that is alive and breathing and well has one. I can even see my own sometimes. But, I cannot see them in reflections, so it's a little hard to see a pulsing Bella Copy inside me.

Your souls don't do anything; they just mimic your movements. You sit down, your soul sits down. Your soul is just about an inch smaller than you. But, they are very beautiful. They all are, no matter how ugly, rude, or nasty a person is, convict or innocent civilian. Your soul is pure, perfect. It's not your soul that makes your decision, it's your mind. Your soul is just there for you to live, because without one, you are dead. Your soul can never come back to your body. When it's gone, it's gone. For good. You die in just one way. No, not having a heart attack, because a lot of people live from one of those. Or cancer. When your soul decides it's time for you to pass away, it gives you a heart attack, or a stroke. When you are born, your soul immediately decides how and when you are going to die. For a heart attack, it starts to build up plaque in your blood vessels.

When your soul feels its time for you to go, it leaves. It's very painful for the soul to do so, but it has to. I cannot tell by the person's soul how that person is going to die, so I have no idea how I am going to pass away. Which I am very grateful for, because I want when I die to be a surprise, I don't want to plan my life around my death. Some people might have different thoughts on that subject. Like they could.

No one knows about me. As far as I know, I am the only one of my kind. I'm unique, yet still a freak. Now, how do I know all of this? Anyone could know about this… if they could just see souls. My being able to see souls allows me information that is not among normal humans. When I was born, I automatically knew why I was different and about all of the mechanics of the souls. Without this information, I would probably babble about all of this stuff and think that it was completely normal. Not that I was much of a talker, though.

Now, let's get to the real interesting part.

There is one thing that I am completely freaked out by. Yes, even souls die. But how? Oh, you'll find this extremely creepy. When a soul releases itself from a body, it just floats in the air, invisible to everyone but me. A soul dies my being walked into by a human. I do my best to keep from doing this, but sometimes it's just unavoidable. A soul stays in that one spot where the person died, so it's easy to tell where a person died. That part freaks me out. A soul cannot with stain being inside another person, so when you so through a soul, it dies. It can only live inside the body is was born with.

Creepy, huh?

Occasionally, a soul is able to set free, like from a strong gust of wind. It can go through other objects, like a wall or a door, even though the wind cant. If it is in a confined space, a small burst of air from your fan will also move a soul. So just remember, when you have your fan on at night to cool of, it is quite possible that you are pushing a helpless soul into you to die.

Okay, yes, the chapter was short. Pardon me. Anyway, I promise, there WILL be Edward and the rest of the Cullen's coming into the story in the next chapter. This was just a chapter to explain everything. I hope you enjoyed, and yes there will be Bedward/Edlla coming. PLEASE POST A REVIEW! Click that pretty button right down there vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv