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full summary: Isabella Swan, age four, is orphaned after a tragic accident when herself and her parents decide to go on a road trip that ends in the least pleasant way possible. Who should find her? How will her future change? Will she still find the love of her life? B/E - Vamps.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all rights to characters ect. *glares in jealousy*
Prologue.
Life before death and death before life.
When you think about life and death it usually ends up like trying to figure out what the hell came first, the chicken or the egg.
You have to live before you die, but yet you have to die to start a new life, or in my family's case, you have to die to carry on with your life. Odd, I know.
My name was Isabella Marie Swan, then Isabella Marie Hale and now Isabella Marie Cullen, and this is my story of tragedy, happiness and romance. Oh, and my death... and the life after it.
Chapter one, Tragedy. Bella's Point Of View.
"Mommy!" I screamed into the darkness and cold air that surrounded me,
"Daddy!" I tried again and failed for a reply. I was pretty sure then that I was going to be alone, forever. I may have only been at the tender age of 4 but I wasn't dumb.
I knew about death.
Death, a strange thing. In many ways it meant peace and rest for those who succumbed to it. It could also mean darkness and the unknown.
I was convinced that I would end up dead. I knew my mom and dad had gone to heaven. I remember my mom told me when I was 3, only a year previously, that our dog 'Misty' had gone to heaven.
Of course at first I believed heaven was some kind of holiday destination, or even some kind of vets. It took a while to realise that heaven was somewhere you went and never came back.
"Mommy, Daddy, please don't have gone." I didn't bother crying out or screaming. I didn't even fill my voice with hope. I just whispered and let the tears fall from my eyes and down my red hot cheeks, then falling to the ground to create a river of tears.
Each of my tears a memory of my now late parents.
"Hey Bells. Are you excited hun?" My loving, caring mother who had literally bounced up and down towards me had asked me only hours previously.
We were to be going on a road trip to Phoenix, Arizona. A place my mother had always loved dearly. In my four years of life I had never left the overly green, cold and wet state of Forks, Washington.
Of course I was looking forward to leaving for a vacation to somewhere where the sun shone pretty much all year round and where it was more colourful and the world wasn't just one giant green forest.
Yes, I was defiantly looking forward to it.
"Defiantly mommy! I can't wait!" I squealed with the pure excitement that filled my body, It was enough to make me explode, although that never really would have happened, obviously.
In one hand I held a small suitcase that I insisted on taking myself and with the other hand I grasped my mom's hand. She looked down on me and smiled, I returned my smile, filling it with all the positive emotions I felt at that moment.
Together we walked down the narrow stairs of our small yet comfortable home in Forks to where my father stood at the bottom. His smile so joyful that it created creases by the sides of his eyes as the smile hit them.
"Are my two special girls ready for the best vacation ever?" He was always so joyful. I put that down to my mom. Without her I think he'd be an empty shell. Just a measly decoration on the Christmas tree. When she was around he was the lights, lighting up the whole room and my mom was the angel, making him complete.
My mom and dad took the remaining suitcases that had not yet been placed in the back of my dad's cruiser and pulled them along with us as we excited the house, my mom locking the door as we left.
My dad, Charlie, was the chief of police in Forks and he insisted on taking the police cruiser with us. I, of course, had no argument about that. My mother on the other hand, she did. He won though; my mom just couldn't resist his charm.
The charm that had failed with many other women but always hit the spot with her.
The small family I used to call mine was beyond excited when dad finally started the engine and we drove as fast as the law would obey out of the small town.
We were travelling for an hour before it happened.
We had slowed down once we had escaped the grasp of the small god forsaken town and we were travelling at a decent speed as to still catch sight of the forever changing scenery.
Beep. I heard my father's phone beep and buzz in the pocket of his tatty and holey fishing jeans. He had received a text message. He had received a text message that changed my life forever.
Dad averted his eyes from the road, down to his pocket. In that fraction of a second it was like the whole world stopped and everything moved in slow motion.
I felt the jerk from beneath me as the cruised swerved of the road quickly and hit the large rock that was settled on the side of the road.
I felt as the car swung backwards and was brought to the ground with a large crash. I didn't see anything though. I kept my eyes closed tight. It wasn't until the car was upside down that I opened my eyes to a sight that will haunt me for the rest of my existence.
My mom's limp, lifeless figure was slumped across the chair. Her head was touching the roof of the floor and surrounding it was a pool of deep, crimson red blood. I could smell the rusty scent that was drifting off of it. I could also smell it coming from the other side of the car.
On the other side of the car I saw my dad's crumples figure, just as lifeless as my moms. Blood was surrounding him equally as much as her. By the side of him lay his old mobile phone. Untouched, unscathed.
It beeped again, to signal the message that had been received and missed. I leant my body over to pick up the phone.
Hey Charlie.
Just checking you and the family are still alive on that road trip of yours.
Billy.
The message was from Billy Black, my dad's fishing buddy who lived down at the La Push reservation. He was also one of my best friend's dads. Jacob's dad.
I felt an surge of anger wash through me but it didn't last long. The emotion was soon taken over by pain.
Pain from the loss of my family and my parents. Pain from the injuries I could feel that had got me. Pain that I wished, even at such a young age, that Billy could feel for making me have this pain.
"Mom!" I screamed. I didn't want her to have to go to heaven, she needed to be there for me.
"Dad!" My thoughts were exactly the same for my father. I could never imagine my life without them. Of course now, I know what life is like without them. Back then though, I could only think I would end up by myself for as long as I would live.
I pulled myself to the door of the car to find it was jammed so I wacked it as hard as I possibly could, It still didn't help though. I hit the window numerous times with my fist and with my small suitcase and eventually it broke, shattering to the ground.
Shattering like my heart did.
I pulled myself out with my arms and left leg. My right leg was in so much pain, I didn't really take much notice of it though. Too much pain was over powering it, mental pain, not physical.
Soon I found myself out of the car and in a small cave in the rock face of the cliff that was a shot way behind the rock we had crashed into. In the distance I was sure that I had seen the cruiser set on fire.
I couldn't think about it though.
The crystal clear tears that escaped my eyes kept flowing as I curled myself into a tight ball and rocked myself back and forth.
I carried on calling, screaming and crying out for my parents. No one came.
I hoped with all my might that this would turn out to be a bad dream. A nightmare. That I would wake up in a minute with my beautiful, ecstatic smile of my mother's hovering over me. Asking me what was wrong.
I would tell her I had a nightmare. She would hug me tight to her warm, soft, chest. I would tell her everything and we would cancel the holiday. We would stay at home, even if the weather was terrible.
That never came though. I was totally alone. Alone in the dark cave. Never to be found I had thought.
How long I sat there, hugging my legs, in deep pain, I don't know. It could have been five minutes, it could have been five hours, it could have been a day. However long it was though, I started to feel myself weakening.
I could feel my life slipping from beneath me, I was hoping that I would go to see my mommy and daddy. I was hoping.
Just as my sight started to blur, and I was pulled into the darkness I heard a scream from not far away although it sounded far, far in the distance.
"NO!" A soft female voice screamed.
"Oh my!" Another, this time male, voice screamed.
The last voice I heard was the most enchanting, soft voice I had ever heard. His voice sounded pained,
"CARLISLE!" He shouted "HELP HER!" I heard his footsteps as he ran away.
Why? Why run away?
I couldn't think anything else though because I was totally took out by the blackness that took me from the pain.
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