Hey! So this is my second BxE story and I'm really... excited to get it out. It kind of just popped into my head and I had to write it. It's very pointless and I think it's as original as I can get for a Twilight story. Anyways review and tell me what you think. For you HBTF readers out there I'm trying to update soon, and that story does come first since I have a amazing amount of fans. Also I have a play list for this on my site. I'll update it with every chapter.

Warning- This story is mediocre and I know that. As said earlier it's pointless and I don't think it's very well written ( I could do better and I'll try). I'm not fishin' for complements here I just don't think I'm not trying my hardest, but I promise to make an effort next chapter.

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Calmly, I began to pack my bags of all the supplies that would last me at least a month. I was ready to leave and get out of here forever.

Maybe other people wouldn't understand the feeling, of when it's disastrous tone plays over and over in my mind, killing every cell it's obnoxious and obviously disturbing noise runs into. I guess a fleeting hope in me believed that running was the only solution.

Making sure not wake anyone, I carefully tiptoed down the stairs, taking my time on each step. I didn't want to make a noise, it would just give me away and being caught was the very last thing I wanted. My plan was to try and make it out the door and run. I couldn't take the car and make my dramatic exit. Phil had made sure of that when he kept all the keys to the garage and cars in a safe that only he and mom could open.

I took another step down the stairs and very slowly took another. On my last and finale step I carefully placed my foot on the hardwood floor and let out a breath of relief. I hadn't made a noise yet. I only hoped I would be able to keep this up. It'd be my luck if I had bumped my knee against the vanity or tripped over the carpet. In the pitch black hallway it was dark and my eyes had yet to adjust. Not that I was giving them time, so to say.

I stood still for a moment, hovering over the orange carpet, not only trying to recollect myself or trip but to also listen for a Phil or Mom. I had excepted them to come out any moment and catch me, pulling my back into the house and dragging me to the couch. The perfect movie scene don't you think? The rebel finally caught.

So where was the cameras and the crew preparing for my giant fall (no pun intended)? The lights at least? Surely they had to be here. I leaned to the right, catching a ray of moonlight behind a small hideaway. No one there. It was very possible this wasn't a set up.

Quickly, I snuck over to the door and allowed myself a few breaths. This is really it, I thought to myself. I'm finally out of this place.

With trembling fingers, I gripped the metal of the doorknob. Excitement filled my stomach with butterflies as I slowly began to twist the bronze-colored metal, while carefully pulling at the door trying not to make a noise. If I had made one noise I knew I was caught and I couldn't -I wouldn't- allow myself to make a noise. Not today!

Opening the door I left enough room for me to fit through and ever so slowly I crept through to the porch, taking my sweet and precious time. I'm out of here soon. I was away from the music, and the crowded space. This was what I needed, the fresh air.

Discreetly, I pulled the door towards me and silently I shut the door, and turned my back. I did not want to see that door ever again but I did want to jump up and scream for the fact that I had finally achieved freedom, but I didn't with the fear I'd wake someone up and would forcefully be dragged into my house after all my hard and silent work.

"Ahem."

I froze at the sound of my mothers voice and slowly I turned to see my mother and Phil standing at the doorway. Both wearing their matching robes and shaking their heads in sync with disappointment. Phil lifted his index finger and directed me back towards the house and into the living room.

I didn't want to go, but for some odd reason it felt as though some invincible force was pushing me inside. It wasn't pleasant, but I had nowhere else to go.

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"Now, Just tell me where you thought you were going," Mother asked over agitated. "And what were you thinking? You put yourself in danger just by setting foot outside and you were trying to go outside, towards the danger. Who knows what would of happened if you had gone any further."

"I didn't even get past the neighbors," I grumbled to myself.

"What was that?" Mother asked looking down at me.

"Nothing," I said looking down at my hands. I didn't want to look Phil or Mom in the face right now. They were the people I had just attempted to get away from and it was almost depressing to look at their upset, scolding faces. I had tried and planned so hard to runaway from them and yet they had caught me before I had made it across the street. Now, that was embarrassing.

"Well," My mother questioned tirelessly, snapping me from my thoughts. "Are you going to tell us why you were trying to runaway?"

"I just wanted to get away from you and the people around here," I sighed. I didn't want to tell them the complete truth. Knowing that they probably wouldn't believe them, even if I did tell them.

"What have we done wrong Bella?" Phil pressed. "We've both tried so hard to be good parents and we just don't understand what were doing wrong. Maybe..." Phil let out a long drawn breath and continued again, "Maybe, if you told us, then we could work on it together- as a family. I mean, you have to understand how me and your mom are feeling right now, we want to know if we did something wrong, that made you possibly upset with us and make you want to runaway?"

I bit my bottom lip. I didn't want them to think they were horrible parents. I had just wanted to get away from this place and leave behind all the bad memories that came with it. I didn't think it was to much to ask. Was it? I wanted to leave the music behind so bad!

"There's nothing you two can do about this. I just want to leave Phoenix for awhile and start over again," I said solemnly. "There's just somethings going on that I don't think I can handle right now."

Finally, I looked up to the two adults that stood before me. Mom had her hands on her waist; her eyes blank along with every other part of her body. Phil looked a little more exasperated with me. His thumbs were gently rubbing his temples and he looked in deep thought. Probably thinking were to send me now.

"Alright, we'll see what we can do, but Bella you know if your ever going through a hard time you can talk to me or Phil. We're here to help you, not scare you away," Mom said to me. "Were her for you whenever your ready to talk."

"I know mom, but this isn't something I wanna talk about right now," I said rising from the couch. I had not want to talk about the fact that I was was going insane. I did not want to talk about the weird, unnatural occurrences in my life. I wanted to forget and ignore, like they had taught in school. I just merely wanted to walk away from this situation. No harm in that, right? Well a lot had told me otherwise.

Gathering my bag, I hastily through it over my shoulder and walked to my room. Leaving my bag over by my closet, I walked over to my desk and through my head down. The sudden contact with the desk didn't hurt but surely it would knock some sense into me. I should of known better. Phil and Mom caught me every time and nothing had made this time different- besides the fact that I had gotten outside of my house and to our porch. A new personal high record for myself.

Here is a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry be happy
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy......

I groaned as I realized it had come back again. It always choose the wrong times to start and play, but it was not like I could control it. Well, at least not to my knowledge.

Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy
The land lord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy
Look at me I am happy
Don't worry, be happy

I growled and once again brought my head to my desk. I wanted the music to disappear and go bother someone else. Make someone else look and feel crazy for once. I mean there had to be someone out there in the world who enjoyed pure non-sense music?

Here I give you my phone number
When you worry call me
I make you happy
Don't worry, be happy
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got not girl to make you smile
But don't worry be happy
Cause when you worry
Your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy (now).....

There is this little song I wrote
I hope you learn it note for note
Like good little children
Don't worry, be happy
Listen to what I say
In your life expect some trouble
But when you worry
You make it double
Don't worry, be happy......
Don't worry don't do it, be happy
Put a smile on your face
Don't bring everybody down like this
Don't worry, it will soon past
Whatever it is
Don't worry, be happy

I had gotten use to the random sparks of music that had filled my head ever since I had that nightmare a year ago. The music had been light at first and I could hardly hear it, but the more the dreams occurred the more powerful and loud the music got and you know what the worst part is? My background music doesn't even go with life sometimes. It's almost random and pointless and at other times it just ruins the moment.

It was a curse. And what had I done to deserve it? I had always been good a person. I knew that and so did my did everyone else. I was Bella the Saint (who happened to like to run away). And everyday- Everyday it was a different song, or play list that would fillmy ears only? No one could hear it and I was sure that I had gone crazy, because this wasn't like having an annoying song stuck your head. Oh no! This was worse and more irritating. It wasn't something you could just ignore and push to the side. I had tried, but nothing ever seemed to work. It would get louder if you attempted to do anything that dealt with ignoring it.

So I guess there isn't much to say now except- Hello, my names Isabella Swan and I- as crazy as it sounds, have my own background music.

So thank you for reading and I'd love some reviews. I won't request any, but they'd be really cool to get. Also if you want to see a song in here let me know and I'll try to fit it in there. You'll get all the credit! Anyhow, thanks for putting up with my story and I'm aware of how cheesy this is, but I find cheesy is fun to write.

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