Authors Note: Here I go. I'm already in love with this story. Well, the idea anyways. I have been thinking about it so much. I promise I won't stop this half way through. I am going to have a song for every chapter.

A Change Of Heart

Chapter One

Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan

I was awaken from my sleep by the penetrating sun burning its way into my room, obviously by somebody opening the navy blinds in the corner of my room that were almost never noticed, much less opened.

Okay, maybe I was being quite deceitful. Two months ago, I would jump out of bed and happily open my blinds, excited for what that magical day would bring to me. But that was before my mother died.

Now, everything had changed. A lot.

Those happy moments, that used to be almost constant, weren't just rare for me anymore, they were nonexistent.

And my head, which used to be filled with thoughts of upcoming events, my friends, and how great I made everyone feel, was now filled with different was to commit suicide.

Before, I was like a gift from heaven. Now, I was more like a spawn of Satan.

I tried to open my eyes and discover who had awaken me by setting the blazing light free in my room, but the brightness stopped me from opening my eyes enough to see anything. Instead, I scrunched my eyelids back together, regretting ever trying to open them.

Everybody told me this was just a phase. The suicide ideas. But I didn't think so. I thought it was permanent. My mother, Renee, had been everything to me. Crazy as she had been, I had loved her. If I ever thought of my life, of anything I had ever done, she would be there. My beginning, my middle, my now, and everything in between. But not my end. She would never be my end. Never could be. Because her end had already snatched her up and stolen her away from me. And although she may still come back to my thoughts from time to time, she never could come back and just hole me in her arms, or tell me that she loved me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of pills crashing around in a bottle. Damn. I knew what they were. The antidepressants. I couldn't believe that they thought these pills could actually make me care less.

I flashed my eyes open again, this time half successful. I wasn't able to open them completely, but I was able to squint just enough to make out everything without feeling like I was going to die from the brightness. Even though dying didn't seem too bad right now.

Standing at the foot of my bed, shaking the damn pill bottle, was Phil, my stepfather, who I hated with a burning passion. Ever since my mom had, well, you know, passed on, he had desperately been trying to get rid of me. First he tried adoption, but soon discovered that it was too much paperwork for some superior human being to do for some little nuisance like me.

Than he called Charlie, my dad.

Charlie lived in a small town god knows where called Forks. Yeah, Forks. Charlie was thrilled to hear the news – that I would be staying with him, not that my mother had died. He had still felt something big for her when she took me away from him and to my current house in Phoenix, Arizona. But, despite the bad news about Renee, he was still glad that I was coming.

Even though I can't see why, because Phil had clearly explained to him many times how much of a pain in the ass it was to live with me. Yeah, pretty cold of Phil. Not like he gave a damn, though. I'm pretty sure he was glad that I heard it too. That's just who he was.

Phil chucked the damn pill bottle to me. "What the hell do you expect me to do, actually use these?" I asked him. I knew he hated my sarcasm. Hopefully this would piss him off.

"Bella, I don't give a damn what you do after the next-" he stopped mid sentence to look at the watch on his wrist. "two and a half hours. That's how long it is going to be until I drop you off at the airport. When you get there, do whatever the hell you want. Just don't make me look bad. But for the rest of the time you are in the house, please just use the pills. Maybe they might be able to help you. God forbid you do anything for me, so consider it as doing a favor to Renee. She wouldn't have wanted me to be stuck with a crank pot like you."

"Oh, crank pot? Where did you get that one, from the official dictionary for the Inconsiderate Assholes?" I asked him in a tone that would easily tell anybody who had a brain to just shut the hell up and leave me alone.

Apparently Phil didn't have a brain, because he continued to talk. "Isabella Swan, I am done with this conversation!" He shrieked, in almost a pissed off girl's voice. That's what he always said when he knew he lost. He stomped out of the bedroom and slammed the door like an immature five year old. Job well done, Bella Swan.

I looked at my bedside clock to see just what ungodly time it would say. Six thirty four. I had to be at the airport by nine, because my flight was leaving at twelve o'clock. Excellent. Only a few more hours till I can leave this torture house.

I looked beside me at the damn pill bottle. I brought it over to one of my three suitcases and put them in, like I was actually going to use them. Ha. That was a total joke.

I went into my bathroom where I had left clothes for today and my bathroom stuff. As I started brushing my teeth, I looked into the mirror at myself.

I was a rather simple person. I had brown hair, that had a tiny bit of natural curls in it, which went about three inches below my shoulders. My eyes were almost the same brown as my hair, but a tiny bit lighter, framed by my short eyelashes. I was skinny, not that you could tell with the loose cloths I had started to wear that were way too big for me.

All in all, I can't exactly believe why anybody would want to be around me. I mean, my personality sucked. I could clearly understand what Phil thought.

I continued to get ready to leave, by getting dressed, finishing up in the bathroom, packing my last few belongings, and eating breakfast. I was actually somewhat happy to be leaving. Not that I would show it. Not to Phil, and not to anyone else.

By ten to nine, Phil and I were in the front seat of the car, with my suitcases in the back, driving to the airport. Goodbye human civilization, hello town in the middle of nowhere, also known as Forks.

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I got off the plane in a town near Forks. Port something. Angeles? I think so. Something like that, anyways. As I scanned the crowd, I saw people rushing to loved ones, hugging and crying, overjoyed to see them again. If Charlie thought I was going to do something like that, he was horribly mistaken. Smiling at him would be a huge leap for me, let alone crying and hugging and all that shit.

After scanning the crowd for a few minutes, I spotted Charlie, who appeared to be looking around for me, just as I had been doing moments age. I walked over to him and tapped my finger on his shoulder.

"Oh. Hi. Let's go get your bags." He said to me. Excellent. He didn't expect me to shed some tears. That's just who he was.

Instead of making a snide comment, like I would have if Phil had said something like that.

After we had picked up my suitcases we went out to the parking lot. I was about to ask Charlie what car was his, before I found out myself. The police cruiser. Damn. This would be so embarrassing. Well, at least I didn't actually care what people thought.

While we drove from Port something to Forks, Charlie tried to make small talk. When I say tried, I mean attempted to and failed miserably. First, he started off with one of the most general topics: school.

"So, Bella, you're going to be starting school tomorrow. Your old school has already sent all of your stuff to Forks High."

"Forks High?" I asked him in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope." He replied.

Great. It's bad enough that I have to even live in a place like this, but go to a school called Forks High?

Our conversations after that involved Charlie asking me a question, and me giving him a one word answer, until I finally just brought my iPod out of my pocket and shoved the headphones into my ears, telling him clearly that I was done talking.

Authors Note: I know I might have overdone it a bit. Mainly at the beginning. But that's just how I roll.

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