Hey everyone. So, Bella has a twin named Belice. Belice Swan is deaf. Her and Bella are off to Forks, Washington. Like their mother, they don't exactly like Forks. But they do, so, just as in Stephanie Meyer's version, so Renee can be with Phil. What happens when they meet the Cullens?
Where I got the inspiration for this story was my friend Belice and me, surprisingly. Both of us are hearing impaired, but we're definitely proud! On a few of the Facebook Twilight pages that I admin, I'm hosting Month of The Deaf celebration in February and wanted to write this story. So far, I'm not quite sure where this will go. But I have a feeling. And it's a good feeling! Now, read! :P
Prologue
Belice POV
My eyes avoided my sister - my twin. I was afraid to look at her. I was scared, and I knew she was, too. Without looking at her face, I reached over to hold her ivory hand in mine. At my touch, she squeezed lightly. I looked out the window on my side, watching the busy streets and enjoying the bitter warmth of the sun. I was no longer going to see any of this, ever. Neither was my twin. I repeated her actions, softly tightening my grip on her wrist. I felt her index finger trace the outline of my knuckles, then a tap. I knew what this meant. I had since I was old enough to understand reality. Know that there was something else out there that I didn't have, and never would. When I looked up, a bolt of pain hit my chest. I choked back the sobs, and watched her with bravery.
She signed to me. W-H-A-T I-S W-R-O-N-G Her face showed confusion and worry. I signed back. I-T W-I-L-L N-E-V-E-R B-E T-H-E S-A-M-E A-G-A-I-N I frowned, and sighed, but I didn't hear it. I couldn't. She signed again. I-T W-I-L-L B-E O-K-A-Y I wanted so bad to believe her, I did, but a shield around my heart that I had never known was there until now refused to let me. I sighed, another soundless sigh to me, and shook my head. She sunk back into her seat, her hand still holding onto mine protectively. I tugged uselessly, but she didn't let my hand go. The frown on my lips deepened, but I felt myself begin to float into her love.
Her head snapped up, and I knew my Mom was talking. After a moment, I, again, felt her trace the outline of my knuckle then tap. I looked up, and another bolt of pain hit me. She ignored it, but worry was again written on her face. She signed. A-L-M-O-S-T T-H-E-R-E I nodded, and sat up straighter than I had the whole ride from our little house in Phoenix, Arizona, to the airport. I ran a pale hand through my dark red hair lazily. She copied my actions, through her brown hair. It was the one difference besides my deafness and her hearing: our hair colors. I faked a weak smile at her, and she returned it, just as fake and weak.
The car stopped, and I leaned forward, tugging my hand back from my twin's. She ran her finger against my knuckle and tapped again. I looked up. H-E-L-P M-E G-E-T O-U-R B-A-G-S I nodded, opening my backseat door and getting out. I helped her open the trunk of our Mother's Honda, grabbing my own bag. She grabbed her own. Setting my bag down for the moment, I wrapped my arms around my Mom, who had been standing next to me. Her arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I didn't want to escape from her embrace, but I knew I had to. I pulled back, and signed 'I Love You' to her. She copied, smiling sadly. The same with Bella, though they spoke.
Our Mother signed G-O-O-D-B-Y-E G-I-R-L-S then 'I Love You' while at the same time, I guessed, saying it, as well. We both sent her a signed 'I Love You' and went on our way.
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