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Day 1: Saturday: A Bubble Bath

As I lay back onto the overly-plush bed I try to force my body to relax. But its no use because my breath is still hitched in my throat and there's an undeniable tension in my body. I don't know why I feel so tense. But I'm on edge. I shudder.

I should be exhausted from the long flight plus the drive but there is no way I'm falling asleep. There is an unexplainable, gloomy charge in the air.

This place is creepy.

I have no solid reason for saying this. The Cullen Mansion is nothing out of the ordinary. Its not the type of house you would see in Scooby-Doo rerun. No Cobwebs. No Gargoyles. No coffins. Thank God. The Cullen Mansion is more like a house you'd see in Beverly Hills. Big and full of tasteful decor straight out of an IKIA catalogue. But from the moment I stepped foot threw the door I could feel it. The strange, eerie, dark energy in the air.

OK. So I know how it sounds. Dark energy? What exactly does that even mean? I honestly can't say, but this deep set feeling of dread is something I cant shake.

Esme and Carlisle were nice enough. They weren't creepy. Just their house. Esme was just as Renee had said she would be. Kind, sweet, and beautiful. And Renee hadn't exaggerated on Carlisle's looks. Both were beyond hospitable. They were an incredibly happy couple considering...events of the past. But what kind of people allow a 17 year old girl they hadn't seen since in diapers stay in their home for an entire summer?

Renee had warned against asking Esme and Carlisle too many questions and I would never under any circumstances mention him.Their son.

I feel the hairs rise on my arms and I can't lay down a moment longer so I jump to my feet and decide to take a long steamy bath. I go to my unpacked suit case, rifle through my things until I find my PJ's then head to the bathroom. One perk of moving in with super rich friends of your parents that you have never met; my own bathroom. I step into the spacious bathroom leaving to the bathroom door open.

Is it normal to be creeped out for no reason? If this house had an aura it would be a dingy black color. And I don't even believe in auras.

I turn the handle to the tub on full blast until the water is almost scolding hot. I glance around the bathroom until my eyes land on a bottle of bubbles. Yes. I could definitely use a bubble bath. As I squeeze nearly half the contents of the bottle into the bathtub I wonder why there's bubble bath in the guest bathroom. Did Esme put this here for me? I take a deep breath. Mmmmm! Vanilla.

I slip off my clothes and slowly edge my way into hot water. By now the entire bathroom is so steamy it's as if someone had turned on a fog machine. I grimace as I melt into the shape of the tub. The steam has done little to ease my feeling of dread.

After washing my hair I reach over and grab the sponge sitting on the edge of the tub and rub soap into it before I begin to wash myself. As I rhythmically scrub the soapy sponge against my skin my mind tracks back to Esme and Carlisle. I wonder what they are doing this time of night. Probably asleep.

It's so quiet. The only noise to be heard is the small splashing of my sponge rubbing against my skin and dipping back into the soapy water.

Out of nowhere the scary feeling in my gut deepens and its suddenly colder in the bathroom. It's was almost..chilly? I shiver as I sink deeper into the hot water until my nose is barely above the surface. Why is it suddenly so cold in this bathroom?

The steam in the bathroom is slowly dispersing until there is no fog at all. Its so odd I just sit there in the hot water. The fog on the miror above the sinks has melted away and my eyes catch my reflection as I shakily stand to my feet, letting the hot water and bubbles roll down my body and chill.

My mouth slightly hanging open and my eyes are wide. They say what my mind is thinking. What they hell? I quickly fix my expressions because I look like an idiot. I'm probably over-reacting. Its probably just a change in the air conditioning.

It's not until I step out of the tub my eyes still on my reflection that I see it.

That I see him.

I don't actually see his face just the shape of his body. I can see him in the mirror through the door I left open. He's standing in the guest room, my room right next to my open suitcase.

I don't know why I don't scream. There's a man in my room! It's as if my voice is completely gone.

Then I blink and he's gone. Like gonegone. Vanished. Disappeared. No longer there.

I rush into the room a spin around expecting him to pop up from behind the bed but the room is completely vacant. What? Was I seeing things now? This house was seriously messing with my head. I scratch my head and stand there a moment longer as if trying to figure out a Soduko puzzle. After a few moments I realize that I'm standing in the middle of the bedroom naked with suds dripping down my ass with my mouth agape like a fish. I come to the conclusion that I must be sleep deprived and I turned around to go back into the bathroom.

I quickly pat myself down with a thick white towel and put on my PJ's. My pulse is still slightly fast as I climb into the bed but I try my best ignore it. I resist the urge to bury my head under to soft covers to hide myself. If Jasper were here he'd joke and call me chicken shit and tell me to grow a pair. My hand hesitates as I reach for the bedside lamp. I haven't been scared of the dark since I was seven. So why are my hands shaking?

I can't stop the sudden resentment I feel towards Renee for sending me here. If it weren't for her I'd still be down in Phoenix probably sneaking out to go hang out with Jazz. Which is exactly why my mom sent me down here in the first place. She'd said I needed a new "atmosphere" and to make new friends. I spent way to much time with "that Jasper boy" according to my mother who deemed him a bad influence. I knew the true reason why Renee had shipped me off for the summer was because she worried I would end up knocked up with Jasper kid by the end of the summer. And her solution; separation. Suddenly it was great time to visit my "aunt and uncle" who hadn't seen me since I was a baby.

My mom was too judgemental to start with. When she saw Jasper all she saw was his motorcycle boots, constant black attire, and the tribbal tatoo that adorned his arm. With one glance at him she I meditatley wrote him off as a "bad boy". But if she gave him the time of day she'd see he was so much more then just his exterior. He had been my only friend through middle school and highschool. I didn't make friends easily. I'm not sure what it is about me that most people find unapealing. Maybe I'm just to awkward or wierd. Whatvever it is, Jazz has always been able to see past it.

But Renee simply didn't understand Jasper and my relationship. If she did then she wouldn't be worrying about me getting knocked up. I can't say for sure if our relationship was exactly platonic. We constantly in eachother's company and had shared a few kisses but it ended there. Just friends.

Finally my eyes grow heavy and like a chicken I leave the lamp on.

Just as I'm barely holding on to consciousness I feel strangest sensation of a hand gently brush my cheek. But by this point I'm to far gone to do anything but fall asleep.

A/N: Short chapter, I know, but it's just to get the story started. Starts off kinda dark but I promise, it lightens chapters I write are between 3,000 to 5,000 words. Please review and let me know what I need to fix. Thanks for reading.

Next Chapter: Day 2: Sunday: Cookies and a Photograph