Authors Note: All Twilight characters, settings, etc. are owned by the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. Sophia Beaulieu is alllll mine J This first chapter is just an intro into Sophia's world. Don't worry, those characters that you have all come to know and love will make their appearance in the next chapter. This is my first FanFiction story, I'm excited to share my story with you and hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it.
Chapter 1:
What was taking so long??? You'd figure that there wouldn't be this many people in a Seven Eleven this late at night. Especially in a small town like Winthrop, WA. I looked at the clock again, 3:13 a.m. My stomach growled and I looked down at the bag of chips I held in my hand. Do you think they'd mind too much if I just tore this open and started eating it now? Probably, I sighed and decided to just suck it up.
The man behind me cleared his throat, again. He's been doing that every minute since he stepped in line. Is he trying to get my attention? God I hated public places. Years ago I had tried to just disconnect myself from society entirely but had failed miserably. There was just no possible way I could avoid the whole world. Finally, the man behind me spoke up,
"Um, excuse me…"
I turned around to face him. He must've been in his early 30's medium build about 6'2", not too bad looking. He wore his dark brown hair in a way that said "I'm way too cool to even consider using a brush in the morning" . You know the do. I however know exactly how much time he spent making sure every strand was perfectly out of place. He hadn't even looked me in the eyes yet, he was too busy checking out the rest of me. Way to make me feel uncomfortable guy.
Suddenly the tunic length black tube top and dark blue skinny jeans I was wearing felt like hardly anything at all .My cheeks felt hot, I must be blushing like crazy. If he only knew not to waste his time. This is exactly why I didn't want to stop, especially this late at night. I thought I'd be use to this by now. It happens so much, I never quite understood it myself. I know I'm not like them, I really wish I knew exactly WHAT I was, but that's still something I'm trying to figure out. I've always tried to wear my hair the same way. In long, thick dark brown waves to the middle of my back. Although, I did attempt to put my hair in finger waves back when that was popular. I'd like to think my little slip up there was due to the fact that, that's when my life as I know it NOW began. I've smartened up since then. All these years I haven't changed a bit. I've always been 5' 7", 121 pounds (exactly, always). My skin as always been smooth and flawless, except for the two scars running down my back. But, no one has ever seen those and I have no idea where I got them from.
It's not everyday you wake up in 1935 not knowing who you are, or where you're from. Luckily it didn't take me long to realize I was different. I woke up in a small one room apartment on 142 East 18th Street in New York City, with just a trunk full of possessions that I assumed were mine. Among the valuables in the trunk was a tin can full of money, which in that day was more than an American made in 3 years time. So, I kept to myself leaving my apartment only when absolutely necessary . 1935 wasn't exactly an ideal time to start a life in. The Nazi's had just rejected the treaty of Versailles and introduced compulsory military service. They enacted laws against the Jewish people to prevent what they called "Racial Pollution" and at the same time, started a breeding program to produce an Aryan Super Race. Horrible. Not to mention the United States was right in the middle of the Great Depression. Why couldn't I wake up in the 80's…big hair, neon colors, and punk rock.
My body type fits in better with today's society than it did when I "woke up". How I wished to have hips like Bettie Page! These days girls were looking at ME with envy. Strange. I didn't pry, but sometimes I caught glimpses of their thoughts "Beautiful, perfect, radiant, bitch" . I always liked that last one. But, I never understood how someone could automatically be a bitch because they're considered good looking. These people confused me so much!
My face has remained the same milky complexion, easily blushed cheeks. Full lips, perky nose. It was always my eyes that got people. And now this man decided to finally meet them, he lost his breath and thankfully whatever cool façade he was trying to attempt. He opened his mouth but the only thing that managed to come out was a small squeak,
I smiled wide "Is there something you needed to ask me?"
He just stood there staring so I started to turn back around when he blurted out, "Your eyes…I've never seen anyone with such green eyes."
I smiled again and laughed, "They're actually colored contacts."
He smiled back then and seemed convinced, so I turned back around and stepped up to the counter. Finally! I could've wait to tear into this food! The sales girl rang up my chips and the candy bar I threw in last minute and took my credit card. After the card went through she handed it back with a smile,
"Thank you Miss Beaulieu, have a good night!"
I returned her smile while I put my card back in my wallet, " It's Sophia, you have a great night as well, " I quickly looked at her name tag, "Melissa".
I quickly left the store, the sooner I'm alone again the better. The night was absolutely beautiful, 72 degrees with the smell of summer in the air. Maybe I'll stay here for a couple of days. I had been driving aimlessly for 3 days now and I was exhausted. The last place I'd been was Providence, RI. I found a few bars who were willing to pay me to sing a few nights and do what I loved, then I moved on. It's what I've always done once I decided hiding out in my apartment wasn't going to cut it without some sort of income. That's when I decided to ditch the apartment and live on the road. That way I wouldn't have to make any close friends, since I was never in one place for very long.
I walked up to my car and dug my keys out of my purse. My car was my pride and joy, I figured as much time as I spent driving around and pretty much living of out my car I might as well indulge. The 63' Lincoln Convertible glimmered under the lights of the parking lot. It had suicide doors, black on black paint, thick white walls. God I loved this car.
I was about to put the key into the lock when I noticed the girl sitting in the car next to mine. She was looking down at her phone while her fingers quickly moved over the keys, her face lit up from the phone's light. I'm glad I'm not the only loner out tonight, although at least she has someone to talk to. I didn't own a phone, I figured it'd be pointless since I have absolutely no one to talk to. Most times it doesn't bother me, but there have been nights when I've cried myself to sleep desperate from some kind of human interaction. That's when my chest started to tightened, was this really going to happen now?! I felt my body temperature rise and my body start to shake. Then everything came to me all at once,
I saw her arguing with an older man, I FELT it when he reached out and hit her hard across the face. It was a boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend now. I saw everything that happened after that, her getting close with an old guy friend. The time they spent together, the way he made her feel. That must be who she's texting now. Yes. It is. I saw her ex-boyfriend watching from afar the days following her new relationship. His anger and jealousy building until it was full blown rage. A man hiding that he has done much, MUCH more than just hit women. I saw her leaving here and going home. Walking into her dark house thinking nothing out of the ordinary, and him stepping out of the shadows. The light shinning off the knife he held in his hand, and then I FELT it. The pain as he drove the knife into her chest once, twice, three times. Over and over and over…
I finally snapped out of it. My face was wet from tears, and the girl in the car was looking at me now instead of her phone. She rolled down her window,
"Holy shit! Are you ok?! You were screaming!"
I looked down at my shaking hands, then back up at her. "Don't go home".
Confusion swept over her face, "What? Why? Do I know you?"
I quickly leaned forward and grabbed her hands. She jumped back, but then held on as the visions surged from me to her.
I showed her what I saw making sure to not leave out any details, then pulled my hands away. She just sat there, her face white as a sheet. Did she see? Say something! I couldn't take it anymore, I reached in and gently shook her,
"Did you see? Please tell me you saw it!"
Her eyes slowly moved to meet mine, she was crying.
"I saw. I saw everything. Who the hell are you??!!"
I shook my head and started moving towards the drivers side door of my car,
"I'm sorry. It doesn't matter. Just don't go home."
I opened the door and dropped into the seat. I didn't want her asking anymore questions. I started the car and sped out of the parking lot hoping she'd end up listening to me.
The Following Night:
After I left the girl in the parking lot last night I made the decision to actually stop at a Motel to get some rest. I couldn't sleep in my car tonight. I felt physically and emotionally drained. The "visions" ,if you want to call them that, always drained me. It feels like with each vision I've left a piece of myself behind. Soon I'd be nothing. It had been a week since I'd last had one. Most of the time they're not so bad, and I've had some absolutely pointless ones. I've seen glimpses of women who lock their keys in their car, men who get caught cheating or have their porn stash discovered. Kids who misplace their favorite toys. I keep these to myself. No sense in people asking too many questions, especially the cheaters. If you're cheating then you really deserve to get caught. I never understood love or lust, maybe it's just because I have never experienced it myself.
Then there's the bad ones. The ones in which I don't know what to do. I've always tried to help them out, until one night in Denver I was playing a show and caught a glimpse of one of the younger girls sitting over at the bar. She was sitting with three other girls, all in their early twenties. She must've been on her six or seventh drink, I could just SMELL the drunk on her. She was just lighting up a cigarette when I saw it. Only three years from now she'd be diagnosed with lung cancer. I saw her suffering, and her families pain as they bury her at the young age of 25. When I went over to her and told her all I got was a slap in the face and threats of more bodily harm. After that night, I decided I'd try to steer clear of situations like that.
Sleeping in a bed last night never really ended up helping. I had the dreams again…the ones I've had for as long as I can remember. I can never remember exactly what the dreams are about, but I will never forget the faces I see in them. The most beautiful faces I've ever seen. There's nine of them all together. Even though the dreams usually fade by midmorning I can still see their eyes, their gorgeous golden eyes.
I keep thinking someday I'll figure out why I've always had these dreams. I feel like I'm suppose to be with these people, like they're my family. But, I've never had a family or anyone who was just more than a acquaintance so I don't know why I feel so strongly that one would just happen to fall right into my lap.
Tonight would be the last night I spent in Winthrop. I found a bar called Three Fingered Jacks Saloon, and thought it sounded interesting enough to stop in for a drink before I said goodbye to this town forever. I sat by myself in a booth at the back of the bar, but still close enough to see the TV. The nightly news was coming on and I wanted to make sure there was no mention of some late night murder.
The waitress came over to me with a smile,
"What can I get for you?"
I smiled back, "Scotch on the rocks please"
She gave me a strange look, I guessed my drink of choice wasn't something a "young lady" would ever order. Little does she know, I'm not so young. She considered me for a minute,
"Ok, do you have an I.D on you?"
I wanted to laugh, really. Instead I just handed it to her. She looked at it, then back at me,
"Date of Birth"
I smiled "October 10th 1988"
She nodded and handed it back to me. Thankfully I had remembered exactly which I.D I handed her. I had about 20 of them in my car.
The news started right when she returned with my drink. I downed it in two big gulps, I love how scotch goes down so smooth. The anchor lady started out with the normal fluff, apparently there's a cat over at some retirement home in Seattle who can sense when someone will die. Interesting., but I highly doubt that. The news continued with mention of a store that had been held up late last night…but no mention of the vision I had. It's good to know some people still have faith in others. I was about to get up to leave when she started on the last story of the night. Hardly anything that would normally be interesting, but when I heard the name of the town I froze.
"This weekend the Forks Spartans will be headed to the all state championship game…"
I walked up to the TV to get a closer look at the news reporter standing in front of the Forks city limits sign. Every dream I've had over the past 75 years came back to me. I remembered. All of it. After quickly handing the bartender a 20 I rushed out. I know where I have to go, I'm finally going home to my beautiful nightmare.
Hey everyone, I decided to update this chapter and add a few more details. If you have never read this before then just ignore this post. Please let me know what you think. Comments always make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside
