Title: Gravity.
Author: That's My Pen Name.
Pairing: Bella/Alice (FemSlash, so if you're not comfortable with it, I suggest you don't read it).
Rated: PG for now. Might change in the future though. I'll warn.
Summary: Forks was never my favorite place in the world. Not until I met her, anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, Stephenie Meyer and Summit Entertainment do. I don't get money from this, is just a hobby.
Author's Note: There are a few things I'd like to say here. First, I'm brazillian. I do have someone looking over the chapters, but forgive any mistakes that might have slipped. Second, Jasper and Alice don't have a love relationship on this story. Yes, they had a past together, but not a present, and definitely not a future. Edward is in the story, but I don't know if I'm keeping him. He's starting to annoy me. And Jacob Black won't be making an appearance as far as I know. That might change, but for now it'll be like that. :) And third, comments are appreciated. Constructive criticism too. And I think that's all. Enjoy!
Prologue - And I can not accept that everything that is real, is only what our eyes can see and our hands can feel.
I've never given much thought to how I would die.
Granted, at the age of 17, I wasn't expecting death. And even if I was, I would never imagine that death would come in such beautiful faces. So inviting. I could never run from that, even if I wanted to. And the thought of wanting to was insane.
I embraced death as it came my way, but I was never prepared to what came after death.
Pain. More excruciating than anything I've ever felt, and I've had a fair share of pain in my life. How could a creature so beautiful inflict so much pain? Was I going to hell?
I was never a bad daughter. My mother and father never complained about me, not even once. I was the daughter-in-law that every single woman in our small town wanted to have. I had boys falling for me, top grades at school. I was even a volunteer at the local hospital. I attended church every Sunday. Never missed one. Sure if there was anyone who deserved to go to heaven, I was positive that it was me.
So why? What had I done to deserve this?
I could see the face of my killer. I still couldn't ignore the fact that she looked like an angel. So beautiful. If I was really in hell, then why did I have an angel with me?
I was sure that there was something wrong, but I couldn't really pay attention to anything else but my pain. I could hear screams, and I was sure they were mine. I didn't have the power to control them.
Mom and Dad lied unconscious on the floor next to me. Dead?
I wouldn't know.
Was I dead? Was this some kind of trial? Was God testing my faith?
Questions ran through my mind as one last scream echoed in the house...
And then everything was black.