*~AUTHOR'S NOTE~*
This is my first fan fiction, so be easy on me. X] This is my take on these words (quoted straight from the book, New Moon, is in bold): "No. they're all gone. I stayed behind to tell you goodbye." "Alice is gone?" My voice was blank with disbelief.
I felt there was more of a meaning to this than Stephenie Meyers, who is the wonderful, articulate, beautiful woman that gave us this heavenly gift, let us on to know and believe. This is my take on the subject. :)
WARNING!! : This is about love between Alice and Bella that is stronger than friendship. Also, there will be lesbian lemons.
--DarkPixieSelby
Chapter 1: A New Beginning
January 19, 2009. 3:45p.m.
Dear Diary,
I am dead inside. It's been around five months since SHE, my heart…, left me. Well, actually, I think it's been five months… I have no sense of time anymore. No matter how hard I try, the pain is inescapable. My heart was numb for some time, now it's ice cold and if I didn't know that I couldn't live without it beating (Naturally that is, I could always become…no, I can't think of that now. It hurts too badly.), I'd think it had actually stopped. Everyone thinks it was him that did this to me, but I know the horrid truth. I did love him, sure, but I couldn't love him on a level of intimacy that I could love her. For one, I really wasn't that kind of attracted to him. When we kissed before, I'd imagine myself in her arms… Another thing, he wouldn't have been able to control himself around me, but she could, because we'd done some very uncontrollable things in a very controlled manner. Lastly, he was overly moral and that alone hurt me, because of what I am. Oh, what a shame he'd cast upon her and me both! It's not like I gave a rat's ass about it though. I guess, I should get around doing what is needed around the house so that Charlie doesn't get all "fatherly" again. After all, I am a very well-behaved child…
The bell rings a shrill and loud call. "Alright class, read pages 305-375 in Wuthering Heights tonight for your homework assignment. You will have a quiz tomorrow," Mr. Berty, our English teacher said. The noise from the sudden movement jarred me in to reality. I quickly gathered my stuff and headed out of the door as brisk as possible.
I was heading to my locker with my head ducked between my shoulders, huddled over my books. All of a sudden, I snapped. Why the fucking hell am I doing this? I picked my head up and straightened out my back, which I'm surprised doesn't have scoliosis by now. I practically ran to my locker and shoved my books in. Then, I heeled my way down the hall and to the parking lot. My eyes searched frantically for my beat up red truck. There, in between small, compact car and another truck, was my ticket to freedom. Fuck classes.
I threw my truck into reverse and pulled out of the parking lot, not glancing at the small crowd of kids that had just watched me leave. Good. No more nice Bella for them. I smiled smugly to myself and punched the gas, allowing my truck to go as fast out of there as it could possibly take without falling to a million pieces.
I raced towards Charlie's house, knowing he wouldn't be home. I knew exactly what I was going to do.
I parked the truck and jumped out. I ran up the porch steps, managing not to fall even once. Was this from my newly found confidence? I didn't even bother to shut the door, because I knew exactly what I was looking for...my college fund checkbook. What was the point in college anyways? My life is useless now----Stop it! you are a strong, beautiful woman and goddamn it you're gonna start acting like it. I shoved it into my rarely used purse and ran out of the door, pausing only to lock it so Charlie wouldn't, A) Be suspious of intruders, and B) Be suspious of me coming home. I climbed into my truck and headed for the interstate. Seattle, here I come, baby!
*~Additional Note:~*
Please review and tell me what you think is going to happen. I'm interested to see what the readers thinks. Who knows? You might be right! ;) I'll get the next chapterup as soon as I get at least 1 review. Okies!
--Selby