Summary: Bella sees death. Technically. If she touches something or someone that connects to a murder (including the victim) and sees what happened. What happens when she meets the Cullens?

BPOV

The trial was on a Tuesday.

My mom's boyfriend, Phil, killed her. I wasn't there but I said I was. I told the cops I saw the whole thing. I said I saw him break into the house. Renee told me to hide; I hid in the closet, leaving the door cracked. I said I saw him torture her for what seemed like hours and then slit her throat. I said I waited until I was sure he was gone before I called 911. In reality, none of that happened.

Renee had just broken up with Phil. She told me to go see a movie so I didn't have to see her crying. She loved him, but after a few months, he turned abusive. When I came home at eleven forty-five, I found her mangled body lying in front of the couch. Before I called the authorities, I touched her.

When I touch somebody or something that is in any way connected with a murder or an accident, I see what happened. I see the killer and how their victim died. So technically I wasn't lying. I did see my mother die. I just didn't see it first hand. I told them everything, they arrested Phil, and now I have come to testify.

I told my story all over again, leaving out some of the detail. I was trying not to puke at the images whenever I looked at Phil.

He got a life sentence, no chance of parole.

Before he they took him away, he whispered to me, "I'll make sure you pay for this if it's the last thing I do." I went back to the hotel I was staying at, the house was still a crime scene, and sobbed for the rest of the night.

The next day I was on a plane to Washington.

Since I have no other relatives in Arizona, I have to move to the small town of Forks, Washington to live with my dad, Charlie. I haven't seen him in years. Well, unless you count the funeral, but we didn't talk there.

When I walked off the plane, Charlie enveloped me in a hug. "I love you, Bells," he said kissing the top of my head. When he let go I noticed I had a tear running down my face; it wasn't my tear.

The ride to the house was silent. We didn't say anything and I for one didn't want to. If I said anything I think I would burst into tears. I've been crying to much lately.

Charlie's house was the same as it was when I was little. It was the same color Renee painted it. Everything I looked at reminded me of her.

I went straight to my room and buried myself in the blankets.

I met the Adonis on a Friday. Or I thought he was an Adonis at first. I was way wrong.

I went through my first class trying not to touch anybody. I didn't think anybody in this school committed murderer but I also didn't want to freak out on my first day and have everybody thing I was a freak. Some guy had to come up and introduce himself.

"Hi, I'm Mike" he said sticking his hand out.

I hesitantly took his hand. I tried not to cringe at the flashes. He was in a car accident. He was knocked unconscious so he didn't see much but it was still pretty gruesome. He brother died instantly.

"Bella" I whispered.

"So what's your next class?" as long as I didn't touch him anymore I could stand being around him. He was nice but he wasn't my Adonis.

When lunch came I sat with Angela, a girl in my English class. She was as pure as you could get. No accidents or murders. Hell, from what I've seen I don't think she cusses. That's where I first saw him.

He was lanky, with pale skin. He had the strangest bronze colored hair and coal black eyes. My Adonis.

He was with four other people. They all had pale skin and black eyes. Besides that they looked nothing alive.

"Who are they?" I asked quietly trying to sound nonchalant.

"The Cullens," a girl in my trig class said. "Don't waist your time. They are all like together. Except for Edward"

"The one with the bronze hair that you were staring at" Angela added.

I grimaced. "Was it that obvious?" they both nodded. Great. At least they were honest. I glanced back over at my Adonis and he was staring at me with a perplexed expression. I looked down at the table. I still felt his stare.

Lunch ended and I went to my last class, Biology. I walked in and there sat my Adonis. He was at the only lab table with an empty seat. Why me? The teacher handed me the books and our hands touched. An elderly woman in a coma, he told the doctors to pull the plug.

I suppressed the urge to tell him I was sorry for what he would think was no reason.

When I sat down next to my Adonis he stiffened. He didn't even look like we was breathing. He hands were gripping the table. I could've sworn I heard wood crack. What the hell? Edward glared at me through the whole class. To say I was uncomfortable would be an understatment. When the bell rang he was out the door before anyone could move.

My Adonis hates me.

so I had another random thought bubble. Let's see how far it goes. Review if you want a teaser. Tell me if I should continue this or not.

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