Disclaimer: I don't own twilight or its characters. I do however own the non twilight characters in this story.
Prologue
At one stage in every girl's life, they wish for a typical fairytale life with a loving family, wonderful friends as well as their very own prince charming. In this day and age, the wish of a fairytale life is a dream and will stay like that. Nothing ever happens the way you want it to and life always seems unfair. When you feel like your life is finally going the right way, life decides to smack you in the face and bring you down to misery once again. I sat in my room looking into the mirror that once belonged to my mum. I closed my eyes and the scene of my mum's funeral came flooding back.
I watched my mother being carried out of the church by my uncles, the feeling of emptiness and sorrow got stronger in my heart. There was a burning hole inside of me that seemed impossible to heal. The sound of muffled tears from the crowd and the violins filled my head with memories of the short time we had together. Sixteen years of laughter, love and joy, gone forever. I felt my dad's warm and comforting arms around me as the coffin moved past us. We followed it to the front of the church where the black coffin containing my mother was put in the black funeral car. It was a beautiful blue day and the birds were singing. The soft wind blew against the back of my neck sending shivers up my back. I could no longer be as strong and tears finally started falling from my eyes as we bowed our heads for a moment silence. My breathing got harder and the tears were coming faster. The hand around my shoulder got tighter and then I was pulled into a warm hug. I rested my head on my dad's chest as the tears fell onto his black suit. The pain was unbearable, like someone was ripping me in half and then throwing me into a fire were I would be left to burn but not die. The pain of burning will be there forever as I have now lost one part of me.
I opened my eyes and was brought back to my messy, dark and silent room. I could hear the birds sing and chirp in the sky and as I continued to think about what I was going to do next, a small, brown sparrow came and sat on my window seal. I turned to look at the fearless bird that wasn't frightened of me. It started grooming his brown feathers and chirping as it did. Birds would have a much more simple life than us. Free from heartache, rumours and a stupid thing like love. Sure they have their kind of love but nothing as complicated and painful as ours. I moved my arm towards it trying to scare it away, but it didn't move. The stupid thing was still there singing and grooming itself as wasn't flying away. Sparrows were my mum favourite birds. She loved their colour and size and especially loved how they would always fly away when you would go near them because you always got to see how beautiful they were when they flew. This sparrow was a stubborn one. I decided to ignore it and went back to thinking about what I was going to do. My bags where sitting bed all packed and ready. My mum used to tell me that fairy tales exit and I believed her, until that cold and sad day. I, Bella Swan have officially stopped believing in fairy-tales. I took one final look in the mirror and then got up. The sparrow came in and sat on my luggage. I shook my head in annoyance as it decided to start singing once again but then it stopped. It stared at me, like it just stared like it was trying to get a message through.
"What?" I asked. I laughed at the thought that I was talking to a bird. I looked back at it with my hands on my hips. As I stared back at it, I somehow saw signs of my mum in it. It's stubbornness, the singing and not being scared of anything. The bird was silent and still and its coal black eyes were fixed on mine.
"Mum?" I asked. It let out a short but sweet chirp and then flew off out the window. I watched it fly away and then sighed. With my passport in hand, I collected my bags and walked to my dad's bedroom. I slipped a note explaining everything underneath his door and then silently walked out of the house. I knew I had to do this. I was following my heart and that's what everyone tells you to do right? Sure, I'm only seventeen but unfortunately, I know what true love is. I had to find him and tell him everything. Even if he didn't feel the same, he had to know it all and I had to do it in person. Like a morning sun, I felt the eyes of the sparrow followed me as I made my trip to the airport.