So this idea has absolutely refused to leave my head. It came to me as soon as I woke up today and it's relentless with wanting to be let out. Hence, I am here now posting yet another story. I have my work cut out for me, but I am going to do my best.

I want to warn everyone before you read this that this will definitely be a bit darker than my other two stories. So bare with me please. Thank you and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot. All else is SM's...even, though, part of me wishes it could be mine.

Prologue

My whole body froze as I heard the sound of the old, rusted door being opened ever so slowly and as quietly as the person or thing opening it could. On the outside, I was frozen in fear. But on the inside, I was shaking uncontrollably. I knew exactly what time it was, even without having a clock anywhere near me. My body was use to the same thing at the same time every single morning, afternoon, and night. It was always like clockwork.

Tears fell freely and quickly out of my eyes and down my face. I tried my best to wipe them away and keep more from falling. I knew what the tears would cause. It was already bad enough I was in this situation, it'd be worse to not try and stop something that would make it even worse. And I knew for a fact that tears would only make it worse. I learned that fact the hard way, first-handedly.

I shut my eyes and squeezed them as tightly as possible as I curled up into the fetal position in the corner of the room and waited for what I was sure was to come. To my complete and utter surprise nothing happened to me. I listened as intently as possible and heard nothing that gave me the sense that I should be afraid. All I heard was the sound of quiet, shuffling footsteps. The shuffling footsteps were closing in on me with each and every second that passed by.

I nervously swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat as the shuffling footsteps suddenly stopped beside me. Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened my eyes and tilted my head to look up at the person standing above me. I was shocked to find a clearly human woman standing above me. At this point, I couldn't put a name to her face even if I tried. I was too worn out both physically and mentally to do so. But based on the look in her eyes, I knew that she was someone that I could trust.

"Come on," the woman whispered to me, bending down and taking my arm in her hand, helping me off the ground.

"Oh god!" I moaned out loud at the sharp pain that coursed through me the moment I put any pressure on my cramped up bones.

"Shhh!" the woman exclaimed, quickly putting a hand over my mouth. "I am getting you out of here, but you need to keep quiet so we don't alert them and screw this up. Understand?"

I nodded quickly as I began jumping for joy inside as soon as I heard her say that she was getting me out of here. I was so relieved. It had been way too long since I'd seen the world. I wanted so badly to just go home. I wanted to see my dad again. I wanted to see Billy. I wanted to see the entire pack, Paul included. And most of all, I wanted nothing more than to see my Jacob, my sun. They, especially him, were the only things I thought of that kept me fighting for so long.

"I'm going to sneak you up to the lobby," the woman informed me. "Do you remember how you got in here?" she asked me, walking me silently and cautiously out of the room and down the hallway.

I nodded my head. I did remember. How could I not? I had dreamed of the pathway to freedom for so long now. It was honestly all I dreamed about anymore. Well freedom and him. The only good part of each day was finally succumbing to the immense pain and drifting of into dreamland where I could see him. Where I could feel safe, if only for a while at a time.

Once we got up to the lobby, the woman turned to me. "I know it hurts to move on your own, but I can't take you any farther without possibly getting caught myself. I have a friend waiting outside for you. Go with her. She'll nurse you back to health, physically and mentally, and then you can go home...to Jacob," she said his name with a smile.

"How do you know..." I started to ask.

"You always said his name in your sleep," she answered, still smiling. "Now go! Hurry! You don't have much time before they realize you're gone."

I nodded and stumbled forward. The pain was almost unbearable to the point where I just wanted to collapse and say forget it, but I pushed through it. Freedom was so close. Pain be damned for now. The adrenaline that came with being free very soon and thought of freedom fueled my fire and after what felt like a horrible hike up the snowiest and steepest mountain, I found myself outside. I immediately fell forward into the arms of another woman; I assumed she was the friend that the first woman had said was waiting for me.

"Miss, stay with me," the second woman, a short, petite blonde, said. "I'm Bridget," she introduced herself, putting an arm around me to hold me up.

"Bella," I replied in barely a faint whisper as I tried to keep my eyes open.

"You're safe now," was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

That was about eight and a half months ago. I physically healed within a month and a half; well as much as I could heal. But mentally it took me about seven months, give or take. I would never be completely healed mentally, but I was close enough. It was not surprising that mental scarring was so much more worse than physical scarring could ever dream of being.

Now I was finally ready to go home. To see the ones I foolishly left behind. To see the ones who did nothing but love me and help me through the hard times. I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been only a year ago. My, oh, my, how I've changed. Surviving a horrible ordeal was all it took for me to grow up quickly and finally realize just how much living really meant to me.

I was finally going home. I was going home to live my life as if there was nothing more I wanted to do, which there really wasn't. My view on life was different now. Life is much too precious to give it up willingly. And I'd always remember that each and every day from now on.

There you have it! The Prologue. Review, please! I am excited to read your thoughts!