This is my fist ever fanfic! I Love this story amd promice to make it the best i can! Shout-out To ChelseaDagger14 for all the help:) Here goes nothing!
Blind Bella, Chapter one;
"Mom, for the last time, I'll be fine." I assured her for the last time. I heard her breathing speed up with emotion.
"But are you sure? You're condition-" I interrupted her.
"Mom it's been this way for two years. I need to start living." I hugged her. She squeezed me back gently.
"Good luck Bella." She whispered, heartfelt.
I reached my hand out into the darkness. She grabbed it and placed it on her cheek. It was wet with tears.
"Thanks mom. Bye. I love you." I whispered with pain, yet my resolve never wavered. And with that I clutched the flight attendants arm and was lead to the plane.
"Bells!" a familiar voice yelled above the hum of the bustling Seattle air-port. I whipped my head around and faced my dad, Charlie. He embraced me warmly. After thanking the flight attendant for helping, he took my hand and guided me to the police cruiser. I clutched my carry-on item, a parka, to my chest. It was a two-hour drive from Seattle to Forks, Washington.
He started conversation best he could. "So… how are you dealing with… uh…" he stuttered.
I rolled my unseeing eyes. "Just say it out loud Ch-Dad." I quickly corrected myself. I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie directly. "I am blind." I finished for him, might as well say it like it is. There was a lot of awkward silence after that. We discussed the weather, which was wet, as usual. That's Forks for you.
When we got to his house, my house now, he led me around a bit then left me alone. I only dry sobbed once or twice. I wished I could cry real tears. But since the accident... I sighed and put my stuff away. I slowly felt my way down the stairs. At least Charlie doesn't hover. I sighed again. People are probably going to ask a lot of questions. I'll tell them the truth. Two years ago I tripped and fell through a glass door. Not much surprise there, except the glass happened to slice across my face, cutting my eyes and leaving me forever unable to see.
Without a moment's hesitation, I decided to cook dinner, as opposed to just standing there. I loved to work with food. The tastes, the smells…
"Isabella! What are you doing?" my dad spoke loudly. From the sound of his voice, he was by the kitchen door, breathing heavily. I stared into the black oblivion.
"Cooking." I stated simply and felt around the fridge for some vegetables. Renée always wanted me to eat healthy.
"Gosh Dad, we need to go to the store." I could still hear him. He was taking slow, measured breaths.
"Bella. Please don't scare me like that. You can't see. You don't know what you're doing" Charlie spoke to me like I was a misbehaving kindergartener. Like Renée's. Back home.
I exhaled loudly. "Watch me. I can do it." I said stubbornly. Now I really sounded like a little five year old.
Charlie sighed too. "Just be careful Bells." He hesitated for a moment, and by the sound of his voice, turned his head away from me. "I love you. I just don't want to lose you too." He told me shyly. My mom had left my dad when I was an infant. Charlie was never one for sharing his feelings either.
"Love you too." I said to his retreating footsteps and went back to cooking.
Later that evening I slipped going up the stairs. I was clumsy before I lost my sight, but that didn't stop my dad from freaking out. What I wouldn't give to have my vision back. I imagined I would be crying now. Instead, I simply listened to the endless down-pour until I drifted off to sleep.
The next day was school. Yay, I was the new girl. The daughter of the police-chief's flighty ex-wife, who also happened to be blind. I took my stick and felt my way to Charlie's car. He dropped me off at the office with barely more than a goodbye. I ran my figures over my braille map and proceeded to find my first classroom. Several people stopped to help me along the way. Was I really that bad? One was an irritating boy named Mike Newton.
"Hi, I'm Mike", a male voice spoke. I wasn't paying attention so I didn't know which direction to face.
"Speak." I commanded. Hum, that probably sounded a bit weird.
"Uh…" the guy mumbled. "Oh! You're blind." Mike stated stupidly. I ignored that.
"Can you point me to-", I ran my hand over my schedule. "Jefferson, building four?" I looked pleadingly in what I hoped was his general direction.
"Sure.", he said a bit awkwardly and took my elbow. I stiffened and pulled away slightly.
"Which direction is it?" I asked pointedly.
"There." He stated and turned me several degrees to the left. "Walk forward and you'll probably find it." He was quite stiff for someone with such a confident introduction. Welcome to Forks.
I traced the wall to the classroom and out of nowhere a calloused hand grabbed mine and pulled me into the classroom.
"Hello Isabella, I'm Mr. Jefferson, your teacher. You can sit right here." He led me seven steps to the left and I sat in a wooden chair. A few people introduced themselves and I took class notes on my braille typewriter. This pretty much repeated itself in the next two classes until lunch.
"Will you sit with us Bella?" a voice I recognized as the girl Angela called out. She seemed genuinely kind, not solely interested in playing with the shiny new toy.
"Sure." I shrugged. Forks was such a small town that I had hope of finding my way around. I'm sure it won't be anything like the school for the 'visually impaired' in Phoenix. Yuck. At least I have a chance of being normal here. Myself, Angela, and several others all sat at a table for lunch.
"Edward Cullen is staring at you!" a nasal-voiced female squealed. Uh…
"Who's speaking?" I asked into the darkness.
"I'm Jessica. Edward Cullen the hottest guy on the planet, but he doesn't date. I would know" she sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I secretly wondered when this Edward boy had turned her down.
"What does he look like?' I tried to make conversation. It was probably useless. Even before the accident, I just don't relate well to people my age. Or normal humans, period.
"Well…" she began. Her voice was being projected the other way, looking at Edward I assume. "He lives with his adoptive siblings, Alice and Jasper, and Rosalie and Emmett." She chatted effortlessly. I had a feeling, however unkind, that she was a gossiper.
"You say that they're together together." I noticed. Jessica chuckled.
"Dr. Cullen played matchmaker or something. Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids so they just adopted, like, five teenagers." She sniffed as if that lessened their kindness. I had to admit a situation like that would cause talk in Arizona too.
"Can you describe their appearance for me, please?" I wanted to know what the people around me looked like. She hesitated. I sighed. "I was in an accident when I was fifteen." I explained briefly. "I know my colors." I added a bit sarcastically.
"Sure!" Jessica chirped, unfazed. "The whole group is deathly pale, and has these golden-yellow eyes. I heard a rumor that colored contacts were in vogue in Alaska, that's where they moved from. Anyway," she began to drabble. "Emmett is extremely tall and muscular with brown curly hair. Jaspers the same, except a bit thinner. He has blond hair and wears this pained look all the time. They scare me a little. Did I mention they're super-hot?" I tried to picture that, and probably failed.
"Ooh!" someone squealed. "Are you talking about the Cullens?" the girl's voice gushed.
"May I ask who's speaking?" I requested as politely as possible.
"I'm Lauren! So you wanna know what the Cullens look like eh?" she spurted in one breath. I got a feeling she and Jessica got along well. Angela had been silent, but I could sense her presence. Lauren began to talk again. "Rosalie… just picture Barbie, enough said. And Alice, sort of creepy that one. She's really short with spikey black hair. Like a dark Tinkerbelle. And Edward is still staring at you." She ranted. I had the feeling that this Cullen family was a hot topic until I stumbled into town.
"What does Edward look like?" I asked a bit hesitantly. I wasn't really in the mood for a long talk, but I was curious.
Jessica chimed in, "He's bronze-haired, pale, and gorgeous!" her voice shot up two octaves at the word gorgeous. How I wish I could see. I stayed quiet, and the conversation drifted to fashion.
When the bell rang, Angela offered to lead me to my next class, biology. I agreed and held her arm. In the class she already had a seat so Mr. Varner guided me to the last open seat. I put my typewriter and binder on the table. I jumped when something ice-cold touched my arm.
"Sorry." A man muttered. The voice was like velvet. But I was still surprised, for I didn't hear breathing or movement next to me. I squinted into the blackness and reached out my hand.
"Who is this?" I questioned the mellifluous voice.
"I'm Edward Cullen."