I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply through my nose. Calm down, I told myself, you are in an airport with tons of security, nothing is going to mess with you. I opened my eyes and looked at the scene around me. There wasn't really a ton of people, I guess that comes with the whole small town thing. That was a plus right, less people to worry about killing you? I sound deranged. Who the hell thinks about this type of stuff? I just need to act normal. I repeated the phrase three times in my mind and started walking through the airport confidently with my luggage rolling on the ground behind me.

"Bella!" someone yelled, and I jumped about five feet in the air. I looked around quickly in the direction of the voice, ready to sprint away at any moment.

"Hey kid, relax, it is just me, your father," said my dad, AKA the police chief of this little town. I immediately let my posture relax as we started walking out the airport.

"Oh, hey dad!" I said, trying to be as cheery as possible, "How have you been?"

"Good, things are slow around here, as usual. How is Renee and the new husband coming along?"

"Fine, she seems to really like Phil, even though he is a little young." I said, rolling my eyes. Phil was a man that Renee had recently married. He was nice, and seemed like someone that could keep her alive when I was gone.

"That good," he said while putting my luggage in the back seat of the car, "But, how have you been, sweetie? I haven't seen you since the um, accident." He said, and I froze. I felt my breath come out in short gasps and mentally reminded myself to remain calm. They aren't here; they aren't going to hurt you.

"I have been f-fine." I chocked out, stuttering, "A lot better since the last time you saw me."I grimaced at the memory. The last time he had seen me I had been in the hospital.

"Well, that is good." He said, obviously uncomfortable at talking about memories that might make me have a mental breakdown. We got in the car, and he turned the music on to some old country station. I sighed and rested my head on the window, pretending I was asleep so I didn't have to answer any probing questions. Soon enough, I had succumbed to sleep.

"Honey, wake up!"Yelled Charlie, "We are at the house!" I unwillingly at up and looked around at the house I was going to be living in. I looked the same. I got out and headed towards the back of the car for my luggage.

"I already took care of that. It is in your room" Charlie informed me.

"Oh, thanks. I am just, um going to get unpacked." I said, and awkwardly walked into the house, feeling my father's eyes burning holes into my back.

I went through the kitchen and looked around; obviously my dad is still caught in the eighties. This just goes to show how Charlie is still not over my mom. Everything looks so outdated and old. I wonder if any of the appliances still work. I looked closely at the oven, there was dust on it. I guess no one really cooks around here. I laughed at my father's ineptness and went to the living room.

This was a huge change from the kitchen. The living room was had a flat screen TV, a huge sofa, and a recliner. It was worn in, and apparently where Charlie spent most of his time due to the stains on the sofa cushions. I looked at the coffee table and noticed three remotes. There is no way in the world I am ever going to figure this TV out. I guess I will just have to read. I made my way upstairs, pausing to look in the bathroom. It looked safe enough; there were no signs of mold or male hairs from limb of the bodies in it. I sighed and walked to my room.

Wow, it looked the exact same as it had last time I came down here to Forks, 4 years ago. It was yellow, a hideous color to make a room, and had stupid little baby furniture. I groaned. Why did Charlie feel the need to keep everything in the house the same since my mother left (excluding the living room)? It was just another flaw to Charlie, he hangs on to stuff way too long.

I sighed and began to unpack.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock beeping. I clumsily tried to find out, and knocked it over in the process. I groaned, why did Charlie have to sign me up for school? Couldn't I just be homeschooled? I rolled out of bed, blindly grabbed some clothes and changed. I looked in the mirror and sighed at my long wavy brown hair, it was ridiculous. It looked like I had a static balloon rubbed through hair. I grabbed a comb and tried to tame the beast.

After about five minutes it looked good enough, so I went the bathroom. I caught my reflection in the mirror. I wonder what the other girls at school will think of me. I am not that pretty, at least I don't think. I have big brown eyes that make me look innocent and sort of like a doe if I were comparing to animals. I sighed. Don't we all wish we could be like those supermodels on TV?

I tilted my head to side and examined the scar on my neck. It was long, about six inches, and probably a centimeter wide. It was also ugly, little ripples of skin in the middle that never came back right. I ran my fingers across the surface and closed my eyes.

I looked into the eyes of the man in front of me, trying to suppress my fear. He smiled menacingly.

"What do we have here?" he said, tightening the straps on my wrist that were keeping me tied down to the table, "A little girl? Does this little girl want to play with me?" He asked. I shook my head, and the movement caused the wrist guards to cut into my skin. I felt a trickle of blood slide down my arm and whimpered.

"Ahh, look at this," he said grabbing my wrist, "the blood of a little girl, look at the color. I personally think that it is the most beautiful color in the world. Do you agree?" he said, his face nearing mine while pointing to my wrist. I shook my head violently, feeling the pull of the cloth on my skin.

"Well, I want to see it; I think that it is a most appealing color. It looks very good with your skin tone." He said, whispering into my ear, I started to shake. "I think that maybe we can reach a compromise. I want to see your beautifully colored blood, and you don't. I think I can arrange something to please both of us." He said, and looked into my eyes and smirked. He turned around and I heard the rattling of drawers.

Oh, God, he is going to kill me. I started crying, the tears streaming fast down my face. What about my family, how am I ever going to see them, what will they think?

"Don't worry child, you won't see a thing, as for feeling something, I am sorry about that." He said and laughed. They he pulled out a knife and went to my throat. I screamed.

"No, no, you have to be quiet; we don't want to wake the master. Now, be a good girl, and hold still." He said, clamping his hand over my mouth. Then he brought the knife down to my throat.

"Don't worry, you won't see anything." He cackled, and slit the knife down my throat, "but I will" he whispered, tearing it through my skin. I screamed wildly. The last think I remember was the feel of warm blood flowing down my neck. As the darkness overtook me I heard my assassin's cackling laugh pierce through the darkness.

"Bella, Bella! Are you okay?" asked a worried voice. I looked around at the scene in from of me. I was in my bathroom, lying on the floor huddled in a corner. Someone was screaming, I didn't realize that it was me until my dad covered my mouth with his hand.

"Honey, you don't have to go to school today if you don't feel up to it, I just thought you wanted a normal routine."

Right, school. Today was going to be my first official day of school since before the accident. I sighed and looked at my father's panicked expression. I was really going to have to get a hold on myself around him before he sends me to an insane asylum.

"Yeah, I am fine. I don't know what came over me. I guess I just remembered something that I have been trying to forget." I said, putting on my most convincing smile.

"Are you sure you want to go to school? Are you ready?" he probed me, not full believing I was stable.

"Yes, Dad, I am fine. I just had a little breakdown. I just need to do something that absorbs me. School would be the perfect place to go."

"Well, okay. I am going to head down to the station. Call me if you need me, or if anything happens, you hear?"

"Yes dad" I sighed, and started to go down the stairs to get my breakfast. I grabbed a low fat cereal bar and found a note on the counter.

Bella,

I know you have been through a lot so here is a gift. There is no need to thank me, and if you don't want it just let me know.

Dad

Beside the note was a set of car keys. I squealed in delight. I got a car! I am so happy, now I am free! I ran outside and stopped dead in my tracks. In front of me was a truck, not just any truck, but a vintage Ford. I loved it; it looked like it could take on any other car. That was just what I needed. I quickly climbed inside and started it. It worked like a charm. I put it in reverse, and headed out towards school, wondering what was going to happen when I got there.