Hey guys, this is my new story. I don't really want to say what it's about cuz then it won't be fun to read it and figure it out, well at least until the othe other chapter. Anyway, hope you like it. I wasn't too sure about the name so if you get any ideas to rename this story, that'd be great. Anyway, let me stop my babbling and on with the show...
CHAPTER 1 – INTRO
BELLA POV
I needed to get away from it all. Everything was crushing me, pulverizing my will to stay in this city. My life has been on display from the day I said "I do" to the son of the Cullen International Corporation, Edward Cullen. I never regret my decision of marrying my high school sweetheart but there were times when I wish things were different. I got up from my queen size bed, walked out of my room and into the hallway. Upon reaching another door, I stood and stared at the intricate design that was carved on the beautifully stained door. Carvings of faeries, unicorns, vines and flowers acting as a border, my heart ached and a familiar pain in my chest, even my throat pounded into me as I touched the simple gold door knob.
I took a deep breath as I turned the knob and pushed open the door. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping to hear some sound, any sound from inside the room. I was secretly hoping that there was someone in this room. I opened my eyes slowly, hoping and praying that she was in bed, cuddled up in her pink and purple quilt, her long, soft wavy brown hair spread on her pillow, making it look like a halo circling her head. Atlas, there were no one there. The bed neatly made, her toys was packed away as if she never touched it. I walked into the middle of her baby pink room and looked at everything. It was like she was never here. I walked over to her cupboard and opened it. I looked at the randomness of her styles. My eyes were fixated on the outfit she wore the last time I saw her, a light blue jeans and a simple blue t-shirt. Her father loved the way she looked in blue. He told her it was his favourite colour for his favourite people. I grabbed the t-shirt off the rack and fell backwards onto her bed. I held the t-shirt up to my face and took a deep breath in, smelling her scent, locking it into my brain. I missed my baby so much. The painful sobs now ripped through my body.
My baby was gone. My angel, my daughter, my Reneesme was dead and she was never coming back. I grabbed her pillow and held it to my face, smelling in the lingering scent that was her. I collapsed onto her bed, holding her t-shirt and pillow tightly, crying, screaming to get her back. It was a lost cause. She was never coming back to me. I wouldn't be able to hear her laughs, her screams of joy when she and her father were just playing. I had to leave, I had to something. I laid on her bed, my eyes closed as I thought of a plan to help me escape this nightmare I was now beginning to lose myself in.