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Bella's P.O.V

"You'll pay for what you've done." The girl said, pinning me down.

"What did I do?" I yelled pleading for mercy. "I-I'm sorry!" But alas, it is no use. I scream as there is a stinging pain in my throte. And I feel my time running out.

"I'm sorry..."

I sat upright in bed, sweat trickling down my face and neck as my breath desprately tried to catch up with me.

"Ysabella! Get up!" I sighed.

"I'm up, Mom!"

"Come on! I'm almost out the door!"

"Shit." I muttered as I scrambled to get up. I threw on some black skinnie jeans, a grey tanktop and my black hoodie as I tied my hair in a tight poneytail.

"Come ooon!"

"I'M COMING!" I yelled. I grabbed my thin blanket and my journal off my bed and stood in the doorway of my room. I gazed the now empty room over and sighed. "Time to start over."

I ran down the stairs and hopped into the back seat of my mom's black Honda. It was different than my old run down chevy.

I didn't like it.

But Mom didn't want me driving all the way to Mystic Falls in the thing. She was afraid I would get too comfertable and day dream and get into an accident.

I buckled up and stared out the window, into the wind and rain that had started.

"Got everything?" Mom asked.

"Yeah."I said, not looking away from the rain. The car started, and we were on our way to Mystic Falls, Verginia. Mom was hoping it would give us a fresh start since Dad had died in a shoot out a few weeks ago. We havn't talked too much since then, so we thought a move would help us out.

We picked Mystic Falls because it was eight hours away from our old home by car, explaining why my mom was out the door at five a.m, and it was the place where my mom had met my dad, fallen in love, had me, and got married. I thought that wouldn't be alright... But Mom took a Five Hour Energy and we were good and ready to start over.

I sighed as the hours passed. At about the halfway point, I started writing in my journal.

Dear Diary,

On the road to a new beggining. Or maybe just another end. I'm not sure. I decided that going back to my birthplace will mean I would have to keep everything inside.. Or at least just write them.

I will not think of my father or how sad my mother is or Lizzy... The nightmares can also join the pile. But I doubt they'll stay there. I had another one of those dreams where the girl in white kills me.

Now that I'm thinking about it, I feel it might not be good to continue writing.

Now I'll have nothing left to do.

Great

~Bella

I sighed and shut the book. I loved writing in my journal, if I never wrote anything down I would go insain, but if I started thinking those kind of things over, I won't be able to think of anything else.

"Just two more hours Bell." My mom sighed. The rain had still been going, but Mom rolled her window down anyway. The little water droplets felt good on my skin. They seemed to cut through the heat that the vent let out.

Slowly, I began to fall asleep.

~x~

"BELLA!" I sat up quickly, hitting my head on the low roof of the car.

"OW! WHAT THE HELL?"

"We're here!" My mom smiled. I frowned.

"And I now have brain damage. Thank you." But she just laughed at me. It was the first time in a while that I saw her laugh, so I let it slide. I stepped out of the Honda to meet eyes with my new home.

It was a small, cream colored two story house with a brown roof, a chimney, and a garage where my faded blue Chevy was parked. I liked the place.

While Mom helped the movers get things inside, I didn't want to be in the way so I grabbed my journal and a sketch book, along with some pencils and my phone, and headed down to the Mystic Grill.

On my way down, I noticed that everything looked the same. Same shops, same people, same parks.. I moved away from here when I was eleven. I was almost seventeen now, and I thought things would be going well.

Oh well.

I walked into the Mystic Grill and took a seat in a booth usually ment for two. The waiter who came to me was blonde and muscular, with blue eyes and pink lips. "Hello. Welcome to the Mystic Grill. What can I get yo.. Bella?" I stared at him, a slight glare in my eyes.

"I have mace..." I said. He blinked and looked down at my side. I didn't have a bag or a purse with me, and pencils were sticking out of my pockets.

"Where?" I held up a finger in protest, but I couldn't say anything. He chuckled and took the seat in front of me."It's me! Matt Donovan! We've been best friends since second grade." I stared at him for a minute, reaching into the back of my mind for a memory of Matt..

"Matty! I got new crayons!" I yelled as I tackled him. He grinned.

"Can I use them too?" I laughed.

"No way, dude! Get your own!" Matt frowned.

"Pleeeeaaaaaaaaaasssseeeee!"

"Nope!"

"I'll be your best friend forever!" He smiled. I giggled.

"Dummy, you already are!" I handed him a red crayon. He marvled at the stick of wax as I pulled out a coloring book from my back pack. "Let's color the penguin! He should be green!"

"Penguin's arn't green though, Lala." I wacked him in the head with the box of crayons. "OW!"

"Well OUR penguins will be green if I say so!" I said, putting my hands on my hips. Matt laughed.

"Okay! I'm sorry!"

I laughed at that. Matt looked at me, curiosly. "You remember?" I nodded.

"Yeah. Are you still against my green penguins?" He laughed.

"No." I grinned.

"So what's been going on? Wait.. And where's Elle?" I asked.

"Oh. Elana's still here. Her parents died in a car accident, a year after you left." I stared at him to see if he was joking.

"Mr. and Mrs. G are.." I trailed off. Matt looked down. I wiped my damp eyes. I loved Elana's parents. They were actually my god parents, now that I remember. Mom probably knew they were dead.. she just didn't wanna tell me.

"But other things have happened too." Matt smiled. I nodded, trying to put the sadness out of my mind.

"Like what?"

"Well.. Elana's gotta boyfriend." My jaw dropped.

"WHOOOOO?"

"You going to school tomorow?" He asked. I hated it when people answered questions with questions.

"Yeah."

"You'll meet him there. Stefan Salvator."

I suddenly couldn't wait for school tomorrow.

"Great! Now can I order? I'm starving, dude." He laughed and stood up. "I'll have a barbeque burger with a Mountain Dew. And gimme some onion rings." He nodded and smiled at me.

"Alright." He walked off and came back with my food five minutes later.

"Thanks Matteh!" I grinned. He smiled again before he walked off.

"Welcome back, Bells."