Isabella Swan POV
Where am I? Who am I? I had woken up with some sort of pain growing in my head, but it for some peculiar reason did not feel right to my body. I raised my hand to my head and slowly stood up. I was in a magnificent house, pallid walls and large spacious rooms. My eyes wandered from one inch of the home to the other as I groped the walls trying to regain balance. I felt oddly unbalanced. My hand suddenly slipped through the wall and I yanked it back falling flat on my backside, gasping.
That was not normal….Or at least my mind told me. This body confused me as I tried to navigate it, it was too ungainly for usage. I felt like a baby in a woman's body, not quite understanding how to use the body without falling totally and completely. I groped the floor, crawling and ferreting for something to grasp. Making sense of this motion, my body told me to slid my knee up again as I had earlier and then raise myself by applying force to my foot. It felt natural after that, and I was abashed that it took me a few minutes to realize how to stand.
The next thing I knew, I was gliding, or not. My legs and feet were working in unison now to move my body. I wandered the home aimlessly, lightly stroking some of the walls and curtains. I felt nothing. Someone had stripped touch from me.
I was not deaf, or blind. Was there such a thing as losing the ability to physically feel something? Numbness? No, even that had some sort of feel and texture to it.
I found a mirror hanging in a minute room with a white bowl attached to the ground and higher up another more rectangular bowl of some sort that had a silver hook sinking halfway into it. A toilet…And a slinky? No…Sink. It was a sink. I was afraid to touch the mirror, but I did look at it. In the mirror I saw a young woman with mahogany hair flowing down to her upper waist. She was pale, almost albino and her eyes were a deep coffee brown. They were almost doe-like as they stared back at me. It was irrational, but I had an irking suspicion about this girl. I extended my hand outwards and barely touched the mirror with the tips of my fingers. I didn't fall through luckily, but I noticed that there was no girl on the other side. That was me.
My eyes tried to compare the outfit the girl wore to the one that was on me, and I matched them up also. It was a nice color, a sapphire colored blouse that hung loosely off of my frame and then a pair of normal navy jeans that hugged my legs. I couldn't feel them, but I could tell that this apparel fit well. It looked somewhat comfortable.
"Who are you and what are you doing in our home?" Someone's alluring voice called out to me and I hurriedly swiveled around to face my stranger.
My large brown eyes widened exponentially as I stared at this boy. He was livid, flared nostrils, tensed form, and narrowed gold eyes. I could not help but gawk at his oddly perfect facial features for a moment. My body had the impulse to touch his face, but I had fears. Ones that I was going to deny.
"I am going to ask again; what are you doing here?" The boy inquired, his silk smooth voice vexed as he spoke to me.
"I don't know. I woke up here." I replied honestly, trying to defend myself.
"That is impossible." He retaliated, and suddenly there were two other people standing beside him. Both were incredibly beautiful also, except I could not help but feel more drawn to the bronze haired boy. One was a petite girl who had an enchanting elfin face and appeared to be around four foot eight? I wasn't completely sure. The other stranger stood with a warm grin on his pallor face, while shaking the bronze haired boy's shoulder. He looked a lot like one of those animals that fished in rivers for salmon and were furry. Yogi bear?
Ah, a bear. I nodded silently to myself, my eyes returning to the three pale strangers.
"Edward, who are you talking to?" The burly boy queried, his brow twisting in confusion.
"You don't see her?" The bronze haired boy said in disbelief.
"Edward, no one is here…" She stated, the short pixie like female.
"What do you mean? I am here." My mouth was set in a frown, and my face contorted in what was befuddlement. I was remembering things, slowly, but I was.
The bronze haired boy stared at them skeptically and then simply turned around.
"I think someone had some bad blood while hunting." That bear like boy teased affectionately. What caught my ears was….Blood and hunting? Weren't humans supposed to eat something else? Blood was what humans and other mammals had in them. Wait….
"Are you a cannibal?" I asked, backing away. I didn't want to be eaten by these people, not when I still was confused about where I was! Even more importantly…Who was waiting for me. I had a family of some sort, I knew that much. But no faces or names emerged in my mind. I was becoming aggravated with my lack of knowledge.
"What?" The Edward boy's voice made me relax, even when he was using an irritated and cynic tone of voice. "No, we are not."
"Okay man, you are starting to scare me." The bear continued to stare at the boy, ignoring my presence. Alright not that I was completely infuriated, but when someone was speaking to you or in your home wouldn't it be more courteous to at least let them know you are there? I suddenly felt myself sinking into depression when the three began to bicker on how I was 'real or not.' I was real, as real as they were and as real as any other living person on this Earth.
"You may be right…I suppose." Edward admitted and the pixie beside him stared off in my direction with bright topaz eyes that burned themselves into my memory.
"Come on guys, the others are going to be here soon. I still want that rematch with Jasper. No way was that game fair."
"Emmett," the girl sighed smiling a brilliant smile. "Jasper is going to win again." She predicted and there was an cross mumbling noise that exited his mouth.
"Hey, Edward are you coming?"
"No."
"Well, alright. Just don't go crazy on us."
I remained silent through practically the entire conversation, trying to soak it all in. Alright, so think about this logically. Those two could not see me, but the other boy-Edward- could. I would have to talk to him…Maybe he could help me. Did that even make sense? Why in the world could I be invisible to the others, but not him?
Edward stormed off to a room that suddenly was closed by a pure white door. Ugh. He would think I was stalking him. I ambled towards the door sheepishly and exhaled a held breathe. I attempted to knock on the door, but my entire hand went through the door. I hurriedly pulled it out of the door and held my hand to my chest. "Sorry to bother you, could you open the door?"
"You do not exist." Edward told me simply, and I felt the anger boil inside of me.
"Look here, I know the others cannot see me, but you can. I am real."
"I must be going mad…" With that the pale boy opened the door and leaned against it with his muscular arms folded against his chest. I felt his unwelcome glare in the back of my mind, committing this look to memory subconsciously. He was irate.
" I-"
"You need to leave. I realize that my siblings do not see you. I can't hear your heart beat and your thoughts are not there. Either you are incredible and can stop your own heart beat or you are dead."
That hit home. "W-What are you talking about?" I stuttered, why was I stuttering? I was standing before him did that not prove my being real?
"I am saying you don't exist." I…Don't…Exist?
Note from the Author: I am going to stop there for now, look for chapter 2 in the next day or the day after. : Reviewing is much appreciated!
