Ok. heres chapter two! thank you people who reviewed! I will totally love you forever! Any way R&R PEOPLE!!!!!!
Chapter
Two
My name is (was?) Tayla Celeste Swan, I was 14 when I died. My life before I started living again was normal, if not boring. I had a mom, a dad, a step dad, a sister and a few best friends. I never trusted any one enough to have a lot of friends. I could almost always tell when people were lying. It was like a talent of mine. My sister was almost the same way. She couldn't tell when people where lying but she never had a lot of friends. It's almost like she was scared of meeting new people. She was very shy and quiet. Bella was just odd like that, but I still loved her. She was my baby sitter, my source of comedy, and one of my best friends. But that all changed when she move to Forks.
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"You're doing what?" I screamed at her. This wasn't fair. She couldn't just abandon me!!!!
"I'm going to live with dad, Tayla."
"Why the hell would you want to move to Forks?! It's all wet and rainy and nasty and…..and just plain EW!" I said disgustedly. "And what about mom! Do you know how much she'll miss you?" Bella winced as I said that. I had struck a chord.
"Tayla," she sighed, "I already talked to mom about it. You know how torn she feels between us and Phil! I don't want to keep doing this to her."
"Well I'm not going!" I declared. I knew I sounded like a five year old but I couldn't help it! I hated Forks with a passion fiercer then a thousand suns. There was no way in hell I was going to move there and I could NOT let Bella move there. The rain and constant cold might take away her sense of humor and turn her into a little emo child(author's note: I have nothing against emos. This is just a little inside joke between my friends and me).
Bella sighed, "You're not going to go. Mom said she would home school you" My jaw dropped, I was speechless. Bella COULD NOT be serious. Me? Home schooled? No! That just COULD NOT happen. Renee expected me to give up my school, my friends and basically every thing just so her husband could get a job?! No! "My plane takes off tomorrow morning." She whispered. I still couldn't speak. This wasn't happening. This could NOT be happening. My sister was moving to Forks of all places and my mother was about to uproot me from the fabulous Phoenix Arizona to take me all over the U.S. so her husband could get a job. Why couldn't Phil be something boring like a computer person or carpenter? But NO he just HAD to be a wannbe baseball player. I was very mad (to say the least). Did I not get a say in this AT ALL?!
"So you're just going to abandon me then?" I yelled. I was dangerously close to crying. My sister and I had that in common. We always cried when were mad, it was like our emotions were hard wired to our tear ducts. Bella opened her mouth to say some thing but I stalked out of the room. This was NOT fair AT ALL.
I slammed the door as I went in to my room. How could they do this to me?! Why didn't Renee tell me sooner?! Picking up my phone from off my bed I quickly dialed a familiar number. Allie would know what to do; she always knew what to do. She was my best friend so she would stick up for me. Right? The phone rang and rang but I still got no response. That was odd, Allie always answered her phone. It was like it was surgically attached to her ear.
Frustrated, I threw the phone back down on my bed and started to pace around my room. I needed to do something! I couldn't just go through with this like there was nothing I could do. I had to fight back…..I had to…..had to…
As I paced something red caught my eye. I bent down to examine it and realized it was my old beat up duffel bag. That was it! I was going to run away. I didn't know where I was going or how long I would be gone or how I was going to get money, but at the moment it was the best thing my limited, self centered, fourteen year old mind could come up with.
I snatched my duffel bag off the floor and started to stuff clothes and other various objects in to it. Once I was done and my duffel bad was bulging with all the crap I had put in it I thought of my next move. It's not like I could just walk out the front door saying, "Bye mom, bye Bella. I sort of hate you guys right now, but I'll see you later!" no, that defiantly wouldn't work. I looked at my window. Now that was a possibility. I walked over to my window and opened it, looking down. It wasn't really that far of a drop, but still, my fear of heights was starting to overpower my need to leave.
No. Have to jump. Have to jump. HAVE.TO.LEAVE!
So, without thinking I flung my self out of my window and landed on the ground with a hardTHUD. I winced as I picked my self up off the ground; I was defiantly going to have a few bruises. The window in my room led straight in to my front yard so I didn't have to worry about sneaking around any more. As soon as I got up and brushed my self off I started running.
I was much better at running then Bella was. It was probably because I was much more graceful then she had ever been. Running was second nature to me, where as with Bella, she actually had to think about putting one foot in front of the other or else she would fall flat on her face. I knew; I had seen it happen before.
I ran with out even paying attention to where I was going. My feet just had a mind of their own. Before I knew it I was in front of my high school, stareing blankly at the front door. I sighed and walked around until I reached the bleachers on the soccer field. I sat down on the bottom bleacher and sighed. How could I be so stupid! I was smarter than this! Or at least I thought I was. Every thing was just too overwhelming and was just coming at me too fast, but to do this? I was just being self centered and stupid!
I thought over every thing that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, from finding out I was losing all my friends to Bella telling me she was leaving. I just sat there thinking about every thing I had done not paying attention to the quickly darkening sky. When I finally lifted my head from my hands and looked around it was twilight. I had to go home. I stood up and began to walk back.
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I was halfway back home when I heard some one scream. I ran down the dark ally the noise came from, but when I saw what was causing it I froze. Blood. Blood was every where, soaking the ground and giving off the smell of rust and salt. There was a body in the middle of all of and I realized with a gasp of horror that I recognized who it was. Allie. My best friend Allie. The girl who knew me better then I knew my self. Allie. I screamed and rushed to kneel down beside her. I picked up her head and held it in my lap, not caring that I was getting blood all over my jeans. Allie opened her eyes weakly. I was amazed that she was still alive; she had lost so much blood. Allie spoke to me, her voice was barley a whisper.
"Tayla. That you?"
"I'm here Allie." I said while stroking her cheek, tears were streaming hot and fast down my face now. I couldn't hold them back. What happened to her? How did she lose so much blood? She couldn't die. Not Allie. But she was. She was going to die and deep down inside I knew it. She had lost so much blood. She was going to die….Allie was going to die……
"Tayla" Allie whispered to me "It hurts Tayla! The fire hurts!" Fire? What was she talking about? Maybe she was having delusions as she lay dieing. But aren't you supposed to have good, happy delusions while you were dieing? Weren't you supposed to see bright light or some crap like that? Why was Allie feeling like she was on fire? I never got to ask her. Allie's head lolled to the side and her eyes closed, she was finally at peace. The fire wasn't hurting her any more.
"Allie!" I screamed. The sorrow stabbed at my heart like a knife and I felt like I was being torn apart.
"Yes, quite a shame she couldn't make it. But she did smell so delicious. I just couldn't help but drink her up." A voice said from behind me. I was a smooth voice with a bit of a Russian accent. The voice sounded like marble. Shaking, I slowly turned around. There was a man standing behind me. A devastatingly beautiful man. He was tall, much taller than my five feet four inches with pale skin almost as white as paper and dark hair. He would have looked angelic if not for his eyes. His eyes were a deep burgundy color that was captivating and sinister at the same time; I couldn't look away.
"W-who are you?" I stuttered. I was so scared I couldn't talk straight.
"My name is Nicholas Alexander Reith. But you don't need to worry about that. You won't live much longer." With that said his body tensed in to a crouch and in the blink of an eye he lunged at me, pinning me to the ground. I was so confused. What was he doing? I didn't have time to think about it for long. There was a sharp pain in my neck and then the fire started.
