It was light when I opened my eyes. Very light, like dawn. And it was cold. And wet. Outside...? Yesterday came flooding back into my mind. Hanging out at La Push beach with Jake, arguing over nothing, driving around, going to the meadow... sinking. And Laurent! He must have been the vampire Jake and the pack were going to discuss. He had to be.

Something was wrong about that memory. I'd been in the pond, and I couldn't get out, because there was a barrier. I'd sunk. But, when I woke up, my head was resting on the bank. My feet had gouged steps across from me, on the other side, and they were keeping me up. I remembered panicking, trying to escape the water, but sinking to the bottom, and everything disappearing. How come I hadn't drowned? How had I got back up? I didn't need to be smart to know that the pond was bad news. Whatever I had to think about, I'd do it far, far away from here. I tried to push myself out, and though my hands slipped on the mud, I managed to get a good enough grip and heave myself out. My legs were covered in mud, and I was soaked to the bone. But I had to get home, bog monster or not. My legs felt heavy, and it was hard to walk along through the forest.

I was shivering when I got back to the car. Of course, it wasn't any warmer inside; I'd left the window open. I checked the phone I'd left behind. No missed calls, no texts, no communications whatsoever. Clearly Charlie thought me and Jake had finally hooked up. I hated how he didn't mind that.

Surprisingly, I was dry when I got home. I was still muddy, and I felt so unclean, but at least I had access to a shower. It was still early morning, nearly time for Charlie to go to work. And I was right. I burst through the door, knowing he would be awake, and not really in the mood to act cheerful. "Bella?" Charlie peered through the living room doorway, combing his hair thoroughly. "Where were you, I thought-"

"You didn't call though, did you?" I said sourly.

"Weren't you at Jake's? Did you run away, Bells, honey?" He frowned, and I saw an upset look in his eye. He thought he wasn't doing a good job looking after me. Well, in honesty, not calling me when I don't come home isn't really good parenting skills – Renee would flip – but he wasn't that bad. I realized that I did sound like I'd run away, like I wanted attention, like a hide and seek game, he didn't come looking for me, and now I was angry.

"No, I got lost in the woods." I mumbled, dropping the anger. I could hardly keep it up. My negative emotions had all run out, months ago.

"Bells, you should have called!" He said, looking all panicky. "In a swamp?!" He then asked, taking in my muddy appearance.

"I didn't have my phone, and yeah, pretty much. I really need a shower, I feel awful." I sighed, and began walking past him to go upstairs.

"Okay, honey. I have to go to work, but I could wait for you, see if you feel better?" He looked really upset now, which only made me feel bad, too.

"No, it's okay, Dad. I'm fine. Tell you what, tomorrow's Saturday, right? We'll go out for dinner at The Lodge, my treat."

"Bella," He sighed, smiling. I'd cheered him up. I hoped. "I can't let you pay, what a bad father I'd be!" He laughed.

"No, but - "

"Bella, I'll take you out. I'm down on my parent points. See ya later, Bells." He smiled, kissing my forehead before he walked to the door. I stared after him for a second, unsure whether I was annoyed or not. I guessed that meant I wasn't. With another sigh, I continued to walk upstairs, taking care not to trail mud through the house. I don't hang about, I head straight for the bathroom, grabbing a towel off the door and putting it on the radiator, to make it warm later. I quickly hopped into the shower, anticipating the warmth. The mud ran from my skin instantly, as the little jets of water massaged me. Feeling tired, I sat down on the shower floor, bringing my knees up and leaning my head on them. I closed my eyes, and relaxed.

That was when things got weird. Suddenly, I felt free, like I'd fallen asleep and could do anything. Like I was flying, like the water droplets raining down to me. Then my legs shot out in front of me, curling up the wall of the small shower cubicle. And I no longer felt free. Maybe I'd drifted off and lost hold of my knees. The truth was far more bizarre. Slowly, I opened one eye to look, and screamed. There, lying in the bath, was a large fishtale. Where my legs should have been. It was a greyish blue colour, and it moved when I recoiled from it. I screamed again, and tried to stand up to escape. Again, it moved with me. I screamed again, only for it to choke away into a strangled sob. It did what I wanted it to. It was my legs. Was, being the main word. I looked down at myself, and found a bikini top in the same colour.

"What the..." I whispered, wiggling it about. Mermaid was the first word that shot into my mind. Mermaid. Oh my...

Being in a situation like that, I didn't have a lot of options. Any, for that matter. I reached up to try get the shower controls, but they were too far away, and there was no way I was able to get taller like this. I carried on reaching, feeling it to be my only hope. If I opened the door now, all the water would leak out, and I couldn't get out like this. Suddenly, the shower shuddered, and the water turned hot. It scalded my skin, and being jumpy I screamed again. I withdrew my hand, as far out of the water as I could go, and covered my face. The water turned cold. Now, I was confused, annoyed, and scared. I wanted out. Teeth chattering, I reached out again, using my stomach muscles to try balance, get a little taller. Then, without touching it, the water went off. I stared at the shower head in awe, then at the scaly grey blue thing where my legs should have been.

Carefully, still staring at the tail, I reached for the door, and slid it open, and reached for the towel. Hesitantly, I brought it into the humid shower, and tapped the tail with it. And felt it. I flinched. And again. And, I fainted.

When I woke up, I was sitting in a dry shower. And I had legs. With a relieved gasp, I got up and leapt out of the shower. Not real, not real. It wasn't real. I fell asleep in the shower. But... how did the water go off? It ran out. Of course! But, I had to be sure. How ridiculous, I had to test out a dream! I mocked myself, but I had to be sure, no matter how childish. There was a bottle of water in my room, I'd use that. Or did it have to cover me? Shut up, Bella! I stood up, wrapped the towel around me, and walked into my room. Without hesitation, I grabbed the bottle, unscrewed the lid, and splashed it over my head.

Nothing. Nothing! It was a dream.

No, it wasn't. Seconds later, I was lying on the floor, dressed like in a 'The Little Mermaid' costume, or so it appeared. This time, the scales were orange. I wiggled it around in amazement, then stopped, to pinch my arm. I wasn't dreaming. I let my fingers creep over the tail, not as frightened anymore. It was real. I was a mermaid. A mermaid! How strange. Out of everything I could have been; a vampire, a werewolf, I had become something entirely different! Well, at least it was my own... no, that was a negative. I was alone as this. I could have been in a pack of werewolves, a coven of vampires, but I was alone. But at least I was different. There was something strange about me now, a secret.

So, I'm not useful, Jacob Black? I thought, cracking a smile for the first time in the day.

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