fan. I do not own Twilight; I own a copy of Breaking Dawn and a Linkin Park
CD.
Bella - 10 - Flashback
Alice, my sister, was talking on the phone with her boyfriend, Jasper,
non-stop. Something about a school dance and what she was wearing, blah, blah
blah! It was all boring to me -- seriously, could she shut her mouth for like
two seconds? It didn't appear so. I swear if she doesn't herself, he's going
to be all mine; or at least his brother, a bronze haired demi-God with
gleaming gold eyes. Yum!
My mom was at her boring old job, and my stepdad was working late at the
hospital, giving some lady a nose job. Great. And once again, it was a Friday
night, and I had nothing else better to do than sit around doing nothing,
staring out my window from my bed.
I saw the lights from Alice's room turn off across the hall. It was only
eight o'clock. What kind of sane seventeen year-old goes to sleep at eight on
a weekend? Knowing my sister, she'd probably snuck out. Good, I thought, now
maybe I can snag her computer and flirt with that hottie Jasper for a few
minutes before she gets to him.
I tiptoed down the hallway for no clear reason other than the sake of being
quiet, and peered through her cracked door. In the darkness someone sat
talking to Alice in hushed tones, his skin as pale as a ghost's, eyes hidden
from the light. The tears came wen I saw him lean down and so gently press his
teeth into the hollow of her neck and bite. I screamed and ran down the
hallway, slamming my door shut and locking it before I picked up the phone.
Later that night, Alice was found with a sliced neck, still screaming. She
told mom everything that happened; much more than I saw. And when the
screaming stopped, Alice never opened her eyes again. Her temperature was
taken, and the next thing I knew she was being dressed in a delicate, white
dress, lying in an ugly casket with people crying over her dead body.
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Bella - 18 - Present Day
Ever since that terrible day, I've seen the dead. They looked so hauntingly
pale, and I couldn't help but notice similarities between us. They were pale,
I was almost just so; and they were silent, kept to themselves, two traits
that I'd specialized. They were much too quick and graceful to be compared to
me, of course, but I watched them with care, awe, and, yes, fear.
My parents tried taking me to shock therapy, but I wouldn't eat, drink,
socialize, or go anywhere but my room for a whole year. After shocking the
hell out of me repeatedly with their blasted machines, they eventually gave me
up as a lost cause and only forced me to go see the therapist twice a week
now.
Since Alice died, most of my friends from school had ditched me to mull
around the ever-popular Jessica Stanley, my ex-best friend. She was pretty,
but as bitchy as she could be, so I didn't miss the friendship too much.
School was easy to suffer through, and even my family had grown less
annoying now, but every night I am haunted by what I call the frozen. I do not
know them by any other name, these dead souls with red-rimmed eyes and
beautiful faces.
You're envious of what a life I have, right? Don't you wish that one day
you'd see your sister murdered right in front of you, wish you could learn to
cope with the pain by cutting your wrists to ease the pressure, and be haunted
by beings in the night? Wouldn't you loved to be teased with your sister's
memory by seeing a spiky-haired pixie similar in every way to your sister
every time you turn around? Or parents that rarely give a care about you, and
would rather count you among the dead than take enough time off to ask you
what is wrong?
If you do wish, I'll gladly switch you lives. You can have my tortured
existence, I'll take anything else.
These are the sort of things that replay in my head again and again, as I
lay in this hospital bed now with a broken leg. My boyfriend, Mike, peeked his
head into the room and smiled sweetly, his blonde hair shaking down around his
pale blue eyes. And as he stared at me, I didn't feel the seering devotion and
love come from him that I should feel in a relationship like ours -- I saw
lust, and it disgusted me. The only reason I'd agreed to date him in the first
place was to attempt and get back at Jessica for taking my life away. She'd
stolen my friends, my barely-existent popularity status, and now he was the
one thing she couldn't have; because he was mine. He shuffled slowly towards
the bed, his eyes not meeting mine.
"How are you feeling?"
I felt him reach out and rub my arm roughly. This is his idea of soothing
me, I thought? My voice came out in more of a growl than I might have wanted
it to.
"Get the hell away, Mike; I'd rather not have you assaulting my arm when I'm
trying to heal."
I jerked my arm away from him and looked out the window. Dejected and
whimpering like the good little puppy he was, Mike nodded and left the room
like he was told.
I sighed and watched the breeze shift and the sun begin to set with bright
pinks and purples on the horizon.
The door shifted again and so did my expression. My face twisted into a
scowl and I sent a piercing gaze towards the door. Mike's back already? That
boy needed to get a clue.
"Mike.."
But my eyes didn't see mine. They locked their brown gaze on a toned body as
a god walked through my room's door. I felt it coming up through my stomach,
into my throat, and my breathing hitched as I let out a loud scream. That's
not Mike.
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