"...I don't know,

I don't know where i belong

It's time for me to carry on

I'll say goodbye..."

Chapter 2

As I sat on the plane, on my way to the wettest place in Washington, I find myself wishing about my dream life. It wasn't perfect- at least not in the beginning- but i was happy and free. I was a mother, a sister, a daughter and a wife. I wanted that. I wanted that more than anything in the world. The strange thing was that I wanted in with Edward. I wanted to be Renesmee's mother; Alice, Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie's sister; Carlisle and Esme's daughter, and Edward's wife. I wanted this life that I had dreamed about- who wouldn't? To me it was my perfect life despite the pain I had suffered.

On that plane I cried. I cried for the loss of a life i will never get to live because it never existed in the first place.

Hours later the plane touched down and I found myself walking towards a police cruiser. Charlie was the police chief of Fork, Washington, a town so small that not many people knew about it or could point into out on a map.

"Bella, i'm so glad to see you." Charlie said. Charlie didn't do affection very well. He felt it- I knew he loved me- he just felt uncomfortable showing it. He was like me in that regard.

"You too, dad." I said and then there was an awkward silence where we just looked at each other for a moment, before Charlie put my things into the car and began to drive to Forks.

"I found a good car for you, really cheap," he announced when we were strapped in.

"What kind of car?" Oh.

"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

"Where did you find it?"

"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" This was beginning to give me a strong sense of deja vu.

"Oh, yeah." I answered wearily, predicting where this was going.

"He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when I didn't respond, "so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."

"Oh." I said but I was mentally chanting, "Please don't be a 1960s red truck, please don't be a 1960s red truck."

As we pulled into the drive way, I jumped out of the car and stared to the 1960s, beaten up, red chevy. "Oh my God." My voice sounded hysterical even to my own ears, however Charlie seemed to mistake it for another more emotion.

"Yeah, i kind of brought it for a ho-"

"Home coming present." I finished his sentence. This couldn't be happening. My dream couldn't be right maybe my mind for this from logic. Of course if I ever came to Forks I would need a car. It's not as if when I go to school the Cullen's, The vampire Cullen's will be there. Nor will Jessica , Laruen, Mike, Eric or Tyler or any other student. Because they, they were a figment of my imagination.

"That's really nice, Dad. Thanks. I really appreciate it."

Well, now, you're welcome," he mumbled,embarrassed by my thanks.

I went upstairs and, not to my surprise, my room was exactly the same as I left it and exactly the same as my dream. The wooden floor, the light blue walls, the peaked ceiling, the yellowed lace curtains around the window -these were all a part of my childhood. The bed, desk, second hand computer and phone line were the same as my dream.

I threw myself onto the bed, which was exactly like the one in my dream, thinking about how I had gotten into this position. I was 14 and walking down an alley and... well there wasn't much to see. But I remembered the voices. The ghostly whispers that terrified me. And I remembered speeding up my pace wanting to get home as fast as I could.

I also remembered a beautiful, musical voice as it apologized sorrowfully and told me that I would destroy the balance of their world- whatever world that was?

Deciding I couldn't go on tormenting my mind, I quickly called down to Charlie that i had jet lag and was going to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow I will stop seeing the similarities from my dream to reality.