Disclaimer: I don't nor never will own Twilight (although you can't blame a girl for dreaming)

Chapter One: How to Deal

Under your stars tonight
We'll live and breathe this dream
So close your eyes, but don't dream too deep
And please pass me some memories

I stared out the window of the plane tapping my fingers softly against the window. The landscape flew past me underneath the plane.

No sooner than had I packed it was time for me to leave, Renee had made her emotions plain to me and the entire airport, if anyone was watching they would think I was about to die of a brain tumor.

Yes, it was horrible. I found that I was comforting her instead of the other way around. I rubbed her back as she sobbed into my shirt. Renee wailed and blubbered; all the while trying to convince herself that this was the best option. People walked past us not sparing us even a glance, obviously people were used to over emotional females at airports.

Once Renee had calmed down enough to string together a logical sentence the final call for my flight boomed across the airport.

I felt like crying. I didn't really want to leave Mum, yet I was also relieved. This would be for the best. She would have some alone time and I could spend time with Charlie.

I hastily pulled her into another hug before I swept a few stray tears from my cheek and walked onto the plane.

Here I was, heading towards a little town in the middle of nowhere, which was never sunny (I should know, I googled it), and I was about to spend my senior year with a bunch of kids who had been spending there entire lives growing up together. I was not looking forewords to school.

What was it about planes, I wriggled closer to the edge of my seat, I was seated next to a man who I assumed had never walked anywhere in his life, he barley fit into his seat. Behind me was a wailing baby who would not be hushed or comforted. All this put together meant I was getting absolutely no sleep.

I stared out the window again and sighed. The boy in my head was silent once more.

Is it just me or did that sound way more crazy than it actually is?

I think it was time I clarified things a bit. I hear a boy in my head. I am not crazy, I know I'm not. Even my imagination could not conjure this up. On my fifteenth birthday I had passed out in the middle of my garden, my Mother fussed and had a panic attack. Of course she put it down to dehydration, but I knew better.

I will always remember when I first herd his voice. It was the day after my fifteenth birthday; I was lying in my bed staring at my ceiling contemplating life in general when my head began to ache. I rubbed my temples and tried to ignore it. The pain grew steadily worse until I found myself clutching my head and staggering into my bathroom. I fumbled with the cupboard and managed to pull out a container of aspirin. I gasped as I felt my mind contract and expand. I screeched and pressed my forehead up against the mirror hanging above my sink.

Suddenly as soon as it had come, the pain stopped. I was panting hard and sweating. I looked up at the mirror, I saw myself, my brown hair hanging around my shoulders, my dark eyes staring back at me glumly and my freakishly white skin; I never quite understood how I could live in one of the hottest, sunniest cities in America an still have absolutely no tan, I must be related to an albino.

I washed my face before my head started to tingle, not on the outside mind you, it was almost, well inside my head.

That was when I first heard it.

The smooth and perfect voice.

Rain, rain, rain. All it ever does is rain here. I wish... I wish just once...

Then I got an image accompanying the thought, just one. Of a large window which had a wonderful view of a forest. The view of the forest however was hampered by the rain which fell down the window pane.

As soon as it was there, it was gone again. I was shocked, at first. I dismissed it as the results of one messed up migraine. But as the days went by, the dreams followed. At first there were just glimpses of five teenagers from a distance whom were all slightly blurred, but as each night passed there became more clear and closer. I became the silent observer. I thought it was my imagination.

As the dreams came, so did the voice, more and more consistently. Every day, just once or sometimes even twice. The velvet, smooth voice came. Sometimes it was accompanied by a vision of sorts.

It was almost a month after the first vision. I knew for certain which of the five teenagers spoke in my head.

I was watching television, completely minding my own business when the tingling started; I braced myself with anticipation as my mind was once more shared with another. I bit my lip as my mind flashed.

So repetitive, how many times must I repeat school! I wish I was stuck being slightly older like the others. They don't have to do science, over and over and over and over...

At that direct moment I got a bird's eye view of a packed classroom. A balding teacher stood at the front of the class room trying to regain the attention back to him. It was packed full of students who looked to be around my own age. Students threw around paper and shouted at each other across the room.

The first thing I noticed was the bronze hair boy directly underneath me. He was from my dreams, my breath caught in my throat, he looked relaxed and yet almost irritated, while the entire class around him was in chaos, he was entirely still. He reminded me of a statue, calm, unfazed and flawless. He was even better than in my dreams. I knew that I was listening to his thoughts. I heard the conversations around the boy, girls gossiping, boys flirting and betting. I heard what he heard; from that moment onwards I was sure the voice was his

Now I wait for the tingling, always consistent and calming. Sometimes there were no visions, only thoughts, or the other way around. I seemed to me that they came in a pattern. When ever the boy was feeling a strong emotion I would see/hear what he did.

When he got I new car, I knew about and shared in his excitement.

A Volvo! This is amazing, I love it!

Or when his frustrations boiled over I heard his ramblings.

Why, oh why am I stuck here? Sometimes I don't know why I just don't take off. Bout I could never leave my family… I wish… I feel empty…

I heard his amusement.

Oh gosh, he's so stupid. I can't believe he fell for it… He's lost the bet now; I hope he's happy…

But as soon as they came, the visions left, lasting only for the briefest o moments, leaving me frustrated that I could never see the full picture, never know enough to piece together his life. The thing that frustrated me the most was the lack of names. I never heard one name, not the whole time.

Sometimes I am forced to question my sanity. I mean what kind of girl hears and sees these kinds of things. After a while though I have just accept it and enjoyed it while it lasted.

I mean, what's the harm honestly? No one knows about it; I don't tell anyone about it. No harm done.

I was glad that after the first time I heard and saw these things, the pain lessened and now it was completely painless. The only side effect of the visions and thoughts was a slight tingling that passed through my head directly before they came.

I jolted out of my thoughts by a flight attendant touching my arm lightly. I had landed.

I stilled my nerves and stepped out into the airport waiting lounge. I pulled my bag up higher on my shoulder and was suddenly very conscious about my looks.

I hadn't seen Charlie in a while.

That had to be the understatement of the year. Correction, I hadn't seen him in years. Yes, we made the occasional birthday call but I have never really been a 'Daddies girl'. Ever since Renee left Forks, I don't see him much.

I smoothed out my jeans and looked down at my crinkled t-shirt. I knew I should have worn a jumper, it was cold already and the sky looked suspiciously dark.

I had never been one to worry about my appearance, but I never liked to think I looked horrible. I woke up every morning, brushed my hair flat and pulled on whatever clothes were clean, usually a pair of pants and a shirt- I'm not a big skirts and dress's kind of girl.

All of a sudden I saw Charlie across that airport; he leaptup from his chair as our eyes met. He walked over and awkwardly gave me a hug.

"Hey Bells," he said "It's nice to have you here!"

Charlie hadn't really changed much over the years. Apart from the few excess lines around his mouth and eyes, he was like all my pictures.

I gave him my most enthusiastic smile and replied, "Thank Char- Dad. I'm really glad to see you again!"

I gave him a firm hug and back away from him, hoping that he hadn't heard my mistake. I really had to remember to call him 'Dad'.

The car journey was tedious, after exhausting all possible topics for small talk, we had settled into an uneasy silence.

I knew what he was thinking. He knew that Renee was very worried about me. I kept on catching him glancing at me from the corner of his eye, as if to check that I hadn't sprouted any extra arms or legs.

As soon as we started to drive through Forks the tingling started.

That wasn't such a good thing. I wanted to at least get through one day without Charlie realising what a freak I was. I tried to ignore it, but it grew until I felt my mind join with another.

I looked out the window quickly, facing away from Charlie, hoping that he wouldn't be able to see the vacant expression which always covered my features when it began.

Baseball time, finally… I'm going to win this time I've got the better team….

I shook my head. The voice was louder and clearer than it had ever been. It rung out in my head; true and clear. It was so overpowering it almost hurt. It was strong and loud, unlike the soft echoes I was used to a home.

The voice was followed by a glimpse of a clearing. There were the five teenagers standing around together, I felt my heart rate increase as it hurt to look at them. They were clearer than I had ever seen them before. The sharp lines of there flawless cheek bones stood out firmly and I could see every hair on there heads. Unlike my usually 'visions' they were clear and I was close up, barley two meters away. My breathe caught in my lungs as I was, like always, awed by there beauty. My heart beat faster. And yet I was disappointed. The bronze haired boy had his back to me. Not that I didn't appreciate is hair, the nape of his neck, or the way that shirt highlighted his muscular back, but his face was much more enticing. My heart rate sped up as I thought about him. Is it sad that I got is way over a boy in my head?

As if he was alerted by my racing heart, the boy turned around and stared at the spot where I was observing from. He frowned, who ever knew that a frown could look so perfect. I studied his face for an instant while a look of confusion covered the features of the pixie like girl behind him.

I swore that… there was…

I was suddenly woken from my trance and pulled back to reality by a hand on my shoulder.

"Bella honey, we're here." Charlie said giving me a worried look "Are you-"

"I'-I'm fine Dad," I said quickly cutting him off "I think I must have jet lag,"

Unfortunately Charlie gave me a disbelieving look, I had to admit, even to me, it sounded like a blatant lie.

I stared out the car as we at the house. Nothing had changed in Forks, much to my dismay. It was still cloudy, as always and I knew that eventually the dark rain clouds would turn into a storm.

Still cold, still wet, still Charlie's place.

Nothing had changed, from the garden to the house; every little detail was the same as ever.

I stepped out of the car and pulled my bags out of the back of the car. Charlie quickly picked up the heavier of them and haled them up to the front door.

I looked up .There were a few steps which lead up to the door.

Fantastic.

Thank goodness Renee had the sense to buy a single story house without stairs, obviously though Charlie doesn't remember exactly how accident prone I was.

I knew I would have many bruises and those stairs would be responsible.

I managed to navigate the stairs outside and the ones inside which lead up to my room. I planted all my bags in my room and Charlie left me to unpack.

I sat on my bed and surveyed the room. It was fairly bland. It had an empty desk, bed and wardrobe. The walls were empty and the only decoration was a set of curtains which covered up the window.

I didn't know how to feel. I had left everything I knew behind me and everything in front of me was unknown. I decided then and there that I would make the most of this opportunity, although I hated the gloomy weather here, I would learn to make the most of it. Although I would miss Mum, I would deal with it. Although I knew I wouldn't fit in at my new school 'Forks High School' I would deal with that too.

Suddenly I heard a large clap of thunder. Instinctively I ran over to the window to search the skies for a sign of the lightning which always accompanies thunder. I drew the curtains and searched the skies.

Another clap of thunder rung out, yet it wasn't from overhead. I frowned and decided that I was being silly. I strained my eyes and searched the sky for a flash of light. Yet I was unable to get a full view of the sky-because of the roof of the house which was obviously blocking my line of sight. I pushed my hair out of my face and ran out of my room.

I managed to make it down the stairs safely (I do admit I did stumble on the last few stairs, but I managed to stop myself from falling)! Charlie stood in the kitchen obviously trying to cook up something for our dinner, which right now looked like two minute noodles with an unidentifiable vegetable. I knew he was trying but maybe I should take over.

'Dad," I called as I passed him "Let me cook tonight, okay?"

Charlie turned around and smiled appreciatively "Thanks Bella,"

"No worries, I'm just going to have a look at the garden, I'll do it when I get back,"

I didn't know what Charlie had been doing for the past years since Renee had left, maybe he had gotten take out every night? I wouldn't put that past him.

Charlie put down the knife and moved back into the lounge room where I heard the television switched on.

I moved outside and walked to the middle of the yard. A line of thick threes and foliage lay before me, the yard was cast in shadows from the clouds above and a slow breeze rustled the leaves around me on the ground.

Suddenly a loud clap of thunder rang through the sky as I quickly held my hands over my ears and clamped my eyes shut tightly. I resisted the urge to scream as I felt as if my ear drums would explode. Although almost as soon as it had started, it was over, leaving my ears ringing. My head pounded as I slowly removed my hands from my ears. I was so occupied that I barley felt my head tingled before he spoke.

What an idiot! I can't believe him. Now I'm going to go and find that ball. People are going to get suspicious, it was reckless…

The voice sounded louder and louder in my head. I gulped in air as I tried to concentrate. Thoughts filled my head going round and round. They were so fast I couldn't concentrate; they flittered in and out of my head like hundreds of people were screaming in my ears. But this was different. It was only one voice, one mind, just thinking so many things at one time.

The sky today…

Baseball…

Alice…

I wonder if…

I pushed my hand to my forehead and tried to block out the voices when in front on me, from the forest, rolled a ball.

For a moment I breathed in, close my eyes and tried to ignore the landslide of voices which were growing steadily louder. I managed to push (that was the only way to describe it) the voices to the back of my mind. I bent down and picked up the baseball which now lay at my feet. I tried to think up a logical explanation for why it was there but found that my mind was incapable of doing even that simple task.

Suddenly the velvet voice grew to enormous proportions and the ball fell out of my hand.

This is near the Swans place, I wonder…

Where has that ball gotten too...There it is. Crap. Who is that girl?

Suddenly I turned my head and looked up at the forest. There, before me, stood the bronze haired boy. His head tilted slightly to the side in confusion. His face was more perfect that I could have ever imagined. My breath was taken away once again and my heart sped up. Even though his body was tense he managed to do it with an air of grace. His hair was tousled and carelessly stood on end. His face was pale and dark shadows were under his eyes. His cheekbones and lips sat perfectly on his face and all his features oozed beauty.

I can't hear her...Why… Oh, her blood… Smell… I need to get away.

Suddenly I grasped my head in pain as my mind exploded with more thoughts running through my head. What he was planning to do, his thinking, his options and his opinions. All came and went to fast for my brain to register.

Oh no, what's wrong with her? I should help… I can't…. Tempting…

I looked up at him one more time and my lips parted, I suddenly realized how much of an idiot I must look like. Clasping my head in pain, staring at him like a kid in a candy shop and my clothes crinkled from hours on the plane.

I let my hands fall and my lips curve into a smile before I met his liquid amber eyes and stopped fighting the torrent of thoughts which bombarded my mind.

I felt myself slipping backwards into the darkness and was dimly aware of my body falling with me.

Before my brain slipped into unconsciousness I felt an arm slip around my waist and an icy hand cradle the back of my head just before it hit the ground. I felt cold breathe blow across my face. Then there was darkness.

A/N: Oh, I feel so evil leaving it as a cliff, but I couldn't resist.

I have never been to America, so please excuse me if I get details wrong about airports, cars, cities etc. Gah, it's my birthday soon! I'm so excited. And four days before that, Breaking Dawn comes out! I am counting down the days, less than a month now!

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