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D.C. I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHTBELLA POVI glanced over at the phone as I heard the loud ringer. I wonder who'd be calling at this hour … I shrugged, and picked up the phone with a soft "Hello?"
"Isabella?" I heard an older mans familiar voice, and it sounded choked up with tears.
"Charlie? Is that you? What's wrong?" I immediately began to panic, and motioned for my mother to come over. Placing the phone flat on the table, I put it on speaker. "Start from the beginning."
"I-I-it's your sister, Bella. She got in a horrible accident," he choked out.
"My sister? I don't have a sister." I was definitely confused now.
"Yes, you do … Her name is Rebecca, and she's your twin," my mother said quietly.
"Why haven't I ever met her? And what happened to her, Charlie?" I placed my hands at hips, my brow furrowing with frustration.
"She was riding on the back of her boyfriends motorcycle … there was a screeching noise, and Jake swerved to miss the car that had lost control, and the bike got hit. Jake managed to stay on and only had a few minor scrapes, but Becca … She's in critical condition. She had almost all her skin scraped off her arms, legs, chest, and abdomen, she had to get stitches on her tongue, and she shattered her hipbone. She also had a horrible concussion, and is in ICU. She's due for surgery in a few hours, and they gave her put her under anesthetic and painkillers. She's out cold right now, and there's a lot of people here for her, but I think she needs her sister and mother, too." He choked up and I could hear the tears in his voice.
I closed my eyes tight. This cannot be happening … Not today of all days … I sighed. "Alright Charlie, I'll be there in a about 6 or 7 hours, since mom can't come due to work. Here she is," I passed the phone to her, seeing the tears in her eyes.
I walked away, hearing her crying yet unable to help. A twin … Named Rebecca … In ICU in Forks, Washington … Well, this should be interesting …
I leaned back in my set on the plane, my tired eyes slowly closing. I wonder what Rebecca is like, and if she'll make it … My mother said I was to move in with them, so I had all my bags and personal items down below in the storing dock, and my carryon was above my head in the holder. It wouldn't hurt to close my eyes for just a little while …
In my dream, I could see a girl that looked exactly like me. She was wearing a blue blouse, deep blue skinny jeans, and boots over the jeans, and she had a blue messenger bag. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was hugging a boy with deeply tanned skin, short black hair, and black eyes. He was a handsome young man. They were walking to a black motorcycle and were getting on it. Deep inside my gut, I knew something bad would happen if they took off on it. I yelled, but it came out a whisper, and ran towards them, my hand outstretched, whispering for them to stop. Why weren't they listening to me?
The girl smiled as she put on her helmet and wrapped her arms around his waist, staring at him with love radiating in her eyes. He had the same look as he revved the bike and took off. I knew, in some odd way, that this was Becca, this was my sister.
Somehow, I was suddenly on a sidewalk, next to a stoplight. Suddenly, I heard the screeching of tires, and saw the girl on the bike. The boy swerved and a gray Volvo hit the bike. The boy stayed on, and the girl went flying. My mouth opened a silent 'No,' but it was too late, the girl landed on her hip and slid across the road. She laid there for a moment, then began a terrible, horrific screaming. People were yelling and running toward her, even as the screams slowly went silent and her body went limp, her helmet sliding from her head, and her long brown hair spilling around her in a soft halo.
