A/N: Hey everyone. I am so sorry it took me so long to get the first chapter up. I wanted to make sure that it was as good as the prologue so you guys wouldn't be disappointed. This is my First fanfic. I would ask for you guys to go easy on me, but I want your honest opinions so I know if I'm doing a good job, so don't be afraid to be brutal. I can take it.
Ok every one here it is, the first chapter. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
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Chapter 1- A New Start
"No!" I woke up screaming. My entire body was shaking and I was covered in layers of sweat. My heart was beating so hard it was practically jumping out of my chest and I was gasping for air.
This is how I woke up everyday. Shaking and hyperventilating because of a nightmare that decided to haunt me during the only time I'm able to escape real life. I guess it's not enough for my memories to hover in my mind during the day, oh no, they have to take over my subconscious state of being too. Figures. Ever since my dad was killed, my waking life became a big pile of shit, so why not my sleeping one too? Well shit it was. Vivid and detailed shit. People who don't remember their dreams in the morning don't know how lucky they are. They get their escape; they get their freedom; and they don't have to relive the day they found their father dead.
Flashback:
"Bella! Help!"
I was walking home from school with my two best friends Franchesca and William. Franny was chasing after Willy because he pulled her hair.
"Nuh-uh Will. You're on your own for this one," I said shaking my head trying not to laugh.
"I'm going to hurt you William!" Franny yelled getting closer.
"Oh come on Bella!" Willy was trying to throw her off his trail by running in circles and swerving from side to side. "B-e-l-l-a! Get her aw-"He was cut of by a lamp post.
I couldn't hold it in anymore. I broke down laughing.
"Hahaha… You… Ha… Pole… Haha... Should have seen… Ha… FACE! Hahahaha!" I was on the floor rolling with laughter and gasping for air. My sides were hurting and I could feel my face darkening due to the lack of oxygen. But I couldn't care less because that had to be the most funniest thing I had ever seen him do since I met him, which is something considering Franchesca and Willy have to be the most hilarious human beings alive when they are together. And It didn't help my state of hysterics when Franny attacked him the minute she caught up.
"Ah! Franny get off of me!" Willy yelled.
Franchesca was on his back hitting where ever she could reach while grabbing a fist full of his hair and tugging. "Take that and that and that," she said with a grin on her face.
"Ok," I said finally recovering from my laughing fit. "I think he's had enough don't you? Plus I don't think your mom wants to bail her ten-year-old daughter out of jail for murdering her brother."
"Fine."
With one last tug of hair and slap to the head, Franny finally let Willy up. They were both covered in mud and Willy's honey blonde hair was sticking out in every direction. I burst out laughing again. "You two look like you just got pulled around by a dog twice your size through a pool full of mud."
"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you Isabella," Willy said looking at me with an evil grin. I immediately stopped laughing and focused on the two standing in front of me.
They were starring into each others blue eyes having a silent conversation and smiling. After a while they turned to look at me and then back at each other
"Get her!" they screamed
Oh crap, I thought as I watched their muddy forms lung at me. I jumped out of the way at the last second only to fall in a pile of mud on my own. Stupid uncoordinated feet.
Soon I was being jumped on and getting mud flung at me and dumped in my hair. "Ah! Let me go let me go! I surrender I surrender."
They both hoped off of me giggling. When they were giving each other high-fives, I called their name and got two large scoops of mud. When they turned to face me I through it at them. Score. "Suckers!" I yelled and took of running and laughing.
I was only a few houses down from mine when I heard them coming up behind me.
"Come back here Bella!" Willy yelled
"Yeah Bella, we won't hurt you," Franchesca said giggling. I could hear them getting closer, so I started running faster.
I finally got to my door, when all of a sudden there were mud balls being thrown at me. "We're gonna get you Swan," they said in unison. "You'll never take my alive!" I replied as I ran into my house.
I ran up to my room to put away my backpack and get my water balloons and water gun. This was war now. "Dad what ever you do, do not open the door. It's revenge of the mud twins out there and I'm under attack," I said getting my ammo and turning back to the door. "Wish me luck dad."
"Dad?" I stopped with my hand on the door knob because I haven't heard a single reply from my father ever since I walked in the door. Usually he would say hi and start asking me questions about my day as soon as I walk through the door, but today he didn't. I had just realized how quiet it actually was. I knew my mom was still working her shift at the airport, but my dad should've been home by then. "Dad are you here?" I walked into the living room only to become frozen were I stood.
There lying on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood, was my father Charlie Swan. "DAD!" I yelled as I dropped the water balloons and ran up to him. His body sat there lifeless and his once warm sparkling blue eyes were now cold, empty holes. His curly brown hair was matted in clumps all over the place because of the blood that spread to it from the bullet sized hole that was now present in the middle of his forehead. I collapsed to my knees beside him and started caressing his cheek. It was pale and ice cold. I felt tears rolling down my face as I locked eyes with my now dead father. So cold. So empty. I couldn't hold back. I placed my head against his chest and cried harder then I ever had before. It was so silent and he was so still.
End of flashback
I shook my head to try and get rid of the memories, but all I succeeded in doing was giving myself a headache. I looked at the alarm clock that was sitting on the desk beside my bed and noticed it read 11 o'clock. I sighed and rolled out of bed so I could get ready for the day.
While I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, I glanced at my face in the mirror. I was pale and had little circles under my brown eyes. My mahogany colored hair was in a tangled mess around my waist. My eyes were empty, just like they have been ever since that day seven years ago. I looked down at the day old cut that rested on my wrist and the ones that surrounded it and laughed. The things I did to feel something other then what I felt right now. I took one last look in the mirror and went to get dressed.
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Fifteen minutes later I was walking down stairs dressed in a pair of jeans, band t, black and red high tops, and matching black and red hoodie with the hood pulled up. I entered the kitchen to see Renee, my mom, and Phil, my stepdad and fathers suppose to be best friend. I say suppose to be because even though he was always around the house and claimed he would do anything for him, he didn't seem that upset when he found out my father was killed and his murderer was never caught. He seemed more focused on getting my mother as well as other things. Even when my dad was still alive and he came over to 'hangout', he seemed more interested in those other things.
Renee and Phil were silently sitting at the kitchen table watching me as I walked to the fridge and took out a bottle of orange juice. When I put the juice back in the fridge and sat down at the island that was located on the opposite side of the kitchen, I noticed they were still watching.
Finally after about ten minutes of an awkward silence, Renee cleared her throat and began to talk. "Why don't you come sit over here with us Bella?" She said gesturing to the seat that was across from them at the table. I remained seated were I was and just stared at her with the same blank expression I always wore around them. "Please Bella? We need to talk to you."
Silence. "Fine," she sighed.
"Ok, what's going on with you lately? First you are being brought home by the cops at three o'clock in the morning drunk, then you're skipping school and getting into fights, now you're being kicked out of yet another school." She finished waiting for me to answer.
I stayed quiet.
"come on honey what's wrong? You were always such a good kid. You've always been able to talk to me. We were best friends and then one day everything just changed."
I still sat there starring in silence.
"Please talk to me. Is it your father? Is that what this is about? Are you upset I married Phil? Do you think he is trying to replace him, because you know he would never try to do that right? He cares about you too. "
I narrowed my eyes at her. You have no idea what's going on, I thought as I looked her in the eyes.
My mom still worked at the airport as a flight attendant so she was usually gone for weeks on end and didn't know what went on with me while she was away. She claims we were close, but if that were true she would have been able to see what has been happening a long time ago. She would have been able to see the truth when she looked at me, but she doesn't and I don't think she ever will because the truth is, I don't think she ever cared.
Renee looked down at her folded hands, sighed, and whispered "we're moving."
I looked at her in shock and spoke for the first time that morning. "I'm not going anywhere." My voice was low but fierce. She looked at me shocked. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide. Phil, who had been sitting by her side with an arm flung across her shoulders the entire time quiet, just looked at me with a smug grin plastered across his face and amusement dancing in his eyes. He knew exactly what was wrong with me and he enjoyed it.
After a few minutes passed, Renee was finally able to compose her face. "Yes you are," she said sternly. "Phoenix is not the place for us anymore. I don't think it's the right environment for you, and there are too many painful reminders and bad influences around. We believe," she said pointing between herself and Phil, "that you need a new start to get back to the old you, the real you."
I couldn't believe what she was saying. The real me? You don't even know me. You never have and you never will. The only person who did is now dead and the 'real me' died right along with him.
I stood up from my seat and walked towards the front door. Before I walked out, I turned back towards my mother and looked her square in the eye. "I. Am. Not. Going. A-n-y-w-h-e-r-e." I said enunciating anywhere with ferocity still plain in my voice and stormed out of the open door slamming it behind me.
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A/N: Hey. I hope you liked the first chapter. I promise it won't take me another 3-4 weeks to update again. In fact, have already started chapter 2. Please, please, please review and tell me what you think and any suggestions you may have. It would make everything a whole lot easier.
Luv u guys.
-Niesha
