Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. All rights go to Stephanie Meyer.
Chapter One
A snap sounded from afar, my eyes settled where the snap originated from. My breathing was shallow, I was scared.
Knowing, that this was only a dream and I wasn't in any real danger. But, a feeling crept into me, like every other time that I had a dream. Another loud snap sounded, I inched closer.
The closer I walked I felt warm air emit from the darkness.
Lightening the fear that was coursing beneath my veins.
Lightning struck, enlightening the space before me.
A pale form stood.
"Edward, I'm scared." I said.
Hearing a small voice rearing itself from the back of my mind. Repeating. Never letting me think a clear thought.
"Bella, I'm leaving. I don't want you." A loud crack sounded.
Making my eyes go wide, while I was left screaming out.
Heat radiated off of me. Sweat formed and clanged to my tank-top on my skin. A light went on in the hallway and the next second I was staring into my mother's worried eyes.
It had been a week since I've been back in Jacksonville and left the constant reminder of the Cullens. Charlie had been worried and bought a ticket to Florida for me. I had no say in the matter.
Now every time I closed my eyes. Edward wasn't there, and the hole in my chest kept on expanding. I didn't know how I was functioning or let alone dreaming.
My mom came over to my bedside, and sat down by my legs.
"Same dream?" I nodded, in return she sighed.
Always telling me it was going to get better, but I didn't see it. I looked at the flashing red light. Signaling it was seven in the morning.
I had at least one more solid week left before the next school year started. I didn't want to think about it. It was my senior year, and school was just a reminder of what would have happened. My getting changed, but alas no vampire.
Therefore, no living life till eternity.
'Damn vampires'. With that thought, Bella sighed.
Turning on the light of her bathroom. Already imagining the calmness of the hot water that was already sprouting out of the shower head. To forget about her dreams, and to focus on her reality. A reality that she would have to get used to.
No matter, how much it outwardly sucked.
