DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight I'm just playing around with Stephenie Meyer's characters.
I know that this is short but the chapters will get longer after this one. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I'm enjoying writing it:)
"Isabella!"
Light invaded the darkness I was residing. My eyes felt too heavy to open and I couldn't place who belonged to that voice.
"Isabella! Have you been out here all night?!" I felt someone shaking my body but I was too tired to tell them to stop. All I wanted to do was sleep.
"You smell disgusting, God have you been drinking?!" I managed to open an eye for a few seconds, it was a woman standing before me. "Nn-I," I tried to speak, but the numbness in my lips and tongue left me incoherent.
"Damn it, how could you be so irresponsible? After all that I have done for you," the tone of voice she was using reminded me of why this woman was so familiar to me. Renee.
"Mom—" I tried to lift my head but sharp pain pierced my brain making me cry out.
"That's right, I am your mother! Nice of you to remember that. Get up, we need to talk, this isn't a fucking hotel and you certainly seemed to be confused about that," I could tell she was livid but I couldn't think through the pain slicing through every inch of my body, "are you even listening to me?! You can't come and go as you please and then show up like you fucked the whole town!"
I knew her words should hurt me but my vision was blacking out again and her voice was fading out.
"Isabella! Answer me!" Her voice was agitated and I wished I could tell her what was wrong, that she was wrong.
"Isabella?" the sound of her panicking was the last I heard before the world turned upside down.