Hello all.

This, after a long time -I'm sorry- of waiting, is the second part to 'Blind hope'.

Hope you enjoy it. =D

Last couple of sentences from chapter 1:

"I'm gonna go to bed soon, okay?"

"It's only seven thirty," he replied, in a slight trance by his programme but still aware that it was too early to sleep.

"Well I've got other stuff I need to do," I responded.

"Okay. Have fun," He said, as he returned his attention back to the TV.

You know, sometimes it feels like God is punishing me

I walked away, heading for the stairs, but wasn't paying full attention. There was a huge bang, loud enough for Charlie to hear even over the TV, when I walked straight into one of the walls.

"Ow." I moaned, rubbing my head where I banged it.

"Bella, you okay?" Charlie was out of his seat and placing his hand on my forehead in seconds.

"I'm fine, dad," Wincing when his hand ran over the sore spot on my head.

"This is the perfect example of why I want you to have someone help you around Forks high school," he spoke in a strong, parental voice.

"I'm getting to know this house is all. Back at phoenix I knew the house completely and I didn't have to worry about the walls. It was only the occasional chair or box in my way that Mum didn't tell me was there. After a few weeks here I should know this place like I did at Mum's." My persuasion was matched by the pain in my tone as my scalp ached.

"Forks high is going to be a new place too. Plus it's bigger, Bells. You're not budging me on this. It's already arranged anyway so there's no point in mopping about it. If I've got to keep my word, then so do you."

Mentally I groaned in defeat, "Fine." I turned and trudged up the stairs.

I wanted to slam my bedroom door like a child, but resisted the urge and let it swing shut when I reached my room. Roaming through my wardrobe for my pyjamas, I pulled out, what I hoped was, my favourite sleepwear clothes. I also grabbed my bag of toiletries and headed for the bathroom to have a shower. It took me a while to figure out where the shower was and how to turn it on, but I figured it out on my own, that was the main thing.

When I was done - refreshed and a little more relaxed than before- I got dressed. The top was big, and hung baggily off me. It had holes in it and I'd never known if they were supposed to be there or if I had accidently done something to cause it. Matching the top was trousers, baggy and comfortable. The only depressing thing about it was I'd never known what colour they were until my mother told me. Living back in Phoenix is easier than spending time in Forks, my mother would help me find the clothes I wanted in my dresser. I couldn't picture asking Charlie what I should wear and what looked nice, nor would I. Just a couple of months here then I'll be heading back to mum. Until then I'd just have to wear jeans and t-shirts to play it safe, and only ask Charlie if I wasn't accidently wearing my clothes inside out.

My mind was at bliss, matching pros with cons, as I made my way to my room once more and speedily laid out my clothes for tomorrow, not thinking of what I'd need them for.

At that moment I'd forgotten my problems, I was tranquil, and for the second time in one day I flopped on to my bed, pulling the covers around me.

What felt like minutes later, I was lost in a dream that was, at first, joyful then torturing.

I dreamt that I was in hospital, after undergoing a major surgery to restore my sight. Ragged material was wrapped around my head tightly, so tight I wanted to yank it off, but every time I tried my arms wouldn't move.

There was pain, a lot of it, even though I was sedated. The drugs did nothing for the pain; they just sent me to sleep. But in unconsciousness I could still hear voices around me, my mother, my father, Phil and other people I hadn't heard from in a while. Then there were voices I'd never heard before, the nurses, the doctors and other staff. Other sounds, the thrumming and buzzing noises from the machines, a women speaking on an intercom and the scurrying of footsteps.

The noises got louder and more defined, ringing in my ears and banging against my ear-drums.

Cold hands scrapped my face as they unwound the bandage off my head and away from my eyes.

A calm, sure voice of the doctor told me to open my eyes.

My eyelids fluttered open and I saw a world I didn't want to see. All the people around me had no faces, for I had never seen them before, I didn't know what they looked like. In all directions, faces were blurred into contorted and unnatural shapes.

The last thing I could recall from the dream was all the people encircling me, closing in.

I gasped myself awake and out of my nightmare. My hair was tangled and puffy, dangling over my eyes. I lay restless for a while, unable to shake off the dream, a dream I've experienced for years, that has recurred throughout my childhood.

When my breathing slowed to a normal pace and I'd convinced myself that no one was in the room with me, I slipped again into a sleep; Hoping that it would be soon that I had to wake up.

"Bella?" A tap on my shoulder, "Bella?" A shake of my arm; "Bella, wake up, you've got school today," he taunted.

"Great," I groaned sleepily. Charlie chuckled. "Thanks for waking me".

"Sure, no problem, Bells. You need anything else?"

"Umm...no, I don't think so. Oh, except, can you tell me what clothes I've put out to wear? I'm not sure..."

"What? That pile on the floor?"

I think that's where I put it. "That's the one."

"Urr...well...a pair of blue jeans...a grey t-shirt...and a brown jumper...I think that's what it is. Nice choice, I'm sure it'll look great" He said awkwardly.

"Thanks" I said, matching his tone.

I hadn't realised he was sat on the bed beside me until he got up and made the mattress spring back. "If there's anything else you need just shout, Bells," his tone still awkward.

"'kay".

The door banged shut after Charlie and echoed in the silence, leaving me alone.

Sluggishly, still half asleep from my troubled night, I dressed with the slightest of struggle with my jumper. When I was decent, dressed, my hair brushed and my school bag packed I joined Charlie in the kitchen for breakfast. It was silent as we ate and I didn't protest when Charlie washed up.

I brushed my teeth instead of complaining and readied myself for the day ahead. Keeping calm took all the effort in me.

"Bella? You don't want to be late on the first day, do you?" Charlie bellowed up the stairs.

"No. I'll be right down." I said, pulling my brush on the bathroom counter through my hair one last time before descending the flight of stairs to meet Charlie at the front door.

"Schoolbag..."he said handing it to me. "You ready?"

"Yes, I think so. Do I look okay?"

"Yeah, now let's go." He sounded eager to get me to school. I groaned, throwing the strap of my bag onto my shoulder.

He guided me to the police cruiser; I'd never tell him how embarrassing it'd be for me to arrive at school in the police car. Charlie being Charlie, over protective, helped me into the passenger seat.

"When was it that I stepped into a time machine and hurtled back a few years to the point where I can't be trusted to buckle my own seatbelt?" I asked.

There was no answer, so I let it drop. In no time, Charlie was behind the wheel and off down the road.

He had the nerve to ask me if I was excited about school.

"Oh, yeah," my tone dripped with sarcasm.

"Hey, if you don't want to go we can just go home and you can be homeschooled or something."

"No. It's what I want," I said stubbornly.

He was curious, "why?"

I took a deep breath, "well I've always been seen differently to everyone else, and I feel that going to a normal school will help me feel better; more human."

Charlie huffed, not wanting to argue, "Alright."

From then on we drove in silence.

Hope you like it.

I'm not very sure of it yet but hopefully it will get better. =D

Please review!