First thank all of you for your reviews on my first chapter. I know the first chapter didn't give much away but I will get there very soon my darlings.
Once again I down own anything twilight just my ideas.
Bella POV
I looked around the unfamiliar dark surroundings, my heart was pounding, and as I slowly realized where I was the terror brought on by my nightmare slowly subsided. I looked over at my alarm clock and it read 4:47 a.m. Then I heard a strange tapping noise, and I realized that somebody was quietly knocking on my door. "um hold on a sec" I said realizing that my voice was overcome with tears and grief. I grabbed my robe and threw it on, and wiped my face realizing that it was tear soaked. I opened to door and standing there was my extremely tall and muscular RA "Isabella are you ok? I was doing my last rounds in the wing for the night and I heard terrified screaming come from your room." Her face was full of real concern. I took a deep breath and could feel the blush burn into my cheeks. "I'm really sorry I talk in my sleep and when I have nightmares I scream out loud. I'm so sorry I hope I didn't disturb anybody else." I looked both directions down my long hall and didn't see anybody peeking out to see where the freak that was screaming was at, and so then I felt a little relieved. "Ok Isabella I just wanted to make sure you were ok. Thanks for telling me something that I am sure was difficult for you" I sighed I needed to put an end to the Isabella nonsense immediately. 'Thanks Christy, but please call me Bella." She looked a little surprised but then she smiled sweetly and said "Ok Bella, have a good night I hope you sleep better." Then she walked away and I was alone again.
I laid back in bed trying not to think about the dream that made me scream. I remember the darkness as always, but this time his face floated by and I kept hearing his words over and over, "It will be as if I never existed". Then I heard another voice a husky deep voice say "why do I love you?" The two voices mixed together and and made the darkness push onto me and I felt like I was suffocating. Then I screamed to make it stop, and that was when I awoke.
I finally fell back into a dreamless sleep thankfully for the others that slept within hearing range. My alarm clock buzzed the most annoying sound I had ever heard, and I knew deep down that my first day of college was going to rough.
I didn't need to take a shower since I had done so before bed, so I spent 20 minutes picking out my outfit. Felling sad and amused I thought how making the same choice would have taken Alice 30 seconds. I pulled on a tight pair of hip hugger jeans, and a blue v-neck blouse. I then threw on my trusty pair of Doc's knowing full well that would have sent Alice into a tissy fit. I then looked at my clock and realized it was only 6:45 a.m. so I went to my mirror and curled my hair in big bouncing curls. I then realized my face didn't match the rest of me, it was sallow and pale and the dark circles under my eyes made me look...well....like a vampire, not a good looking one but still. So I searched my drawers and found the rarely used make-up and tried to hide what the past year had done to my looks. Once finished and satisfied that I didn't resemble a corpse I went to my mini fridge and grabbed an orange and a small bottle of milk. Once finished with my breakfast I gathered my books and schedule, and threw on my brown raincoat and walked out into my new life.
I looked down at my schedule for the day and sighed, my 8 a.m. class was freshman english. I found the building number, and looked at the map realizing that I would need to take the campus bus to the other side of campus. As I rode the bus to my morning destination I looked at all the classes I had today. English 101, Psychology 101, History 101, and lastly Biology 101. Looking at the schedule I shook my head knowing that none of these classes would have anything I haven't learned and done before. I couldn't understand why the first semester of college was mandatorily a review of high school. The bus stopped, and I took a deep breath as prepared to enter the college world.
I walked into my english class and quickly found a seat in the middle of the class, and glanced around. There were about 60 desks in the large room, this would be hard to get used to. On the desk I sat in was this semester's syllabus. I looked to the front of the room and saw a blonde curly haired lady in her forties wearing a very hippyish outfit. She was a kind looking lady but I could tell just from looking at her that she was going to be a fan of the classical romances. With that thought I searched through the outline of the course, SHIT, the first month was going to be all about Shakespeare and of course the first play we would work with was Romeo and Juliet. I dropped my head onto the desk fighting the urge to run from the room screaming. Why oh why does the world hate me so much. I don't really remember how the next hour and a half went by I know most of it was an introduction, Professor Jones was animated about going over the syllabus, but I just couldn't bring myself to think about it. I was so lost in trying not to think I almost missed her dismissal of the class. I heard all the chairs and looked up, and quickly followed suit. As I walked out the door I whispered to myself "one down three to go".
It wasn't hard finding my next class it was in the next building, the hour and a half I spent there was uneventful my psychology professor Dr. Lucas did the same review of the syllabus. I then knew that the rest of my day would be the same. I had two hours before history so I walked around campus and eventually stopped at the cafeteria and had lunch, oh man college food is worse than Charlie's cooking. After forcing down the nasty food I headed to history, and not to my surprise it went by just the same as my other two classes had. Professor Earlson had the most montone voice I had ever heard, I wasn't overly interested in history in the first place and with that boring voice I knew this was going to be a difficult class to survive. It was 4 p.m when I got out of the torture of reviewing the history syllabus. I only had ten minutes to reach my biology class so I had to walk at a much faster rate than safe for me; of course I tripped and became the object of snickers and stares.
I reached my biology class with six minutes to spare, so I relaxed as I walked to the auditorium sized classroom, this room could easily hold 300 people. Outside the door was a table with a sign saying to take one before entering. I grabbed the syllabus and sighed knowing what I was in store for the next two hours. As I walked in the door I read the name of the course and the professor's name. Dr. Carlisle Cullen. As soon as the words I read hit my mind I heard a very loud gasp. My mind was reeling and the pain was more unbearable than it had ever been. I turned to the direction the gasp had come from and my eyes locked onto the eyes of the most beautiful person I had seen in a year. He must have smelt me when I entered the room, that was why he gasped. I was locked into his gaze and then it hit me from deep inside all the emotions that I had tried to lock up came flooding through me with blinding speed and indescribable pain. I heard another gasp and then there was nothing. I was surrounded by darkness, and I felt like I was drowning in painful emotions. Then I heard the fatherly voice that shouldn't be so familiar "Bella, Bella dear, can you hear me?"
