This is a story thats been messing with my head. Its about Bella as a young child and this is her 'Trespasser'.

Please at least pretend that you like it.

The Trespasser

I walked out of my house into the cold afternoon air. I could feel it nip at my cheeks and freeze medown to my toes as I walked down to the vehicle I would be riding in today. I greeted my driver with a simple smile, willing my cheeks to move into the familiar face I am told to wear on a daily basis. He smiles back, but his brown eyes are nervous, looking everywhere but at me. Then I notice another person in the car, a woman, a Trespasser in my safe haven. She smiles warmly at me, her bright blue eyes alight with kindness and a loving tenderness that makes me despise her all the more."Hi." the Trespasser says, "My name is Rosalie." She pauses, waiting for me to reply to her. As if I would respond to her, the one who ruined everything. She broke into my haven and burned it, leaving me covered in blazing embers and falling ashes. She ruined everything.

When I don't respond to her, her smile falls, her eyes glistening with the tears of my rejection. The driver looks at her, he looks at her in that special way his eyes shining with concern for her, the Trespasser. The Trespasser shakes her head, putting on a happy face to hide her hurt.

He looks back at me, his face screaming disappointment for my behavior. I shrug not caring about what he thinks. The Trespasser takes his hand and he turns back to the front, looking out into my icy wonderland filled with soft, sweet snowflakes and candy clouds of lullaby. His face morphs into one of disgust and contempt, staining my world of paper flowers and purple skies with his dull brown eyes filled with hatred and his stone cold heart filled with blackness and sins. Sins created by the Trespasser.

He backs up the vehicle, flinching at the squeaking snow and cracking ice. He turns down the road; moving too fast and making me smack my head into the widow. I whimper softly, the pain breaking through my shield of abandonment and despair. Neither of them moves it's as if they don't care. I lean my head against the cold glass, the ice numbing the throbbing in my head.

I look up, watching as my purple sky starts to fade, a world of nothingness blowing my way. I try to fight it, wanting to keep my perfect world of sanctity. But it pushes back, dragging me down. I close my eyes and try to sleep. knowing that my dreams would comfort me. I keep them closed, knowing if I open them she'll be next to me, beckoning me, forsaking all I've fallen for. I pray that I can prevail.

I hear her voice, haunting me; the Tresspasser's eyes filled with a kind of dangerous persuasiveness, telling me its okay, how she just wants to love me, and me to love her back. I resist, and I feel something cold run down my cheek, the black tears falling down, eating and slashing at my resistance.

They are burning me.

Suddenly, I hear an ear piercing scream. I look up confused, and I see the Trespasser screaming. Why is she screaming? Why is the Trespasser's voice filled with fear and panic?

There's a loud crunching sound, and my body lurches forward, the seatbelt pulling against my chest, but I don't feel it. I see another car next to us, too close, too close! Why is it so close??

I hear a snap, and I see the Trespasser's head rolling around her neck, and something dripping down her face.

Then there's another snap, crack, and shatter as my window breaks. I turn my head and see lights. Oh, so many lights.

I feel a crushing force against my body. Then I see something that is absolutely beautiful.

My purple sky and candy clouds of lullaby.

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