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Heres Chapter 2
P.S.- I OWN NOTHING
I was standing at the end of a forest. It was warm, but there was no light except for a faint dim glow coming from the middle of the forest. It was nice. Serene. Peaceful
I look in the trees. Red eyes shone through the dark like blood red rubies. Strangely they didn't bother me. The pair of eyes followed me my every move, as if waiting to pounce. I was caught in their gaze.
Then I saw Grandmamma running out of the forest, a look of horror plastered on her face.
She grabbed my hand "Run Bella! You have to run!" She began pulling me away from those alluring eyes. I didn't want to go. I was caught in the dazzling gaze of the strange rubies shinning through the trees. I didn't understand. It was nice here, why did I need to go?
Suddenly my grandmother fell to the ground, shrieking in agony.
That got my attention.
"Grandmamma?! Grandmamma, what's wrong!" I screamed, fully panicking. I swiveled around, I saw no attacker. But, those red eyes were still there, following me. Whose were they? Why weren't they helping?"
Then my mother came from behind me.
"Bella, get out of here!" She yelled, trying to pull me away, like Grandmamma.
"What's wrong with her, what wrong with Grandmamma?!" I looked back to her body, but it was gone. I gasped and turned back to my mother's panic stricken face.
"Bella! You have to run!" I heard what my mother was saying but I froze. Those two pale hands, glistening in the dim, slowly creeping up around her neck. I saw them begin to pull her close. "Noo!" I screamed, diving to pull them away.
And my eyes flew open.
I was in Charlie's house, in my room, and sitting strait up in my bed. I was in a cold sweat.
God, those goddamn eyes. It was always those damn eyes fault. They always captured me, distracted me, until I was too late to save my family. Months, months, I have been having that dream, ever since…
No, it was better not to think about it. I sighed and look at my clock, 4:00 AM. Oh well, I might as well start getting ready for school. At least Charlie didn't have to give me a ride in the cruiser. Yesterday he gave me an old red truck as a "coming home" present. It was a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. I planned to get a car myself, but I had to admit to my intense surprise, I loved it. I didn't know if it would run, but I could see myself in it. Plus, it was one of those solid irons affairs that never gets damaged. Just what I need, something that could survive the hell I could put it through.
With my crummy luck and lack of coordination, I would some how manage to skid on black ice and hit some poor pedestrian. I sighed.
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I began to pull together everything on the school supplies list. I would have to go to the library to get the textbooks though. I guess I'll have to find someone to show me where it is. Fantastic, because everyone just loves to show around the new kid.
I slid the bundle of books into my dark olive green shoulder backpack. I dumped out my suitcases (I was too lazy to put them in the dresser the night before) I look for what I should wear. Honestly, I didn't care much about the whole "fashion" thing but I might as well make a good impression. I chose a comfy pair of jeans and a black turtle neck. That was about some of the warmest clothing I owned. I could probably go in a t-shirt and shorts and I would be fine but no need for people to think I was insane.
"Damn, why is it so cold here?" I muttered under my breath as I began to change. Not that being cold had ever been a problem for me; I was a pretty warm person. I still did not appreciate the cold gusts of wind that rattled the windows of my room.
I ran a brush through my hair and quickly determined that my hair was too wild to be tamed today. I flipped my head over, pulled it together and folded it into a sloppy bun.
I took the large light blue pendent on a chain and slide it over my neck. Giving my self a good look over in the mirror, I thought I look pretty deceit. I grabbed my ipod out of my duffle and quickly switched the song to Debussy.
My favorite. It was one of my mother's favorites as well
After sliding it in to my pocket, I made my bed. Then I lay on top of the covers, focusing on the music only, trying not to think, and waiting for the hours to pass by.
Hmm...what happened to Bella's mother and grandmother?
Not telling .
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