Bella turned over to look at the clock on the bedside cabinet, 4:37, was displayed in green. She wondered if it was too early to get up, to leave the fear that sleep encompassed. She slid quietly out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. Her eyes had dark circles beneath them, not getting more than five hours of sleep a night will do that to you. As she began to smear concealer across her down-trodden eyes she grabbed the remote to her iPod dock. The harsh sounds of Placebo began to stream through the speakers.
Remember me when you're the one who's silver screened
Remember me when you're the one you've always dreamed
Wasn't that her? She had gotten her big break, she had signed movie deals, one after the other. This is what she had wanted right? As a little girl she had prayed every night, 'God, please make me famous, let me become a movie star. I promise I'll eat all my veggies if you let me.' This was supposed to be a dream come true, so why did it seem like such a nightmare?
Remember me whenever noses start to bleed
Remember me, special needs
Bella couldn't take it anymore, she stalked over to the dock and yanked the plug out of the wall, blue sparks flew from the outlet. She sat down on the king-sized bed with Egyptian cotton sheets. Falling back she looked at the blank, white ceiling above her. It was so unlike the ceiling above her bed in Forks, here there were no band posters, or pictures cut out of magazines. The walls had no summer snapshots scotch taped into place. They were barren, so white they looked as though they belonged in a hospital. This wasn't where she belonged. If this was how it was going to be, was it really worth it?
Bella got up and opened the bottom drawer of the chest across the room. She pulled out the designer camis and twenty-dollar underwear. Underneath it all lay a yellow envelope, with the words, 'FOR BELLA, DON'T FORGET' written in a man's scribble. She pulled the flap up, the edge was worn down from being opened and closed so many times. Inside was a jumble of papers and photographs. She flipped through old report cards and photos of her at age six riding horses at day camp. Then near the end she found what she was looking for, a small photograph with worn down edges. It captured one of the small moments of life, just a snapshot taken on a sunny early-July day. Pictured were three boy and a man, all with dazzlingly huge grins smeared on their faces. Each looked like they had never been so happy in their entire lives.
Bella studied each of the faces. The tall blond man looked amused at the antics of the three others. The huge, football type was in the middle of a laugh, his mouth open and eyes closed. The blond boy's smile was smaller, more subdued, but still contained the same joy. And finally, the tall, thin boy with bronze hair and beautiful eyes.
Bella murmured while choking back sobs, 'Edward, Edward' she took a deep breath and said almost inaudibly, 'I love you Edward, I really do'. She shoved all of the memorabilia back into the envelope, stood up, brushed off her jeans, and left the room. She couldn't remember him today, not today.
AN: Don't worry, it'll get happier I promise, I just needed to set up some background. I hope you gals (and guys too!) are enjoying this. I hope to update daily if possible. Please review, I love feedback and want to improve my writing, and I can only do that if I get feedback! Thanks y'all, I love ya!