(A/N I have never written fan fiction before, so this is my first shot. Let me know if I'm doing okay or not, I'd love to know that you are a reading my story. I plan to update at least once a week if not twice. I am keeping the love interested in this story a secret for now because I want it to be a surprise, but it won't be Edward. He's dead in this story.)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or world. I just like to play in it.
Chapter 2
Edward stroking my hair is somewhat of a fantasy and somewhat of a nightmare. I realize I am still not yet awake. Edward is dead. Edward is dead. I repeat to myself and I force myself out of a treacherous sleep.
I awake heart pounding and in a cold sweat. Night after night the same dream occurs. I had these dreams, nightmares really, when Edward was alive. He was always able to stop them before they got too bad. I leaned over to my bedside table and switched on the light. Taking a look around the cheap motel that I was staying in, I looked down at the sheets and scratchy comforter crumpled around me. Not exactly a five star hotel, I thought. I will have to check out in the morning. I can't risk being seen here. Even with as few people as there are, how would I explain myself? I supposed I could say I was the great granddaughter of Isabella Swan-Cullen. I shrugged pulling myself out of bed, 4:00am. It's a bit early to start the day but there is no since going back to sleep now. I grabbed my shampoo and crept to the bathroom. This motel is nothing if not lacking in cleanliness. I stepped into the gross looking shower being careful to only touch what I had to. At least the water was warm. I let the hot water roll down my body as I decided my next move. I have to find out the reason that I can't seem to age past 20 something. I looked down at my skin, still flawless and without a wrinkle. I should be in my nineties if I alive at all! I should have wrinkles and my boobs should not be this perky. Not that that is a terrible thing, I shrugged. Every mystical thing that I have learned about and everything that happened to me started in Forks. The answer must be here somewhere. I am going to have to stay until I figure it out. I stood in the shower until the water ran cold. I just don't know where to begin to solve this mystery.
As I readied myself in the morning, brushing my hair out and applying a touch of mascara, I decided to start at the library. Glancing at the clock I realized it was only 6:00. Just then I heard a small thump at the door. Curiously, I opened the door into the motel hallway and looked down.
"Ah, there is the breakfast the sign talked about." I picked up a plastic wrapped pastry of some sort with a red fruit filling. "Gross." I closed my door again and started picking at the pastry. I don't know exactly when I'll have the chance to eat again so I'll make the most of it. I flipped on the TV and watched local news anchors try to be serious about their careers. I wonder if they know that about ten people are watching them right now. They should crack a joke, I thought. I ate around the fake fruit filling of the danish until I couldn't stand it anymore and threw the rest away. That will have to do. I watched TV a bit longer before I decided to clean up the room a bit. Finally, I glanced at the clock again and saw that it was 10:00 am. I bet the library is open by now. I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. I realized I forgot my room key so I ran back to the nightstand to get it, banging my thigh on the low set dresser. Ouch! Good grief by now one would think I'd have better coordination than this.
I stepped out into the cold wet air. I was suddenly bombarded with memories of the same smells and feelings that I had when I was just 17. I walked down the street looking around at the small town that seemed so deserted, so left in the past. The earthquake left such a feeling of helplessness that the town seemed defeated as it sat. The buildings were trying their best to stand up and the residents were just getting by. I was so distracted by my observations of the town that I ran right into an old man in a wheel chair who had been motorizing his way down the sidewalk in the opposite direction.
"OW!" I said as I ran that same bruised thigh into his wheelchair "Oh, sir, I am so sorry."
"Oh never mind, you seemed so lost in thought" said the old man. His faded blue eyes met mine and a feeling of shock went into the pit of my stomach. He looked as if he saw right through me. He shook his finger at me as if recalling an old memory. Crinkling his already very wrinkled forehead a look of confusion and wonder over his face. I knew the moment his eyes met mine. I had walked right into Mike Newton.