FORKS, WASHINGTON; FRIDAY, JUNE 5, 1998

I heard a tap by the window. I tensed up suddenly, turning around slowly. I saw a dark figure outside my window. I headed towards it when I heard an all-familiar voice.

"Bella! Open the window!"

I opened it and found Edward sitting on the tree outside my window.

"What are you doing here? It's almost eleven!" I almost exclaimed at him. This was the time I usually fell asleep during the weekend.

He shrugged. "I was bored."

"So you decided to come over to my house, climb up a tree, and come into my room?" I questioned him.

"Pretty much. And I also wanted to ask you something else."

"What is it?" I played with my loose tooth with the tip of my tongue. Why won't it fall out already? It's my last one!

"Err, next week is the end-of-the-year dance…" he started nervously.

"Yeah?" I kept on playing with my tooth. I felt it getting looser and looser.

"I was wondering if you would consider going with me?" he asked hesitantly. I kept playing with my tooth.

"Sure-Ow!" I yelped as I felt my tooth fall. I spit out the tooth into my palm, disgusted.

"Hey, the tooth you've been complaining about fell out. Is that the last one?" Edward asked, giving me a tissue to wipe my bloody wound and tooth.

"Yup. And I'm glad. It was getting frustrating." I wiped the blood off the tooth. Edward snatched it from my hand and put it under my pillow.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked him once he came back from my bed.

"You're supposed to put your tooth under your pillow so the tooth fairy could get it." he explained.

"Okay. Now, go! I have to get up early tomorrow!" I started pushing him towards the window.

"For what?"

"I'm hanging out with you, right?" I explained. He somehow managed to come through my window and wake me up at around six in the morning.

"True. Goodnight." He said before he went out the window.

"Oh, wait!" he peeked his head over the windowsill.

"What?"

"Remember, don't look the tooth fairy directly in the face."

"I won't. Now, leave! You're going to wake me up at six! I just know it!" I hissed at him.

"Okay, goodnight!" he chuckled while he climbed down the tree. I got under my covers and waited for sleep to come to me.

It never did.

I waited two hours until I saw a shadow creeping towards me with no face. I hid under my covers. I managed to sneak my hand out towards my nightstand where I always kept a flashlight. I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want the person to find out I was awake; also, I was too scared to see what would happen if I talked out loud.

The shadow kept on getting closer towards my pillow. I couldn't take the suspense; I pulled the covers from my face and saw it.

It stared at me murderously. I got scared so I turned my flashlight on and pointed it towards its face. It shrieked a high-pitch scream and backed away. I got off my bed, flashlight in hand, and made a run for it towards my dad's bedroom. My mother had died in a freak accident when I was five.

"Daddy!" I screamed once I got to the hall where his room was. "Daddy!" tears were leaking out of my eyes as I pounded my fists against his bedroom door. I kept yelling and hitting the door until he opened it a couple seconds later.

"What is it, Bell?" he asked, checking to my arms and all that if incase I was injured.

"There was a shadow in my room! A ghost!" I was in hysterics. Sobs were coming out of me as tears were streaming down my cheeks.

"There's no such thing as ghosts, Bell." He said calmly.

I heard the scream again.

"There it is, Daddy! There it is! It's after me!" I snuggled my face into his chest. I heard it again.

"Make it stop!" I pointed the flashlight down the hall where I came from. I was frozen; I had pointed the flashlight towards the thing, right at its face. It screamed the same scream again. I took off in a run towards the restroom. I turned on all the lights in there. I was so happy my mom and dad had decided to do the restroom white when they renovated it.

"Bell-ah!" I heard him call me; my name was cut off. The thing must have gotten him. I'm never going to see Daddy again, like Mommy.

I locked the door to the bathroom and ran towards the bathtub, flashlight still in hand. Tears were leaking out of my eyes as I tried to quiet my sobs.

Daddy… I thought as I hugged my knees towards my chest.

I was hidden behind the shower curtain, waiting to see if the thing leaves.

It didn't.

I supposed it came looking for me. It saw the restroom was the only room with the door closed, so it thought I was in there. I was. It came to the door and tried to open it; it couldn't because I had locked it.

It twisted and turned the knob, trying to get it loose. I was shaking from fear. It kept twisting the knob. I had run out of tears; my lips tasted salty from the few tears that had managed to go over them.

Mommy… I thought as the thing managed to open the bathroom door. I heard it shriek a scream as it came in contact with the light. I smiled smugly for a few seconds until I remembered my situation. I stayed in the bathroom the rest of the night.

_=_=_

The neighbors had called the police seeing that they had heard a ruckus from inside the house. A cop found me huddled, shaking in fear, in the bathtub of my lit bathroom. They tried to get me to talk but I was too scared to say anything. They thought I had killed my own father, which I didn't.

They took me out to a cruiser and put me in the back. I had managed to take a peek of who was there. Edward Masen, my best friend who had gotten the nerve to ask me to the end-of-the-year dance, was staring at me with an unreadable face. I stared at my house-the house that had been my sanctuary for so long-that turned into the set of my real-life horror movie.

They took me to a mental hospital, asylum as I like to call it, and put me in therapy. I continued my classes in a special room and eventually graduated from high school at age 16-I was advanced for my age. I stayed in the asylum all my school life and kept going to therapy, by force, until high school ended.

They thought that they had ended my "little problem". I say, it just stayed the same. I got scared of the dark, permanently, and whenever they left me in the dark, I would scream bloody murder for someone to get me out of the dark room. I was afraid that the thing that attacked me and my deceased father would come after me again. They kept me out of the room after the time I had gotten scratch marks from when the thing tried to get me. They figured it was a bad thing, and permanently stopped all of that kind of therapy immediately.

I was never the same after that faithful night I was ten-years old.

_=_=_

JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA; SATURDAY, JULY 31, 2010

That was twelve years ago. I managed to go to college and get a degree. I'm not sure why though, maybe because I needed a good-paying job.

After I was released from the asylum, I was able to inherit the money that my dad had left for me in case he died. Let me tell you, it was quite a sum. I also had money in my trust fund. It wasn't the amount I was supposed to have, since I was only ten when it happened. I took some money from my inheritance and bought a plan ticket to one of the sunniest states in the United States: Florida.

I chose to go to Florida for two reasons. Reason one: it was a place that had light and sun, a good combination for me. Reason two: it was my mother's home-state. In fact, Jacksonville was my mother's hometown. I had to move away from Forks, I had to. I wouldn't be able to stand all those stares, pity looks, sympathy looks, and "oh my god, I can't believe she would kill her own father" looks. People in Forks still think that I killed my own father, and I wouldn't be able to stand to see Edward again after he saw me get escorted out of my house to a police cruiser in the driveway.

I packed everything up one day and bought a plane ticket to Forks. I was going to Forks to visit, and help, very good friend.

Okay, that's the first chapter, and don't forget, REVIEW!

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-Andy Parker