AN: Here's Chapter 2 of Under Her Spell. I hope you enjoy it. As Always, I only own my OC's.

Ch 2

Finally, after a drive that seemed far too long to just be 30 minutes, I managed to make it home. "Mom! I'm home!" I called out as I walked into the foyer. After a beat or two of silence, I walked further into the house, dropping my purse onto the couch, before making a beeline for the kitchen. "Mom? You here?" I yelled, looking around the cramped kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something yellow on the fridge; a sticky note that read:

Hey Evie,

Had to run a few errands. Be back soon!

Love, Mom

I sighed. Well, might as well make the most of it, I mused, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle, before bounding up the stairs to my room. On my way up, I decided that perhaps a shower would be the best way to initiate the relaxation, so after making a quick stop to get some clothes from my dresser, I headed for the bathroom.

Placing my clean clothes on the lid of the hamper, I turned on the water and closed the curtain, giving the water enough time to get to just the right temperature. Then, after getting ready myself and checking that the water was perfect I jumped in, letting the hot water course over me, soothing my aching muscles.

Half an hour later, when the water was running ice cold, I made my way out of the shower. After dressing quickly in a white wife beater and black yoga pants, I wrapped my long, blonde hair in a towel, piling it on my head. As I walked back to my bedroom, I let out a breath. Now the forgetting begins, I thought. All the stress that had piled up lately—school, my own personal insanity with this déjà vu thing, and of course, the grand cake topper of this trifecta: the issues with my cousin, Bella—would go away, at least for a little bit, if it was the last thing I did.

Bella. The name resounded in my head, just as low and hollow as she seemed to be these days. To this day, I can still remember the first day that Charlie called the house, the day that Bella went missing in the woods.

FLASHBACK

"Charlie? Charlie, calm down. For the love of God, I can't understand you, slow DOWN!" my mother practically yelled into the phone. I looked up at her from my book, mouthing, "What's wrong?" She shrugged her shoulders and motioned for me to go pick up the other line so that I could hear for myself what was going on. As quietly as I could, I picked up the other line.

"Trish, she's gone! I can't find her anywhere. Her truck is here, and her bag's in the truck, but I can't find her anywhere. She's not in the house, and I've called all her friends who all say that they've not seen her since she left school.

"Bella?" I asked, making my presence known on the line.

For a second, Uncle Charlie paused. "Yes, Bella, Evie," he said. "She just took off."

"Charlie," my mother interjected. "I'm sure Bella's okay. She probably just went for a walk to clear her head. Don't worry, she'll be home soon."

I heard him sigh. "Trish, how can I not worry? The last time I 'didn't worry' she got with that Cullen boy and next thing you know…wait, you don't think…? I'LL KILL HIM!"

I froze. I'd NEVER heard Uncle Charlie raise his voice like that before in my life.

"Uncle Charlie," I said, breaking out of my temporary trance. "She's probably just going through some stuff at school. Don't be rash. She'll be back soon, in one piece, and she'll explain everything. I know it."

FLASHBACK ENDS

I'd only been partially right about one thing. Bella had been brought back past nightfall by a boy from the nearby Quileute tribe (which brought out a funny look in my mom's eyes when she said it) in one physical piece. Mentally, however, it was as if Bella was a mirror that had been shattered. She went into a catatonic state for months, barely speaking two words, "at the hands of that Cullen," Charlie had spat. At one point, he'd threatened to send her to Jacksonville.

"Charlie. Don't do that, for the love of God. As much as I love Renee, and you know I do, the fact is that she'd fawn over her until Bella went completely insane," my mother had said into the phone that day. "She just needs someone to talk to. Well, yes, I know she doesn't want to talk to her friends, but that's because they're all there, they all know about the situation. She just needs a fresh perspective."

Suddenly, she paused, and said, "Give me a second, Charlie. I'll find you perspective." She smacked the phone against her chest and looked at me.

I'd shot her a questioning look, and she pointed at the phone. Did she really mean that I should be the one calling Bella and talking to her?

Not that I didn't want to help, but Bella and I had never been all that close, and suddenly, I was supposed to be the voice of reason? My look must've communicated my uneasiness, because her expression turned pleading, and she mouthed, It's worth a shot. Quickly nodding my assent, I took the phone from my mother, and spoke to Charlie, asking him if Bella was around.

From there, the rest was history. We'd become rather close, with several phone calls passing between the both of us. In that time, she'd told me practically everything that had happened between her and Edward (I say practically because I could've sworn on my grandma that she was still keeping something from me), and she'd told me how happy and elated she was when Jacob had gotten close to her, "brought her back from the dead," as she'd so eloquently put it. I was there for her yet again when Jacob had turned a complete 180, and it finally seemed that she was coming back to some sense of normalcy.

As these thoughts coursed through my head, I released my hair from the towel I'd wrapped it in, throwing the wet towel on my bed for the moment. My blonde hair swam down my shoulders in a mess of waves. Better comb this out before it turns into a rat's nest of knots, I thought as I sat at my desk, reaching for the purple comb that I always kept on it. It had been a Christmas gift from Bella during her catatonic phase.

Almost in an instant, the horrid feeling, the very same feeling that I was trying so desperately to escape came flooding back. At the same time, a series of images flooded my head.

Bella was standing at the edge of a cliff, looking almost as if she was waiting—for a sign, for a signal, something. Suddenly, she smiled. It was a sick smile, almost…smug, but devoid of any real happiness. She stood still for a moment, the expression still and stoic on her face. Quickly, she shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet, crouching into a diver's starting position. A new smile had taken over her face—serene, with a small tint of sadness, and determined. In a flash, she'd jumped, careening toward the inky water that waited below, landing with a splash.

My hand recoiled from the brush and a wave of nausea flew over me. It couldn't be, I said to myself, a knot of horror and fear forming in the pit of my stomach, followed shortly thereafter by a surge of sadness. All because of them. Those two fools had ripped her apart, and now, she was daft. I took a gasp of air as I suddenly realized that I had no idea when this was going to happen; every new vision like this that I'd gotten had a different 'start time,' if you would. My heart broke; she was going to die. The phone call would come later, and Charlie…Charlie would eat himself alive with guilt. And there was nothing I could do. The tears began to cascade down my cheeks and I closed my eyes, trying desperately to convince myself it wouldn't happen.

"BELLA!" I screamed out, anguish and helplessness coursing through me, coupled with the anger at the senselessness of it all, right before I was bathed in a bright white light.

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