Chapter 2

Leah groggily opened her sleep crusted eyes, blinking rapidly as the sun blinded her eyes. Trying to remember what had happened last night that made her feel like she had a hangover was difficult, so she was surprised when suddenly her mind was assaulted as images flashed through her mind. The book signing. Teasing her girlfriend. The crash. Sarah.

"SARAH!" Leah shouted in panic, looking around for her girlfriend even though it was obvious she is not here. Looking around the room Leah was expecting to wake in a hospital room, instead she found herself in some stranger's bedroom. The room she woke up in was a small bedroom that was almost bear with the exception of the bed she was laying on and numerous moving boxes strewn everywhere. It was as if whoever's room this is had either just moved in or is moving out which left Leah more confused.

Seeing the worst book ever next to the bed… Wuthering Heights made Leah shiver as she thought of who was the weirdo who owned the room she was in. Please don't let me be in some psycho's house who took me from the crash to 'take care of me!' Leah pleaded silently to herself. Getting scared as she waited for whoever owned the room or house she was in Leah couldn't help but wonder where am I?

"What the fuck?" Leah wondered curiously only to jump in surprise as her voice sounded different. At first Leah was going to ignore it, figuring it was a side effect of surviving the crash, something messed up her vocal chords even though she doubted it. Surviving a car crash does not give you a whole new voice…. If that was the cash every person who survived a car crash would probably sound like they are full of Helium.

Snickering at her thoughts Leah stretched her stiff muscles only to stop in shock as she caught her reflection in the mirror. Correction, what should be her reflection as she was the only one sitting on the bed… right? Turing to look behind her she was correct she was the only person on the bed. Maybe there is a ghost here? Maybe that was Bloody Mary? Looking back at the mirror Leah stuck out her tongue and sure enough the reflection did the same.

"What. The. Fuck!" Leah gasped as she jumped off the bed in fright, the reflection copying her movement. The girl in the mirror looked absolutely nothing like her. Instead of her tall 5'9 toned and curvy figure, black and purple hair and exotic emerald eyes the girl in the mirror couldn't be any more different.

The stranger in the mirror was a shorty if she had to guess she would say she was 5'3. So. Freaking. Tiny! Instead of having those muscles she worked her ass off for, there was no muscles to speak of and she looked damn near anorexic. The girl also had long mahogany hair and the most boring brown eyes. Compared to the sexy beast she was before this was a serious let down.

"Seriously! What. In. The. Actual. Fuck!"

Before Leah could freak out any more than she was a woman's voice sounded through the door, which sounded like it was coming from downstairs calling a familiar name.

"BELLA!"

Wincing at the woman's shrill voice and the volume of it Leah raised a brow at the door before with a shrug returned her eyes to the mirror. That woman's voice could probably break glass! Leah snorted at the image in her head of the strange woman downstairs voice breaking a wine glass. Heading back to the bed Leah was about to head back to sleep and hoped to wake up from this obviously insane dream when the woman's next words stopped her in her tracks.

"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN! GET DOWN HER OR YOU'LL MISS THE PLANE!"

Gasping in shock Leah nearly fainted after the woman called the familiar dreaded name. At first Leah thought the lady was calling someone else in the house. That was until she remembered Bella's description in the book.

"Hell Fucking No!" Leah denied as she shook her head back in forth as she looked in the mirror trying to find anything in the mirror that contradicted the book's description to what she knew Bella's appearance is. Finding none Leah was about ready to cry as she took in the situation. She was Bella Swan! There was no other explanation! She died, she had to have because there is no way in hell that Leah would ever dream something this stupid! It was bad enough her poor eyes and brain had to watch the movies and read the books or Sarah would withhold sex for a month, she was evil like that.

Thinking of Sarah Leah had to stifle back a sob as she remembered her lover's bloody corpse. I hope wherever she is she is not in any more pain. Leah is not a religious person, believing that if she can see it and touch it than it is real, but she prayed to God that Sarah is happy and she will see her again. Who knows? I ended up here in this fucked up world, maybe Sarah did too! Leah told herself, hoping she was right.

Wiping away the tears that managed to escape she took a deep breath and headed downstairs to meet the woman with the shrill voice.

"BELLA!" Said woman with the shrill voice shrieked.

"I'M COMING!" Leah shouted as she grabbed what she thought was the carry-on bag that was mentioned in the first book. With a sigh Leah headed downstairs to begin her crazy new life.