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A New Beginning
Dark, green trees. They are all I can see. They stretch for miles. A misty atmosphere from the present cloudy, grey sky. Everything is wet, green, and shady. It seems gloomy, but I think it's just nature. Beautiful.
I'm looking out my bedroom window, white curtains dangling from them.
When I look at the peaceful exterior I can't help but feel something about them. All I remember is seeing bodies, blood, and death. But I don't know what it is that my visions are telling me. The rest is always a blur. I do remember waking in a hospital bed feeling confused and scared. There was a man there with a police uniform on. I came to know him as Charlie Swan. He told me that my parents were, in fact, dead. I couldn't help but cry. The doctor told me that I have a permanent scar across my back. When he told me about it I felt the scar tingle a bit from my shoulder blade and across my back, down my thigh. I still can't remember what happened.
Charlie Swan said he found me in his backyard by the edge of the forest. He went as far taking me in and raising me himself after I got out of the hospital. Charlie and I grew a father-daughter bond and I was grateful of that. He meant everything to me. He was my savior and caretaker.
I even met his biological daughter, Isabella Swan, when she would visit in the summer. She prefers Bella though. We became best friends. Sisters, even.
I move my gaze from the window to take a look at my surroundings. I'm in a bedroom-my bedroom. It reminds me of nature itself. Ranging from the forest green wallpaper to the dark oak wood flooring. My bed has brown and green pillows and a white comforter with beautiful tree designs on it. The headboard is a shade darker than the floor and has a dream catcher carving in the middle.
Over by my bed lay a oak wood computer desk with a black laptop on the surface. I am currently home schooled, so all my schoolwork reside in the laptop. Soon, I will be attending public school with Bella when she arrives. I just can't wait till Bella is here. I've missed her a lot.
On the other side of the room lay a wooden dresser with golden knobs and a door nearby leading into a small closet. Each containing a variety of clothes.
I have various paintings that I painted myself on the walls. One of them is of a family: A woman, a man, and a little girl.
The woman has black hair that stops at her shoulders. She has a kind smile and kind brown almost black eyes. She is wearing a knee-length white dress that complements her light russet skin. She also has brown sandals on her bare feet.
The man has long black, greying hair. He has the same eyes as the woman. He is wearing a black shirt with a brown jacket, blue faded jeans, and brown boots. On top of his head is a brown hat. His russet skin is darker than the woman's. The look on the man's face is serious with a hint of a small smile.
The little girl looks like her mother with the light russet skin and black hair. The girls hair goes past her shoulder and as a wavy tone to it and the mothers hair is short and straight. Her eyes are different than either of the parents. Her eyes are more of a greenish-hazel color. She is wearing a matching white dress as her mother. Tan sandals occupy her bare feet. She is wearing a native headband around her head with a variety of feather hanging from it. A wide grin play on her lips.
It is a beautiful painting.
I trail my fingers along the surface of the canvas, lingering on the man and woman. It makes me smile every time I look at it. It also makes me sad.
This painting is of my parents and the little girl-that's me.
My parents died when I was merely twelve years old. Four years later and here I am in this very room, staring at a painting with a broken heart that may never fully heal.
I head over towards my vanity. Same oak wood as the rest of my room.
Looking in the mirror, I see a sixteen year old girl with a hurtful expression. I also see a resemblance to my mother. My hair has grown exceptionally long, reaching down to my waist. I have a heart-shaped face, a button nose, round cheekbones, and full lips. My average height is 5'4, same height as Bella, and I weigh about 115 pounds. My clothes consist of a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I am currently barefoot, so what? Don't judge.
I move over towards my bed, plopping down on the soft mattress and giving out a sigh. Come on Charlie, where are you with Bella? I have been waiting for so long now, it's literally killing me. Okay, that was a bit exaggerating, but whatever.
I begin to wiggle my toes in anticipation and tap my fingers in a rhythm-like way on my bed.
Suddenly, a car door closes and I perk up. I head over towards the window and sure enough, there was Charlie and Bella.
I take off down the stairs and swing the front door open. As soon as Bella exited the cruiser, I ran towards her and hugged her. "Bella!" I yelled.
She shrieked from the impact I caused. I giggled at her as she realized it was me. "Nikita! Hey, you scared me." she said, laughing just a little. She returned the hug.
Once we separated we turned to see Charlie grabbing bags from the back. Bella went to grab a bag but I stopped her saying that she must of had a long trip and that I will help Charlie bring in the bags. She just gave me the tiniest smile, but I think she was just faking it. I know how much she doesn't really like it here at Forks.
All the bags were inside and Bella took a look around. I looked at what see was looking at and noticed the photo of Bella in a tutu, sitting stubbornly on the ground. There were also lots of photos with Charlie fishing with Billy Black, a Quileute Indian.
"I put Grandpa's old desk in your room. And I cleared some shelves in the bathroom." Charlie told Bella. I saw her grimace. I guess she forgot about there being only one bathroom.
I heard Bella and Charlie talking but I was already gone after I set the bags down. I went into the kitchen to give them some time together. I grab a water from the fridge and take a small sip. As the water slid down my throat, I felt the coldness settle into my stomach. I sighed feeling refreshed.
As I head back into the room I see Charlie carrying the bags upstairs and Bella rubbing her head. Bella was one to be clumsy.
"You okay Bella?" I ask her concerned.
She looked over at me. "Yeah, just bumped my head." I gave her a frown.
"That's not what I meant."
"Oh."
"Well are you okay? I mean I know how this must feel for you. Moving here in Forks." I say with slight sadness.
"Yea-Yeah. I'm fine." she said looking at the ground, then back to me.
I walk over to her and give her another hug. "You know. I missed you. Like, a lot." I told her.
"I missed you too." she replied giving me a big squeeze. I know how she feels about Forks. I know how she feels leaving Arizona.
We separate and I put my hands on her shoulders, looking in her eyes. "Now how about we go unpack." I gave a small smile. She just nodded and we both headed upstairs.
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I helped Bella unpack some of her things. I ended up leaving her to go grab a washcloth, because to be honest her room needed a little cleaning.
Before I could even reach the bathroom, I hear a honk outside. I quickly go to the hall window to see, Bella already there. A faded red truck pulls up.
Bella and I make our way outside to find Charlie greeting the driver, Jacob Black. Jacob is sixteen, a Quileute Indian, amiable with long black hair, and hints of childish roundness in his face. I don't know Jacob that much, but I know his father, Billy Black. Charlie and Jacob were helping Billy on to a wheelchair.
As soon as I see Billy, I give a huge grin and make my way over. I may not know Jacob very well but I know Billy. He is a great man. I love hearing the stories he shares with me. He reminds me of my father.
"Bella, you remember Billy Black." Charlie said.
Billy smiles. "Glad you're finally here. Charlie hasn't shut up about it since you told him you were coming." Billy told Bella, then looked at me. "And as always, lovely to see you Niko." Billy has always called me Niko ever since I told him about it being my nickname.
"You too Billy." I smile at him and he smiles back.
"Keep exaggerating, I'll wheel you down the hill." Charlie told Billy.
"Right after I ram you in the ankles." Billy takes several rolls at Charlie. I laugh as Charlie dodges.
Jacob shakes his head at the two men and shyly approaches Bella. He nods his head at me in acknowledgement and I give him a small smile and wave. He turns to Bella. "I'm Jacob. We made mud pies together when we were little kids.".
I scrunch my nose at the thought. "Yeah...I think I remember." Bella said. I don't think she does to be honest. She looked at the two fathers and pointed at them. "Are they always like this?".
"Yes. All the time. Don't get me started on Thanksgiving." I informed her with a laugh. Jacob smiled.
"It's getting worse with old age." he told her.
I hear Charlie pat the hood of the truck, addressing Bella. "So what do you think of your homecoming gift?" Charlie asks Bella.
"No way. The truck is for me?" Bella asks shocked.
"Of course it is. Charlie here bought it off of Billy and now it is all yours." I said giving her a playful shove on the arm. "With an exception of me, of course." I told her with a wink.
Jacob was saying how he rebuilt the engine when Bella interrupted him, "It's perfect!" she beams. It's the first genuine smile we've seen on her in a while.
She rushes to the truck while Jacob eagerly joins her. I hear Jacob talking to her and hands her the keys. Bella climbs in the truck happily and starts it up. Charlie knocks on the window and Bella rolls it down.
"You will be sharing this truck with Nikita. She will be joining you at school." Charlie informed her. I saw Bella smile even wider. I smile back but I am worried. I've only been home schooled. What if nobody likes me? With my incident and my scars. What if people think I'm weird or stupid or...a freak? I mean, I know they won't see the scars. But, the news broadcasted my strange appearance and explained the incident that happened in the woods. I can't remember much of it, but I am sure everyone thinks it's strange and will most definitely tease me or something. Right? All I could do focus on the positive and not worry. But was that enough?
I headed back into the house to prepare for what's to come next.
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