A/N: (2/25/23) This story is going through major editing! It does not make sense because I am currently adding chapters while not removing chapters! Some chapters are shorter than they will end up being as well! I do not recommend reading the full current story as of now.
The summer I turned thirteen was the first time I remember it happening. Up until then, my dreams had been the normal kind for girls my age-boys I liked, a test I was anxious about, even a startlingly real one about my teeth falling out. Maybe it had to do with the weather, as the scenery in my dream seemed to be almost identical to the crisp and humid Arizona heat. Although, I should say that daydream may be a more fitting term, these little flashes only ever happened when I was fully conscious.
One moment I had been sitting with Bella on the futon in the slightly dingy apartment mom had claimed had character. Bella had made some awful joke about a preacher and four horsemen, as such I had turned to tease her about her creativity. I blinked, and suddenly everything had shifted, the carpet melded away into lush green grass, the kind that didn't exist in our little desert oasis. I stood; somehow, I had remained in a seated position, then took a step forward. The ground held, the grass swayed and the sound of yelling in the distance startled me. The air was crisp and clear–like nothing I had ever experienced before, I was breathing in life itself.
Spinning around I found that I stood in a lush field, surrounded on one side by thinly spaced trees, to my right about a hundred feet away was a small building-seemingly a house. Straight in front of me–maybe a couple hundred feet seemed to be the start of a marketplace, riddled with strangers in togas bustling about. It hadn't been precedent before, but looking down I realized I too was dressed in the same manner of clothing.
A voice calling me from the side drew my attention, "Έλα μέσα."
Standing in the door of the building I had dismissed earlier was a woman who seemed mildly familiar, her features were almost indistinguishable, but I knew they were warm. Some part of me tugged at her, drawing me in, calling for me to cross the distance ad find out if she was as inviting as she seemed. I could tell she was impatient, a shabby apron sitting on her hips, hands posed on either side, she held the stance of every annoyed mother I had seen on tv. The moment I turned fully and stepped forward toward her, my foot missed its mark and passed through the ground, colors blending and the world spinning as I closed my eyes and screamed.
"Dee, stop! This isn't funny, you're scaring me," hands shook me violently and I opened my eyes again to see Bella hovering over me, anxiety written on her face. As soon as she realized I was awake she let out a loud sigh and slumped down near me-on the floor?
Bella later explained to me that I had stiffened up suddenly, almost as if I was seizing and upon looking at me, she noted that I appeared shell-shocked. She had tried for a minute to snap me out of whatever daze I was in before laying me down on the floor in fear it was a seizure. I did not move, instead I was ridged as if I was in a coma.
The episodes were a common occurrence after that, sometimes they were less vivid, longer, or just a feeling that would take over when something seemed familiar. Mom was thrilled at the idea that this was Deja Vu, me reliving a past life or some other spiritual belief she was practicing at the moment. The dreams happened roughly once every few months for years up until Bella and I were to move to Forks with our father Charlie Swan.