Hello everybody!

For those who are following this story, and are a little confused, don't worry, I'm working on changing it a bit, a makeover, if you wish. I just didn't like the way it flowed, seemed like it was going in a direction I didn't want it to go, so I'm changing it a little bit. All will be updated in it's order and time soon. Thank you for still sticking around. It means a lot. On to the show.

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. All grammar mistakes are unfortunately mine.

Chapter 2

Dear diary...

My name is Bella Swan and I think I might be going crazy.

Then again, how does a person even know they're going crazy, you know?

Let us back this up for a moment, and go back where it all makes sense...sort of.

Ever since I was a child, I could see into the future, feel people's emotions, know that they were thinking, feeling even before they ever said anything.

Confusing? Yes.

Crazy? Absolutely.

Sounds exactly like those characters from that twilight movie? One hundred percent.

I'm making a fool of myself just by writing these words on a page that sounds very much like a sci-fi novel as I'm reading it, but the truth is, it's all accurate.

Unfortunately.

I'm getting of track again.

As I was saying...

My childhood was blessed with loving parents, and a beautiful house surrounded by anything my heart desired.

Except friends.

I was different, I knew that, even as a kid. It never bothered me to know people's thoughts, on the contrary, I was very much curious, even as a child to learn about the adult world. It was so foreign to me the way adults used to deny themselves what made them the happiest.

It seems I was surrounded by people that had everything...love, happiness, enjoyment in daily activities. Their thought were usually pure, good, excluding the sexual ones.

My favorite person in the world was my neighbour called Netty.

Netty and Lucy were a couple always radiating sunshine. They were warm, kind and generous. Most of my days, I would spend in her kitchen, talking and sipping tea.

I would tell her my stories, and she would listen admirably.

My newest tales were about a little boy. I didn't know much about him, but I could describe every little thing about his looks. Over time, I even learned to speak with him in my dreams.

He was real for me, even if I only saw him in my premonitions or while asleep. It didn't matter to me at the time.

Netty was fascinated by my premonitions, always asking more. Lucy? Not so much. The less you tell her, the better.

They weren't a perfect couple by a long shot, but we all know there is no sunshine without at least some rain.

As I grew, those play times were getting fewer and fewer. I was starting to feel her sadness overwhelming her more and more, not being able to have children of her own.

Netty and Lucy were starting to get distant each day, from me, from their happy lives they used to live, and so, one day, without warning, they moved out.

Out of our neighborhood, out of my life.

I found myself lonely again. No one to share my dreams, my visions, my nightmares.

Yes, even those.

I was 7 years old when I had my first nightmares, at least one that had the most impact.

It was about our new neighbors. They brought darkness, and instability.

To be honest, I never did tell my mother about my gift- or whatever you want to call them- but knew she wouldn't understand. Not like Netty did.

But I had to.

I will never forget the feeling that got over me as I looked at Caius and his wife Didyme. I could feel every emotions of his. Anger, resentment, jealousy. Such potent intensity of his energy swept my body entirely. I felt like my throat was tightening up. I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't see.

I had to get away.

As I was running towards our house, getting further away from him, there was a thought, a distinct thought I picked up from his mind.

Murder.

He was going to kill somebody. I didn't know how, or when, but it was only a matter of time.

I had no choice, I had to tell somebody. Immediately, I went to my mother, thinking she will do the right thing.

She didn't.

My mother didn't believe me. She blatantly called me a liar.

Without a choice, she had me going to multiple shrinks. They all prescribed me pills, thinking I was bipolar.

I didn't take them. Any of them. As time passed, I tried to forget all about it, even convincing myself it was all a lie.

I told them what they wanted to hear. My shrink, my mother, father, new found friends. I was becoming a lie, a people pleaser, and in turn completely forgetting my true self.

I wanted to be normal, have a normal life. I didn't want to be this freak that knows everybody's thoughts and fears and feelings. So I pushed them out completely.

It was interesting actually. Instead of putting my foot down, standing by my own convictions, my truth, I spent the new few years of my life convincing her and myself it was all a tale I conjured up in my mind.

So I pretended.

Pretended I was happy with a job I hated.

Happy with a relationship I knew wasn't going anywhere.

Saying yes to him when he asked me to marry him, because I thought he was safe. Predictable. Honest. Faithful.

Another lie, of course.

Months after engagement, I started having dreams again.

These were different from others, but all about the same guy. He made me feel seen. Heard. Beautiful.

He was everything James wasn't.

Suffice it to say when I found out James was cheating, it made me feel...free.

Was I hurt? Yes, absolutely.

But mostly, I felt free to roam again. Find a new beginning.

However, the feeling of freedom didn't last very long.

That's when I met Alice. She was everything I needed in a friend, and more.

A: Hey, I'm having a date today, can't wait! Wanna join us?

B: And be a third wheel while you two dry hump on the table? Again? No thank you.

A: Hey! We did not dry hump! Technically...

B: Could have fooled me.

A: Come on. He has a hot friend. You'll like him.

B: Another one? No thanks. The only man that is gonna be waiting for me in my apartment is B&J.

A: BJ? Sounds dirty.

B: Ben and Jerry. Get your head out of the gutter.

A: Funny. Well...Suit yourself. You're gonna regret this.

B: Doubt it.

A: Fine. Be alone. I'm done setting you up.

B: Doubt it.

A: Funny. You crack me up.

B: I know.

A: I was being sarcastic.

B: So was I.

A: Whatever. Gotta go. Jasper is waiting for me.

B: Have fun.

A: Will do.

Hope the chapter wasnt too boring for ya.

P.S. I'm looking for a beta...anybody interested?