The rainy town of Forks is located in the Pacific Northwest. It is the town where my story begins and ends.

Friday, May 15th.

My story starts with my first death. I died, Isabella Marie Ashton from Sacramento, California. An average-looking woman, high school graduate and Senior in college on a volleyball scholarship.

It seems that fate had different plans for me.

I woke that morning, planning out how long it may take me to find a job as soon as I graduate, as moving back home and living with my parents was the worst idea for me.

Rolling out of bed I start my morning routine, dressing in my uniform for the day. My roommate and best friend Marissa was already up and ready for the day, reading through my copy of Breaking Dawn.

I grabbed my copy of Twilight from the shelf and sat down at the head of my bed and opened it.

"I'd never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in the place of someone I love, seems like a good way to go."

That simple phrase has always resonated with me. The whole uncertainty of how I'd die has always unsettled me but if I could give my life, so my loved ones could live, that would be the easiest way for me to accept it.

However, I do think that Bella Swan could've handled her whole situation differently, I mean like, really who runs straight for a bad guy holding your mother hostage with no backup? How did she think that was going to end? James let her mother go after her arrival? No. He'd eat both of them and it would all be for naught.

From how Stephanie Meyer describes her as being smart and intuitive, you'd think she'd use a little logic when faced with a life-or-death situation.

I looked up from Twilight and stared at Marissa, she was engrossed in Breaking Dawn, a look of disbelief on her face.

"Mar? Why do you look like you saw something gross?" I asked, closing my book and straightening up on my bed.

"Something gross? Because I just read the stupidest thing ever!" She shoots up and slams the book closed, "Imprinting on a child! Not once but twice? What kind of backwoods paedophilia is that!"

She rolls off the bed and puts the book back on my bookshelf. I stare at her as she starts pacing back and forth while rambling on about how disgusting it is to have an almost grown man fall in love with a baby.

"Mar." I start but she keeps going. "Marissa!"

She startles at the sound of my shout. "What Isa? Why are you yelling?"

"Because you were ranting and raving and about wore a hole in the floor," I say as I get off the bed laughing, "Besides, it's a fictional story and in a way, it's no different than a centuries-old vampire getting with a high school student."

"Isa, you know that's not the same thing," She starts as I look for my copy of New Moon.

"How is it not the same thing?" I ask her as I finally find the book, hidden behind my school textbook, "There's a large age gap from someone who is technically more experienced in the way of the world involving themselves with someone who's barely experienced anything at all."

Marissa just stands there looking at me, a thoughtful look on her face. She opens her mouth to say something and then closes it, still thinking. I give her a look and explain,

"You see. It only seems okay because Bella isn't an infant and can supposedly think for herself. But the age gap is still there and Bella hasn't experienced anything of adulthood yet. Yeah, she had to take care of her mother and "grow up" earlier than most kids, but that doesn't make her an adult."

Marissa just sighs and closes her eyes, looking up towards the ceiling. "You don't make anything easy do you, Isabella."

I laugh and start gathering up my books for the day, "If you wanted easy you should've avoided me during freshman orientation."

"But where's the fun in that?" She says as she starts to gather up her stuff, "I've got Psychology this afternoon, Mr. Smith is such a hard ass over everything. It's no wonder I can't pass a test."

"He's not that bad Mar," I start but she cuts me off.

"He is that bad! You just have an easy time with the subject because your mother is a psychologist." She huffs while rolling her eyes.

I sigh and shake my head, "You may be right on that one, but hey, at least you've got someone who knows the subject to help you right?"

"That's true." She heads to the door and stops, "Hey. You're coming to the senior thing tonight right?"

I pause and look at her, "I'm not sure, I don't know if I'm ready to see-"

"Stop! You can't keep avoiding fun things because of Chris. So what if it didn't end well, you deserve better than that dickhead!" She states with fury

"Mar, it's not like I can forget what he did to me." I turn away from her, heart clenching at the thought of my ex-boyfriend.

"Isa, please. Just one night. Put on that cute little dress you got when we went out and those strappy black heels. We'll party our asses off tonight and if we see him we'll ignore him and show him exactly what he's missing." She begs me with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

I stare at her.

"Fine! Damn it that look should be illegal." I slap my hand over my eyes, "I'll be there tonight, but I can't stay long. Finals are coming up and I do need to study."

She squeals, "I'll be here at seven to help you get ready!"

I shake my head as she darts out the door. I grab my room key and follow her out. Dread pools in my stomach, tonight is going to be awful. I can just feel it

Seven comes around quicker than I realized. I stand in my room, dress and heels on. Makeup up strewn around the small bathroom counter and Marissa works on my hair, "Mar? Do you think I should paint my nails pink or black?"

My question makes her pause. She squints at me in the mirror, "How about... black with a pink accent?"

"You know, I would but that's a lot of work," I say while laughing, "I'll do my fingers pink and my toes black, how does that sound."

"Sounds good!" She goes back to working on my hair, giggling about how my hair stays frizzy until she slathers it in hair gel.

"Ugh," I start to shudder, "I'm going to have to soak my hair for hours to get all that out later.

"Isa!" She gasps, "We're going to be late if we don't hurry!"

I take a peek at the clock, "Mar, hon, we've still got a whole hour left. We're not going to be late."

She gives me a look and sighs. "Isabella. How you've made it this far as a woman astounds me."

I start laughing and stand up, grabbing my purse and slipping on my heels, "Marissa, I've made it this far as a woman by making smart decisions and prioritizing my schooling over parties and boys. Especially now since how things turned out with Chris."

She makes a face and grabs her bag, "That sounds like a sad, boring life Isa."

I pause in the doorway with my keys out. Thinking about it.

"Yeah, it's been lonely, but it was the easiest way to get away from overly strict parents. I don't think I could ever deal with someone making decisions for me ever again."

She turns and looks at me and frowns a little bit before smiling. "At least now as an adult, you don't technically ever have to speak to them again."

I smile and close the door, "Let's go Mar. I need a night to let loose before studying for finals."

I'm walking quickly back to the dorm even though I know it won't do me any good. I can hear the footsteps behind me, my breath quickens and I try to speed up as nonchalantly as possible.

I hear the heavy breathing behind and tears start to fill my eyes. I should've stayed in tonight, senior gathering be damned. I turn the corner and start to sprint, the dorms just up ahead, my pursuer curses under their breath and starts running after me.

'I regret wearing these heels', I think to myself as I stumble over the crack in the sidewalk and fall to my knees. I hear the person following me catch up to me. I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything goes black.

Wednesday, December 29th.

"Bella? Bella sweetie? Where are you?" An unfamiliar female voice calls out. Groaning, I struggle to open my eyes and sit up. Finally managing to find my way into a sitting position I realize I'm on the ground in an unfamiliar bathroom, a sharp pounding pain in my head.

"This is the strangest dream I've had yet, usually I know where I am," I mutter to myself looking around, trying to figure out where I am. A few seconds later a woman bursts into the bathroom and her face morphs into a visage of horror.

"Oh my god, Bella! Your head is bleeding!" She shouts and reaches for me. Jerking back in surprise, moving away from her hand I ask,

"Who are you and where the hell am I?" I keep backing away from her until my back hits the wall, she flinches and moves back a step.

"What do you mean who am I? I'm your mother young lady. Now, let me see your face." She reaches back out to touch me and I scoot as far back as the wall allows making her huff in exasperation, "Bella, come on, this is getting ridiculous, come here!"

She grabs ahold of my face and jerks my head to the side, the force of my neck jerking to the side causes my head to bounce off the wall.

"Oh fuck me," I groan out reaching up to cradle my head, "What's wrong with you, jerking someone's head around like that when they're injured. Who does that."

"Isabella! Watch your language and your tone, I am your mother and you won't be talking to me like that." She lightly smacks my hand as she helps me stand up, "Let's get you to the hospital and make sure you don't need stitches."

I go to take a step and feel the ground fall out beneath my feet.

"Oh shit," I mutter as I see the floor rush towards my face.

So, this is my first time doing something like this. I'm kinda just doing this to work on my writing skills and try to get up to par to where I can publish my own original stories

Thanks for reading!

Edited for some grammar mistakes and clarity