This is my first fanfic so I hope u like it…I was inspired to write because I had a dream about this. (Yes I did pull a Steph Meyer Lmao)…I wanna thank just_bella for convincing me to write this and make sure u read all her AMAZING stories…ok so I’ll give u a little background on whats going on: Its during New Moon right before Edward is deciding to come back to Bella but she hasn’t jumped of the cliff so here goes…
I’m having one of those horrible dreams again…but something different is happening this time.
“Please don’t leave me,” I’m on my knees begging now.
“I’m no good for you,” he says as he runs into his enormous house. I follow him as quickly as my feeeble legs will carry me. As I reach the parte superior, arriba of the third flight of stairs the walls are starting to fade out. He is right there and his expression is what I guess to be livid but my vision is failing me. “Just leave and never return.” I can’t keep above the thick blackness and his face disappears ask I sink deeper and deeper.
“Bella! Bella! Stop screaming calm down! It was just a dream!” Charlie is calmly shouting at me. My eyes snap open and he is right in front of my face terror in his eyes. He tries to hand me the tissue box. I give him a confused look only to realize my face is wet and my almohada soaked. I greatfully take it from him and brush him off telling him I’m fine over and over again. I tell him that I am fine one last time before telling him that im going to visit Jacob today. He lets out a sigh of relief and leaves me to get dressed.
I grab my bag of toiletries and head to the tiny bathroom. I cant bring my self to look in the mirror so I jump right in. I can’t help but think of the nightmare I had just experienced. It was the same as always him telling me to stay away o that I’m not good enough for him. But some how it was different. Ususally we were in a sort of blackness o in the dreaded woods where I would wonder for hours. But this time was different.
Why were we at his house?
When I could take the heat any más I jumped out of the ducha, ducha de and dried myself off. And stare into the steamy window. I did not need to wipe the condensation off the smooth surface in order to know my eyes were blood shot and my lips were set in a perpetual frown. So I quickly blowdried my hair and stuck it in a bun and put a few bobby pins in order to cath the fly-aways. Then I headed down stairs in order to mostrar Charlie I was stable enough to drive with out the hole in my chest ripping me apart before I reached Jacob.
My mind must have been really stuck on that dream because before I knew it I was heading away from La Push and towards his house. I knew the way well although it had been—
What was I doing? The pain was coming on strong and I was practically hyperventilating. I have to turn around now before its too late. Before I lose it. But my hand was already turning the key, pulling off the shoulder and gunning it down the street. After about five minutos I slowed down as not to miss the sharp turn. Ever so slowly I wove throught the curvy driveway. My corazón broke a little as I noticed how overgrown the path was and how Alice would be very annoyed.
I started hyperventilating again because I missed her so much. Anyone of their names brought on a round of sadness that’s why I don’t even think of them (if I can help it). I calm my breathing long enough to think hard enough if Alice would see me. Would she? Probably but what did it matter? I needed some type of closure and some how my subconcious was telling me to come here.
I pressed my head against the cool steering wheel and steadied my breathing and then quickly got out of my beat up truck.
It was exactly as I remembered it: 3 tall stories with light yellow paneling and large double doors with a huge envolver, abrigo around porch.
I breathed in and out very slowly and took 10 long strides across the yard, up the stairs and across the porch and stood very still in front of the door.
Would she see me? Would she be angry? Would she tell the family? Would she tell him? Probably.
But I couldn’t stop myself.
I needed closure. And I needed it now.
He wasn’t coming back for me and I needed to get on with my life.
I slowly reached out for the handle chuckling to myself as I had the notion that it would shock me and Alice would pop out and yell at me.
But I new the segundo one would never happen because they were never coming back.
I couldn’t stand the tension any más and grabbed the oro knob. I turned it half expecting it to open but it did not as I also expected it would.
I needed to get in.
AHA! I reached for my head and quicky pulled out my bobby pin but also taking my bun out too with my excitement. I felt like a robber in a movie although thing I was trying to steal back was my happiness.
I carefully stuck the pin in and jiggled the handle. Click. It was that easy. I gave my self a wistful smile as I knew Alcie would be laughing at my humanisms as she would put it.
I took a deep breath as I stepped into the house closing the door as I felt and unatural breeze but thought nothing of it because none of them could be close enough even if Alice told them. Hell, they were in godforsaken Los Angeles!
As I peered into the living room I noticed eveything was covered in huge white sheets. I shuddered quickly and headed upstairs.
There was only one room I needed to see.
As I was heading to the segundo flight of stairs I noticed a sheet over something on the wall. I pulled it off carefully ans saw Carlisle’s cross. I became numb and quickly shuffled to the stairs. This was a huge mistake. I should never have come. I would never be able to return from this blackness but I was too far now and couldn’t stop. I tripped up the stairs and then crossed the short hallway in 3 unbalanced strides and almost fell but was supported por his room’s door.
I took another deep breath and opened the door very wide.
Everything was covered in white sheets and my corazón broke a little more. I pulled the sheet off his black leather sofá and sat down as I rubbed my hand against the smooth surface. I noticed his dresser to be uncovered so I investigated its contents. They were all empty except the very bottom one.
It was my favorito! camisa, camiseta of his. The blue one white the ivory buttons. It seemed to be wrapped around something so I picked it up and smelled it.
I almost fell over.
The scent on his camisa, camiseta was exactly the way I remembered but better. I quickly unwrapped it as thousand diffent emotions came upon me as I saw what was wrapped inside.
OK WHOO! That was long! I hoped u like it! DON’T WORRY! Im gonna continue but I don’t know when the siguiente part will be out! But itll def be soon! RATE AND COMMENT!!!! PLEASE!!