(((I know I have no right to start a story about a book I don't own when I have several that are unfinished, but I'm stuck on those. Suggestions are welcome. Really, anything is welcome.)))
Little children are afraid of the dark. But when you have never known anything but the dark, what is there to fear?
You could go with a childish answer and say nothing because what you can't see can't hurt you. Or the other childish answer, everything because 'monsters' are in the dark.
Or you could go with the truth don't know. I don't know what's around me unless it moves or smells.
Some people think me brave, for living like 'normal', others think me stupid. When I say 'normal' I mean like people that can see, people that know the dangers around them. I know the danger, too. I can hear the cars, the people, the animals, and the water. I can hear when the hall is about to come to an end. I can feel when someone is walking up behind me. I can feel when the ground is uneven.
I can also tell when someone is sad, no mater how hard they try to hide it.
My mom was sad. She has been married to Phil for about a year now. Phil is not the problem; I am. I can't go with them to Phil's away games, he's a baseball player, but my mother doesn't like to leave me alone, so she stays. She stays and is miserable. It's my fault, because I can injure myself too easily in our apartment. My mom denies this as the cause of her staying, claiming that she just wants to be with her baby.
I'm not a baby and I do not like being treated as such.
I have made my up my mind, "Mom?"
"I want to go live with Dad," I say. Her face drops.
"But-but Bells, why?"
"You and Phil need some time together."
"We have time together!"
"Alone? You two have not gotten the chance to act like the newly weds you are."
"But you don't have to-"
'Mom, I tried to get you to go on a honeymoon, but you didn't because you'd have to leave me alone. I'm seventeen. I can handle myself."
"But honey, your father doesn't know you like I do!"
"Well, let's give him a chance."
"But-" I felt then air shift, she looked at my determined face and sighed, "You aren't going to give up, are you?"
I smiled, "No."
She sighed again, "I'll go call Charlie."
I hugged her, "Thanks, Mom."
"Your welcome, sweetheart," I let her go and heard her walk over to the phone and dial Dad's number.
"Hello?" I heard him say.
"Hey, Charlie," my mom replied.
"Renee! How are you? Wait, why are you calling? Is everything okay? Is Bells okay?" he started spitting out questions concerning our health and such.
"Calm down, Charlie, everyone is perfectly fine," My mom soothed.
"Then, why are you calling?" It was very unlike my mom to call her ex-husband.
"Well, Bella wanted to know something…"
"What is it?"
"She wanted to know if she could live up there in Forks with you. You know, get to know you better?"
"Live here? Live here, with me?" Charlie asked in a disbelieving tone. Mom has never let me go up there, she has always been afraid that I would slip in the constant down poor.
"Of course!" Dad sounded really happy, "When will she be arriving?"
"Saturday," I said. Mom repeated it and they said their short good-byes.
"Are you that eager to leave me?"
"No, of course not. I just want to get up there before I change my mind."
"Well, we have five days to pack. Should we get started?" I nodded and lead the way to my bedroom.
"Do I have enough warm clothes for Forks?"
"Oh my, I guess we need to pick some up, huh?"
"Yes, I believe we do," I groaned inside, I hate shopping because people always ask if I know what I'm looking for when I'm not ever looking.
My outfits are very simple: Shirt, blue jeans, and shoes. I can pick out my own out fit by grabbing those things. Of course, socks and underwear are a given.
"I go while you are at school tomorrow," Mom said, saving me.
"Thanks Mom," I gave her a grateful look. She chuckled and replied with a 'no prob."
It only took that night to get my entire measly warm wardrobe packed neatly.
"That has always amazed me," Mom said.
"How you are always able to get all the clothes in a suitcase neat and using minimal room."
"It's just my special gift I guess," I have no clue how I do it either.
"Well, it looks like it's time for bed," Mom said with a yawn. WE said good night and I climbed into bed.
I woke up to the sound of my door opening and my mom's light footsteps.
"Mom? What are you doing in here?"
"I had a bad dream and couldn't get back to sleep."
"Come here," I sighed and lifted the covers for her to climb under.
I have always been more of the mother in our family.
"So, what was it about?"
"What about Phil?"
"He was being chased by a wear-wolf."
"Mom, you know wear-wolfs aren't really."
"Then why do you let it effect you so much?"
"Come on, let's go to sleep," I suggested.
I woke up the next morning with my mom using me as her teddy bear.
"Mom," I whispered, shaking her slightly.
"Five more minutes," she murmured before letting me go and turning over.
"Mom, it's time to wake up."
"What time is it?" I pushed a button on my alarm clock that makes it say the time, which was six o'clock AM. She usually got up before now.
She jumped out of bed and ran to her bathroom to begin her morning routine. I went to my bathroom to do the same.
I finished ten minutes before my mom would and make breakfast: jelly toast.
"Thanks, sweetie," Mom said as she gobbled down the breakfast while rushing out the door. I followed her.