So, hey! This is my new story =) Um, I hope you enjoy it, I've had the idea buzzing around in my head for a wee while...and, so you know, I'm not dingying my other stories...I just...I dunno, I had this idea and I just had to write it down! The story was totally inspired by the song "Yet" by my favourite band Switchfoot. It was on their most recent album, "Hello Hurricane," and it is an awesome song!!
Well, I don't own Twilight...
Enjoy! And review, please! =)
I hugged Emmett goodbye, wishing that I could go with my big brother on the weekend away. I wasn't allowed to go though, this had been made clear to me. And it was only going to be a weekend – he would be back soon.
Emmett was actually my twin brother – but most of the time I called him my big brother, because that's how he felt to me. He was extremely protective of me, and he was my best friend in the world. I told him everything, and we were so close, it was hard for anyone to understand us.
Emmett, my mum, my step-dad – Phil – and me, all lived in a small house in Phoenix. We weren't very well off – my mum didn't make much on her kindergarten salary, and Phil was constantly in and out of the job. We saved all our money, and mine and Emmett's Saturday jobs both added to the income. I didn't mind having to have a job when I was 17 – it felt good to know that I was helping my family. We weren't doing that badly – there was always food on the table, and there was always new clothes for us when needed.
And, actually, now we were doing better than ever. We had saved up enough money for Emmett to go on a camping trip to the woods with a couple of his friends. He was ecstatic – the most exciting holiday we had ever had was to a B&B, or to go and visit my dad Charlie in the small town that he lived in. None of us could remember the name of the place he lived, and we hadn't seen him in such a long time that he had probably forgotten what we looked like. I don't think anyone minded that much though. Don't get me wrong, we loved each other, but I don't think Charlie played the 'dad' part very well. He would look after us whenever he saw us, and he could definitely get very protective and parental if he saw us, but he seemed happy living on his own. Well, happy enough, I think. I hope.
Maybe I should go visit him soon.
"Bye, Emmett." I said, "Have a great time."
He chuckled, "See ya sis. Try not to kill yourself when I'm gone,"
I mock-punched his arm, which made him laugh more.
"Stay safe," I told him. He smiled, and nodded, and then hugged my parents.
"Bye guys!" he said, and jogged over to his friends car, and got in, waving goodbye to us as he went.
We waved back, smiling happily, glad that he was getting the holiday he needed.
It was only Sunday evening when we started to twitch. He was meant to be back in the afternoon, and he was still away. I was more worried than I let my face show.
"Mum," I said, "He'll be fine. He's a big boy. He can look after himself."
My mum nodded to show that she'd heard, but I don't think either of us trusted our words.
The phone rang. We all jumped at the noise, and I ran to pick it up.
"Hello?" I said, feeling nervous.
"Um, hey, Bella?"
"I have something to tell you...do you wanna sit down?"
"Sure," I said, but I didn't actually. The guy on the other end of the phone wouldn't know anything.
"Well..." And then he proceeded to tell me what I didn't want to hear.
"What?" I said, trying not to cry. I felt my knees buckle, as everything went black.
Every single day had been difficult since Emmett disappeared. Nobody knew where he had gone – the police had given up on the case. He had just...gone. They said that Emmett was dead – they had found his blood in the forest where he was camping. Apparently he had been killed by a bear.
Everyone told me to move on. I didn't want to. My big brother had died...he would never be there to see me getting my first boyfriend, to give them the big brother talk...he would never be there to hurt the guy who hurt me, to hug me when I was sad. He would no longer comfort me.
The pain was unbearable. I woke up every morning screaming from nightmares. My mum and Phil had stopped coming in to see what was wrong. Losing my big brother had torn me apart. I did everything like a robot now – I wasn't normal. I didn't talk to anyone unless asked a question...little things would remind me of Emmett, my goofy big brother, and almost set me off in tears.
I found it better to just live in a shadow. It was a shadow of my old life. I was a shadow of my old self.
People gave up on trying to pull me out of the shell I had retreated in to. I didn't care. I didn't actually care about anything any more.
I knew I wasn't helping my mum and Phil by reacting to Emmett's death like this – I was only making it harder for them. I knew that they had not only lost their son, they had lost their daughter as well.
I knew my being here was just making getting over Emmett harder for them, and all the memories that kept on being stirred up just by living in that house was not helping. I was desperate to leave, to get away from the house where my nightmares lived.
When Phil finally got a job that involved traveling, the ideal opportunity came up. My mum didn't want to leave me alone in the house, and it would be bad for my education to keep on moving around.
So I decided I was moving to Forks.
Two days before I left, I was sitting on my bed, reading. I read even more often than I used to...it helped me get away from reality for a while. I heard a tentative knock on the door.
"Come in," I said quietly in my underused voice. My mum walked in, and sat down on the bed beside me, smoothing the covers.
She sat in silence for a few seconds, before she opened her mouth.
"Bella, honey, you need to talk to me."
I looked at her, my eyes questioning, "What have I done wrong?" I asked, almost tearing up. I thought I had been doing well.
"Nothing, sweetie, absolutely nothing. It's just, honey, you never talk to me. I know you're hurting, but it will help you if you talk to me."
I stayed silent, I didn't know how it would help.
"Bella, it kills me to see you like this. You used to be so happy, and now...you're so sad all the time."
I looked down at my hands, "Mummy, I miss him. It feels like half of me has been ripped away..."
"Oh, Bella. You know Emmett wouldn't want you to be sad."
I smiled reluctantly, "He would probably scream at me if he saw how it had affected me."
Mum chuckled, "That he would." she paused, "I know it must be so difficult for you, sweetie, but if you stay rooted to the past, then how will you ever be able to move on? I can't understand how it must feel, I never had a twin, but I can't bear seeing you in so much pain."
"Mum?" I asked, "Where do you think he is now?"
She smiled, "I like to think he's in heaven. He was always such a good boy – he never swore, never did anything wrong. He'll be happy now."
"Will it ever get easier?" I asked. "I don't want to forget him...but I hate having to mull over the fact he's gone..."
She hugged me, "Of course it will get easier...and maybe you should just remember the good times you had with him? Do you remember his laugh Bella?"
I nodded, silent tears rolling down my cheeks, "It was big, and booming. He always used to laugh. He was such a happy person..."
Mum hugged me, and nodded, "Do you remember the time when you were little, and you were ill, and he got all protective and wouldn't leave you, and ended up getting the bug himself?"
I smiled, "Yeah. He was so protective of me."
She laughed, "I'm glad you've opened up to me, Bells. Everything'll get better, I promise."
She got up, and walked out the room. I watched as the door closed softly. She was right, Emmett would personally kill me if he knew how awful I was being. I decided I was going to get over him...for Emmett.
The next thing I knew, I was going to Forks, and it wasn't long before I had to go to Forks High. I got into my new truck – courtesy of Charlie – and drove to the school. The school was small and dingy, I didn't like it.
But I guess I was not going to like it anyway, whatever it was like.
I walked briskly into the office, and told her that I was Isabella Swan. She gave me a map, my timetable, and a note to give to each teacher at the start of each class. I nodded, smiling at her. I realised that, apart from the other day with my mum, that was the first time I had smiled since Emmett had died. I winced at the word as I walked out the office, but I was happier than normal.
The classes before lunch passed in a blur. I sat with a couple of people whose names had skipped my brain.
"And those are the Cullens," said the girl whose name was Jessica, I remembered, as she waved her arm over at a table. I glanced the way to show I was listening, but I didn't really care. "They don't talk to anyone, they just keep to themselves...there's Ed-" I tuned out, nodding and making noises occasionally, just so this girl wouldn't be offended.
Lunchtime was soon over, and I went to my next class.
The next class I had was Biology. I had to sit next to a boy called Edward Cullen – I think Jessica had talked about them a bit during lunch. I couldn't remember, though.
I stumbled over and sat down beside him, blushing as I practically fell into my seat.
"Um, hi..." I said, nervously.
He smiled at me, "Hello. I'm Edward Cullen."
"Bella Swan," I said, smiling.
There was a bit of an awkward silence after that, neither of us knowing what to say. Thankfully, the teacher started talking. He told us about some work we were doing. I had already done it in Phoenix.
"So, where are you from?" he asked.
I tried not to grimace, "Phoenix..."
He looked confused, "It must be quite a change for you."
I nodded, "Yeah...I don't like the rain much."
"Why did you move to Forks then?" he asked quizzically.
I shrugged, "I guess I needed a change of scenery..."
"Why?" he asked, curious.
I sighed, looking down at my hands and begging myself not to cry, "I don't like to talk about it that much...or even think about it for that matter."
He looked confused.
"I guess I'm already thinking about it now..." my voice cracked on the last word.
"You don't have to tell me," he said comfortingly, "I'm sorry I brought it up."
I forced a smile, "Thanks. Maybe I will tell you eventually..."
We lapsed into silence. He was deep in thought, as was I. Nobody here knew about Emmett, and I didn't know whether to keep it that way or not. I didn't want to be treated like some kind of porcelain doll, but I wanted people to know that Emmett had existed...he was an amazing person...it was so sad that such an innocent life had been thrown away so simply.
"Bella?" I heard the soft, velvet voice say. I looked up.
"I'm sorry I upset you."
I smiled, slightly shakily, "It's okay."
He looked confused, "But you're crying..."
I hadn't noticed the tears until he brought them up. I angrily swiped them away, not wanting to show any weaknesses in front of this boy.
"Are you ashamed of crying?" he asked me, looking sad at the thought.
Emmett wouldn't have wanted me to cry, I thought. I shook my head, "I'm just trying to stay positive..."
He nodded, almost as if he knew exactly what I was talking about.
After gym – which was awful – I went out to my truck, slipping slightly on the ice that had materialised last night. I yawned, putting my hand in front of my mouth. I hadn't slept well last night – I had still had nightmares. I guessed it would take time to fully recover. I drove carefully, making sure not to slip on the ice.
I yawned again, then jumped out of my skin when I heard a car horn in front of me. There was a big, blue, hard looking car on the wrong side of the road...and it was heading straight for me.
I didn't have time to do anything...no time to scream, to think...I could only close my eyes. I felt the impact, and I felt the glass shatter onto me, and my head whipped forward, as the other car crashed right into me, and my head hit the steering well. Everything went black.
Just so you know, I have absolutely no experience with anything in this story at all. I have never lost someone close to me, but this is how I imagine it might feel like...
I hope you liked, and please review!