The title for this story came from the song; Starlight by Marina and the diamonds
I don't own Twilight or anything that you recognise; I own Monroe family- and any other characters that you don't recognise.
Like love lights in the sky,
Love is like starlight.
Everyone knows that life is hard; we don't choose the cards that are dealt to us. If we did life would be easy and less painful.
A cold wind blows outside I sit on the couch in the living room, holding a cup of tea in my hands. Steam pours from the cup, filling the air. I bring it to my lips and take a sip, though the liquid is far too hot. I burn my tongue, which causes me to take in a sharp breath of air.
The wind blows harshly down the chimney, leaving a chill in the room.
My mum, Lauren, walks into the living room closely followed by my sister, Faith, they sit on either side of me; I can smell the cold, damp air on them. It's horrible. I hate Forks.
I hate everything about it, the cold, the rain, how small it is, everything, I am not used to it.
I used to live in California, with my parents, but me, my mum and Faith, all moved out when it came to light that my dad had cheated on my mum, so now here we are back in Forks, a place I haven't been for three years.
I'm seventeen now, and I have lived in Forks before, for the first six years of my life, but my mum and dad didn't want to stay here, so we moved to LA.
We visited, a lot, my Uncle Charlie lives here- He is my mum's brother- it was nice to come over and visit, especially if Bella- my cousin- was visiting. She lives here too now.
Bella, and I were close when we were younger and with us being related we kept in touch, as did my mum with most of the women who live in Forks.
There is a six week age difference between Bella and I. she was born in September, and I was born in October- Bella's birthday has just passed, so mine is just around the corner.
I glance at my mom, who seems to be shivering. "There's some tea left in the pot if you want any," I inform her. People often talk about how beautiful my mum is, and when they compare the two of us, I must say it's a great ego boost.
We have the same golden blonde hair, and the same green eyes, while my sister looks more like my Uncle Charlie- neither of us look like my dad's side of the family- Faith has dark eyes, and dark hair, with an olive tint to her skin, and pink patches in her cheeks.
I on the other hand am pale, and find it hard to tan, even when we lived in LA the sun would never touch me, and if it did, I just went a lobster shade of red.
She smiles at me "It's fine, dear." She says "I don't really want any." She sighs and runs a hand through her hair, "Have you seen, Bella today?" She asks.
We have lived here for a couple of months now, and since we have been here, I have tried to see Bella every day; it was hard at first, because she was always with her boyfriend, Edward Cullen, but a couple of days ago, Edward and his family left Forks, leaving Bella, devastated.
I shake my head "No, I might go round soon though," I say- My Uncle Charlie and Bella live next door to us so it isn't hard for me to go and visit.
"I would if I was you," She says. "The break up has hit her hard, she needs a friend."
"I know but…"
"But what?" My mum asks, "If the tables were turned she'd be here to help you."
"I'll go," Faith says, cheerily.
"No!" I protest, "I'll go, alone." Faith is six years younger than, Bella and I, she's only twelve and I don't want Faith seeing Bella that way, it's not nice. She's different now. "I'll be back soon." I say.
I run out into the open air, not bothering to put on a coat or a jacket, with them only living next door there is no need for one.
The air is icy and damp; I can smell the moss on the trees and the mud on the ground. I hate the smell. I always have.
I open the door and walk straight into the house, (As I have been told to, many times before by my Uncle Charlie)
"Hello!" I call as I walk inside the house.
I hear the TV shut off in the living room, and then I hear movement.
My Uncle Charlie, walks out of the living room and into the kitchen, he smiles when he sees me "Hey, Grace, how are you doing?" he asks.
"I'm great," I reply with a smile, "Is, Bella around?" I ask, like I need to, I already know the answer to my question. But I don't want it to look like I am assuming things.
He nods, but his face grows solemn "Yeah, she's upstairs in her bed room. She hasn't been out most of the day." He informs me.
"Oh," I say, "Is it okay, if I go and see her?" I ask.
He nods again, and gives me a weak smile that seems to say 'Good luck'
I walk upstairs, and knock lightly on Bella's door. "Bells, can I come in?" I ask. When I receive no reply, I open the door slowly, and peek around it into her room. Bella sits on a desk chair, facing the window.
"Bells," I say "Are you okay?" again, I get no reply. I walk over to where she sits and kneel down on the floor. "Are you gunna talk to me or not?" I ask I keep my voice a quiet whisper.
She turns her head slowly to face me. Her dark eyes lock on mine, Bella, has dark purple circles under her eyes from all of the sleepless nights she has been getting. Every night, since she and Edward broke up, she has screamed his name in her dreams.
I can hear her, even at my house, the first time I heard her scream, I thought she was being attacked. It's a horrible, blood curdling, ear piercing scream.
She doesn't my question, she just stares for a minute and then she turns her head again. Her dark eyes locked on the window.
Despite her hair and I colouring she manages to look exactly like her mother, my Aunt Renee, technically, we aren't related anymore, but she and my mum are close, they always have been so Aunty Renee, has just stuck.
The used to joke about having a pregnancy pact, when they were pregnant because of how close together they got pregnant, but it was merely coincidence, or so I am told.
"Bella," I say, this time, she doesn't even look at me. "Look, if you're not gunna talk to me, then I might as well leave." I say.
She turns to face me, and she watches me leave, as I get to the door I hear her voice. "Grace," She says.
I turn on my heel and face my cousin "What?" I ask with a slight shrug.
"Thanks," She mumbles.
"For what?" I ask.
She shrugs "Caring," She says. "I can't help the way I am acting… You come here every day, and I don't talk. I feel like I'm wasting your time. And I'm sorry for that."
"Don't be," I say. "You're not wasting my time, either." I say to her. I give her a weak smile before saying "I'll see you tomorrow?"
She shakes her head before saying "Don't leave me alone." Tears start to brim in her eyes. I walk away from the door; I walk over to her bed and perch on the end of it. I can feel tears of my own threatening to make and appearance, but I blink them back.
She moves from the chair, sits next to me. "I miss him," She divulges in a low whisper.
I nod slowly "Yeah, I know." I say.
She wraps her arms around me, and how ever reluctant I may be, I reciprocate the hug, she needs someone to be there for her. Apparently, I was that person. Sobs start to rack through her body as she cries into my hair.
"It hurts, so fucking much," She says. It's not odd for me to hear Bella speak this way, had Faith been with me, or anyone else for that matter she wouldn't have, but she knows that I speak this way myself.
"I know." I say again. And I do know- not because I have been through this I haven't. (All my relationships have been ended by me)- But I know because she is telling me, and because it is clear to see on her face, and it is easy to hear in her voice, when she does speak.
I may not have known much about Edward, as I only met him once or twice, but I do know that Bella, was completely invested in him, and him in her, you could tell by the way they looked at each other.
The way they acted around each other, it was more than just a teenage romance, or at least I thought it had been. But then he left her, he didn't only breakup with her, but he left town.
She grips onto my shirt tightly, for a brief moment before she lets go. She pulls her self away from me, and looks at me, tears still roll slowly down her face.
Her dark eyes are puffy and blood shot. The tears seem to make her eye darker, and much harder.
"I can't do this," She says "I want him back."
"Bells, everything, will be fine."
"How do you know that?" She asks, I shrug, and she looks down at the floor. Her eyes seem to roll in her head, as she struggles to keep them open. She hugs me again, and rests her head on my shoulder.
"Bella," I say quietly, I get no answer all I hear is incoherent mumbles. I know she's asleep; I move slowly and lay her down on her bed. I walk out of her room, fighting against more tears.
I wipe them away with the back of my hand before they have even properly fallen. I walk into the kitchen where my Uncle Charlie sits at the table with a cup of coffee. "Is she okay?"
"Y-yeah," I say a little unsure of whether I should lie or not. "She's sleeping right now, she got tired." I say.
"Oh," He says "So did you manage to get anything from her?" I knew that she hadn't been talking to my Uncle Charlie, or my mum, or anyone really, that's why they are both so keen for me to make an appearance.
I shrug "Just the usual," I say.
"Oh, well at least she's talking," He says.
"Yeah," I say, I make my way to the kitchen door when his voice rings out again.
I turn and face him "Yeah," I say.
I give him a weak smile and leave the house with my heart feeling heavy, I just want, Bella to snap out of this state of mind. I walk through the door and my mum looks at me, with a furrowed brow.
"You weren't there long," She comments.
"I know," I say "Bella got tired, so I left her to sleep."
"Oh, how is she?"
Emotionally dead, deflated, tired, broken any of these things would have sufficed in describing the way, Bella has been acting lately.
But I don't want to put anyone else in the same position I'm in. There is a reason, she is barely talking to anyone else, yet she will hug me and let me in. So instead I settle on saying "She's fine."
"Good," My mum says
"Yeah," I reply.
I got up stairs, shower and change for bed, I turn off all of my lights, and climb under my bed covers, I stay awake. I don't even allow my eyes to close in case I drift off to sleep. I stay awake until I hear the muffled screams of Bella's nightmare.
I sit and listen to her, alone in the darkness, one thing runs round my mind and one thing alone, and that is; when will Bella be back?
A/N; please read and review I appreciate all comments and opinions (Good or bad)
This was just a chapter to introduce you to Grace and Faith- you'll learn more about the pair of them later on.