A new story prompt to help me get back into the writing swing. Hope you guys will want more.
WARNINGS: Possible angst, gore, dark content, language, and emotional triggers.
You have been warned.
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allan Poe
There was a certain silence between my mother and I as she drove us to the airport. Phil had stayed behind to pack more of their things so that they could leave for Florida at the end of the week. Truthfully, I was glad. I was getting tired of his concerned stare and the constant questions of whether I was alright or not. Having to be with my mother was enough, I didn't need the extra hovering.
"Bells, you know you don't have to do this."
I could barely contain the sigh that threatened to leave me. I had known it was coming soon, infact I'd made a bet with myself to see how long it would take her to crack. Looks like I owed myself five bucks, because she'd cracked ten minutes earlier then I'd first guessed that she would've.
"Re-...mom, I don't want to go to Florida," I retaliated, using the same line I'd repeated like a broken record for the last couple of months. Renee had been at this for a while, if you couldn't tell. It was just like my mother to be persistent to the very last second, minutes before she was about to send me off to live with my father. "Besides, I need to spend some more time with Charlie before I graduate. I haven't seen him in years."
The guilty look on her face was enough to tell me that I'd one my argument once again. I didn't feel bad about using it against her, because even I knew that it was her fault that I hadn't got to spend much time with my father. Renee was a very clingy woman. When she'd noticed how much I'd loved visiting my dad in Summers, she'd put a stop to it, saying the cost of flying me out and back was unnecessarily high cost for her and that was that. I also had a sneaking suspicious that she'd told my father that it was me that had put a stop to the visits, which was completely untrue and another level of guilt to add to her growing pile.
We'd parked out in front of the busy airport, but neither of us had moved. I knew that my mother wasn't yet done trying to change my mind.
She reached over, placing her hand on my knee. "Bella, what happened this Summer, you shouldn't let it get to you-"
I recoiled from her touch and her words, opening the passenger door and leaving the car in a storm. I heard her sigh of disappointment, but buried any feelings I may of felt by beginning to pull out some of my luggage. My silence was hard on her, I knew, because for most of my life she and I always talked to each other. She talked to me about all her hobbies and life experiences, while I would talk out my teenage troubles to her. But this wasn't the case this time.
My two bags in hand and over my shoulder, I waited for her to get over her sadness and get out of the car.
I only had to wait a couple seconds, and turned away from the fake smile plastered on my mother's face.
Forks, here I come.
It was the late afternoon, a couple hours after school had let out, when it happened.
Everyone had been home at the time. Esme was upstairs, rearranging some of the new furniture she'd purchased and Carlisle was in his study filing some papers he'd brought home from work. Rosalie and Emmett were out in the garage, working on their cars together with the radio turned up. Edward was trying to drown out the classic rock floating in from the garage by playing some tunes he'd recently written on his piano. Jasper and I were outside, Jasper reading a book as I sketched some designs in my drawing pad.
A normal, lazy day for us Cullens. It wasn't uncommon for us to find some peace apart. We were a family for all intents and purposes, and all familys needed space. Any other day might've called for some kind of family trip or outing, but everyone was perfectly happy in their own little bubble.
The day was perfect outside, as well.
Thought Forks, Washington was forever under a veil of dark clouds and nearly always under rainfall of varying intensities, today was mild. The clouds were light, but still covering the skies. A cool wind was blowing in from the West, but there was no rain. A perfect day for myself to sit outside and draw.
Just as I was sketching the curve of the shoulder in my clothing design, a vision hit me. My body gave a slightly jolt, something that only happened when my vision was especially immersive and intense. Jasper, who I'd been curled into, straightened up and had his hands on my shoulders to keep me steady. I couldn't feel him, however, because I was somewhere else entirely. In my head, I could see a future scenario building around me piece by piece.
The pencil in my hand nearly snapped under the pressure of my tense hand as I began to unconsciously draw what I was seeing. I drew right over the sketch I had been working on for almost two weeks.
My hand was working so hard that I was nearly ripping into the paper with my pencil, my vision determined to have this moment forever etched into both my mind and the paper. The contents of this sketch was something significant, I knew, for there were no choices to this vision. Various small choices would still lead to this event, and any drastic measures of avoiding it led to dark outcomes that I couldn't even make. All I knew was that this was meant to happen, and if it didn't it could mean horrible things in the future.
We had to meet her.
Gasping as though I actually needed air, I surfaced from my vision. Jasper's arms were around me, and our family was standing around were looking at me in slight concern, but also closely inspecting the sketch pad sitting on my lap.
I looked down and saw the face of a girl staring back up at me. She had a delicate, heart shaped face with attractive features. The biggest appeal to her face was her big, doe-like eyes. Her hair was waved, falling down to her armpits. She had a slender neck and feminine shoulders, with gentle curves in her bosom and hips. She was clad in a flannel jacket and jeans, plain to the rest of her.
"Who is she?" Emmett asked, breaking the silence.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, but my guess is that we will be meeting her soon."
Small prologue, I will work on updating the first chapter tomorrow or the day after.