Disclaimer- Twilight and everything in it belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I suppose I'll get over it one day.
I slumped in my economy airline flight seat, briefly allowing myself a moment to feel sorry for myself. It wasn't that I regretted my decision to leave Arizona and my mom, exactly- I just wished there had been an option that could leave everyone feeling happy. But I remembered our conversation a few days ago.
"Are you sure about this, honey? I don't want to make you feel like you feel like you have to go anything…" said Renee, hope mingled with pity and uncertainty. As usual, her thoughts were flickering all over the place. 'I should stay home with her. But it would be so nice to go with Phil for a while… No! Oh, I'm a terrible mother, asking her to do this. That's it, I have to stay here, I can't make her go to Forks just so I can spend some time with my husband…'
I hastened to reassure her. "No, mom, honestly, I'll be fine! It's been forever since I saw Charlie. Really, I want to do this."
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. 'You know, I don't believe her at all. Her eyes won't meet mine, and she's blushing. She was never a good liar. She's sacrificing her freedom for me.' She suddenly sighed. 'And I don't suppose there's anything I can do to get her to change her mind. She's always been so mature for her age…"
"If that's what you want…" she trailed off dubiously.
I nodded my head once, making sure to meet her eyes this time.
"All right then." Her decision made, she lost all traces of sadness in her eyes, replacing the dull look with a spark of excitement. "I'll email you every day with updates. I love you, honey."
"I love you, too." My reply was genuine. I refused to focus on the fact that I had essentially just sentenced myself to an undetermined time spent in my personal hell.
'Oh, I have to call Phil, he'll be so thrilled, I'm sure he'll get signed. I have to pack…' Her thoughts raced ahead while I settled into a state of resignation.
Shaking my head, I tried to clear my head of such self-pitying memories. Really, knowing exactly what my mother was thinking was unfair. How could I hear how much she genuinely wanted what was best for me and not want the same for her?
I had been able to read minds for as long as I could remember. My mother didn't know. Nobody did. Of course, it was next to impossible to hide from her. Luckily, my gift wasn't fully formed until I was around eight, and by then I knew how disastrous it would be to have anyone find out. Up until that point, I just appeared ridiculously perceptive, somehow understanding exactly what people meant. Now my gift was much more advanced. I could get thoughts, words, memories, images… I winced, recalling a few disgusting people I had briefly met, picking up their thoughts as they passed. Not that I wanted to see everything some people were thinking.
To make it worse, it seemed my freakishness didn't end there. It appeared I had some sort of physical shield as well. I had only been able to consciously manipulate it a few times, but it rose to the surface of my skin every time I am in a situation where I could be injured, by tripping, usually. It was exceedingly difficult to use at any other time, but with a significant amount of strain, I could even push it out a few feet.
Sitting up a bit straighter, I made an effort to call it up now. A light sheen of sweat broke out on my face. After only a minute or so, I saw the usual iridescent sheen that could not be seen by other humans form a thin layer over my skin. I smiled triumphantly at my success. I was getting better every time I practiced. My grin was soon replaced by a frown. Better at being a freak, I thought, semi-engulfed with melancholy. I flopped back down against the back of my seat, gazing out the window.
I heard an announcement over the loudspeakers that the plane would be landing soon. Now that I was paying attention, I could hear glimpses of thoughts.
'…can't wait to see her…'
'This book is excellent, I wonder if Sharon…'
'…don't know what's taking so long…"
'…gonna go insane if I have to sit behind this screaming toddler one more minute…'
'Well, hello there, beautiful."
That last thought captured my attention, and I snapped my head up to see a man a few isles away running his eyes up and down my body appreciatively. When he noticed I was looking at him, he smirked at me and winked suggestively. Cheeks fire-hydrant red, I looked away, redoubling my efforts to block the mind of that person specifically.
Eventually, the plane arrived at the airport. I hated being in large crowds. Even doing by best to tune out everyone, I kept picking up random snippets of words that made it difficult to focus on anything. This was bad for my already questionable balance. I took extra care picking my way through the sea of people. Luckily, this was Forks, so the minuscule crowd at here was easily managed. Few came to this cloudy, constantly raining town.
I saw Charlie waiting by his police cruiser. His thoughts were nervous. "Hi, Bells," he murmured. 'What do I say to her? What the heck are you supposed to say to your seventeen-year-old daughter who you haven't seen in years?' "Should I take your luggage?" he said gruffly, but still looking as if he was very glad to see me. I nodded, and he accepted my single bag, hearing him mentally wonder at my light packing. I climbed into the passenger side.
The ride was mostly silent. I tried to tune out his thoughts, but I knew that he was pleased that I came to live with him, but feeling awkward that he probably wouldn't be much company. I didn't mind. I was naturally withdrawn, some of which came from him, but mostly because I spent most of my time trying to tune out people's voices, and the line between real and mental blurred.
When I arrived home, my attention was immediately drawn by a huge red monster of a Chevy that looked like it was from the sixties. I immediately fell in love, and made sure my dad knew it.
"You're welcome, Bells." he said. 'I was worried she wouldn't like it. I'll have to thank Billy next time we go fishing.' His mind began filling with images of the activity as I headed up to my room. It looked no different from the last time I saw it, years and years ago. Too exhausted to even unpack, I fell into bed. I cried for a few hours, at my situation, at my freakishness, at the world. Eventually I had cried myself out, and so I fell asleep.
Ok, so this is my first FanFiction, and the original idea did come while reading another story: daybreak by xSirenSongsx (check it out- it's cool!). However, this version is completely different. I gave Bella some different powers as well, and altered some of the ones xSirenSongsx gave her. If even one person leaves a review, positive or negative, it will make my day! :) Next chapter is where she meets the Cullens, which is where it starts to get interesting.