Whoosh… the air blew passed my ears as I collapsed onto my bed. I blew a strand of my hair off my face as I stared at the white ceiling of my room.

I had told her that being back here was a back idea. This place was too close to him; there were just too many memories. I rolled over to face the wall and bit down hard on my lower lip. No, I refused to cry. We had moved back here to get away from all the sympathy back home. The loss of my father was hard enough with out everyone knowing. After a few months even Renee had agreed. We had to go.

We had lived here when I was a baby and had few memories of this place but I could feel him here, in our old house. A fresh start. That's what we were aiming for. Usually if you tell someone that your dad has died you received a lot of sympathy, but if that person had known him it was worse. So my mother and I had moved to the only other place we had ever called home. Forks.

'Bella!' Mum called up the stairs. 'You hungry?'

'No!' Even if I was I doubted I could eat anything anyway.

'Well you'd better unpack, you've got school tomorrow!' I groaned. Wonderful. As a shy person I had never liked the spotlight, but as a clumsy person it had been often been thrust upon me, making my pale skin flush bright pink- and that wasn't something I enjoyed.

'Okay then,' I answered, heaving myself to my feet and lumbering across the room to my closet.

The full sized mirror caught my eye and I stared at the stranger staring back at me. My long chocolate brown hair fell to the small of my back in a tangled mess, sharply contrasted to the shiny wavy waterfall it had once been. My pale skin was almost translucent in the cold light from outside, but what caught me was my own face, once familiar now foreign. My brown eyes, once light and full of fun were dark and empty, the shadow beneath them new but etched into my skin from too many sleepless nights. My washed-out lips quivered and smiled but the expression was lacking and wrong. They fell.

With a sigh, I carefully hung my clothes and filled the shelves, ignoring the mirror. The snap from the doors closing woke me from my stupor and I noticed that night had fallen. I walked over to the window and looked outside.

A spur of the green forest extended towards the house almost like an arm, reaching for my bedroom. I shivered and closed the window. Pulling the curtains across I blocked it from my sight.

Whoosh!.. Again I fell on to the mattress. I lay still for a moment before pulling the covers over my cold body and waited for sleep to claim me, and the nightmare to stat all over again.

The flashing blue and red light sent coloured beams into the night. My heart sped up as I walked faster and faster eventually breaking out into a run. The footsteps behind mirrored my own as I reaching the road.

'Hey! Stop!' An unfamiliar voice called but I couldn't. I ducked out under the tape and ran foreword, dropping like a stone when i reached the dark form in uniform heaped on the porch.

'No!' I yelled and started to sob. 'No! Dad! Pease no!' I looked into his dead staring eyes, looking back at mine in surprise. The dark hole in his forehead still wet. I reached out a shaking hand and stroked his cold cheek, pale with death.

'No!' but all the pleading in the world couldn't have saved him. He was gone.

Author Note:

this is my first Fan Fic so i hope its ok... pleaze keep reading on....