I was drowning. Water slapped me against the rocks, sending rainbow dots fluttering across my mind. Salt burned in my eyes and water filled my lungs. I gagged and coughed, but I didn't fight. I was done. Blissfully happy, I repeated this to myself. Done. euphoric as blackness began to seep across my mind. Goodbye. I thought gently. I love you.

Pain. When you think of pain, you think of broken bones, touching the burner, skinning your knees. This was torture. This pain licked through me like white hot flames, scorching my veins dry and ripping apart every cell, every molecule in my body. I screamed, I thrashed, I cried, every movement causing a new blistering wave of agony. Whimpering, I just lay and let the pain take me. I begged in my mind for death. It sounded so pleasant right now. When the pain began to fade from my toes and fingers, I listened to my heart, pumping as hard as it could, fearing for my life as well as it's own. The pain faded ever so slowly when I heard my heart give up. Thud. It gave one final, drawn out beat before stopping completely.

I opened my eyes carefully, noting the room I was in. The Cullen's house. I sat up, looking around quickly, everything clear and brilliant. I marveled at my enhanced sight. How was this possible? I could see everything. I took in my surroundings, seeing every particle of dust, every drop of rain that hit the window. The tiny scratches on the window, the moth that fluttered in the open, dark closet. I watched every wing beat, saw every tiny velvet hair.

Fascinated by this new, beautiful world. I turned over onto my side, gasping when I saw my reflection in the mirror across the room. Snow white skin, slender, angel's body. Vampire. The realization slapped me across the face. When did this happen? I was in a daze, trying to recollect my memories. My hands grasped at my marble stomach. My face. I thought. I threw off the thick golden comforter and crossed the space between myself and the mirror, keeping my gaze on the wooden floor, tracing every grain. I looked up slowly, my breath catching. My lips were full and the prettiest shade of pink, my heart shaped face well-defined and pale. My hair fell in luscious mahogany waves down my back. I then turned my focus towards my eyes, and let out a soft "Oh." My irises were a piercing red. I touched my face gently, as if to reassue it were really me. I bit my lip at my eyes, I knew it was to be expected, but they were just so... eerie.

A low tapping was getting louder. My head snapped towards the door as the feather-light footsteps approached it. I rocketed myself to the far corner of the room. The doorknob turned opened with a nearly silent creak. I crouched, terrified, against the wall. Could it be my creator? I let out a vicious snarl, scaring myself in the process. A second hadn't even passed. The slender white hand on the doorframe was still pushing. Yellow light poured in from the hall. The figure in the doorway gazed at me for an unfathomable moment and then spoke.

"Bella." She breathed. I straightened cautiously and flattened against the wall. I stared at her, disoriented, before speaking myself.

"Alice?" My voice twinkled like windchimes in a breeze. My hand flew to my throat. I didn't look, feel, or even sound like myself.

"Oh, Bella!" She cried, crossing the room and flinging her tiny arms around me. "I was so scared. I thought I'd never see you moving again."

"What?" I asked. I leaned away from her touch, confused by her comment. "When was the last time I was moving?"

Panic flickered across her face. "Don't you remember, Bella?" She pulled back and eyed my face, waiting.

Of course I remembered. Didn't I? I thought about it for a long moment.

"Um… I remember water. Oh. Oh." Comprehension settled in. "The cliff. I jumped off. I remember that there was a storm coming. The waves were really strong." I fought back a shudder at the memory of the viscious black waves. I shrugged instead and sat back down on the bed. Alice stared after me, her expression incredulous.

"'Really strong,' Bella?" She scoffed, "What on earth were you thinking? I had a vision of you smiling and flinging yourself off a cliff, so I rushed to Forks as soon as I could. I ran to the beach and saw you floating right below the surface."

Right below the surface? I had felt so far away from ever seeing the sky again.

"So I dragged you out and tried to get you breathing. Oh, there was so much water in you." Her face looked pained at the memory. I looked away, waiting for my cheeks to feel hot. They didn't. "I didn't know what to do, so I bit you." Her voice turned into a whisper on the last few words. I stole a quick glance at her, and noticed she had hidden her face in her hands.

"I'm so sorry, Alice. I didn't mean to kill myself, I had seen the La Push kids do it, and I wanted to try. I should have waited for Jacob. I'm so stupid." I whispered, the words rushing out in a gust of air. I had caused her so much trouble.

"No, please, Bella, don't cry." I hadn't noticed that my shoulders were shaking with dry sobs. She smoothed my hair away from my face. "It's my fault, I never should of let Ed-" Edward. I panicked. What would happen with Edward? She broke off as her phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at the screen and flipped it open hastily.

"Excuse me." She mumbled, and then slipped out the door. I quietly rose and pressed my ear against the wall she was leaning against on the other side. It was silly, but it made me feel slightly more like myself.

"Edward? No, no, she's not dead." I sighed. He would think I was.

"Not dead?!" A familiar voice choked out. I winced at the sound and clutched my chest.

"Well…she's technically not alive, either," She squeaked out. Nervousness saturated her every word. I held my breath as we waited anxiously for his response.

"No. Alice, you didn't." His voice was strained and disbelieving. Oh, yes she did.

"The werewolves couldn't help her! Edward, I didn't have a choice!" Alice's voice was hushed.

"Of course you had a choice, Alice!" Fury rippled through his usually calm voice. "It's Bella."

His voice sounded so revolted when he said my name that I recoiled from the wall. He was disgusted that she had changed me? I felt a pang of shame for how much I'd mourned his leaving. Alice slipped back into the room and snapped her phone shut.

"Edward's on his way." I wrapped my arms around my torso and flinched at his name. Then I understood her statement. My eyes widened. No. No, no, no. He couldn't come, I had to get out of here. A dozen escape routes flashed through my mind. Why would he be coming, anyway? I didn't realize I'd spoken out loud until Alice responded.

"Don't be silly, Bella." She huffed, turning and dancing down the stairs. What on earth was she talking about? I glided after her, smiling at my grace. I grinned wider. I, Bella Swan, was now graceful.

"Thirsty?" She asked, looking at me expectantly. Venom filled my mouth and flames went burning through my throat. I swallowed loudly.

"I thought so." She replied, slightly smug. Then she turned and sprung lithely out the door.

What do you think? It's my first fanfiction ever, so please be kind in reviews. I appreciate both constructive criticism and praise, but please, no mindless trashing.