Full Summary: Bella suffers from agoraphobia (fear of open, public spaces). It has ruled her life for the past couple of years. She decides to move in with her father in Forks and suffer in silence. Can Edward and his family give her the courage to face her fears and overcome her condition?

Hey everyone! I'm back with one of two stories that I have planned to submit. I have both stories written out to a point, but if there seems to be no interest or anything I won't continue them. I'm also not entirely sure on the rating of this story; I might decide to do lemons if I feel like it, but I'm still not positive. It all depends on how the story goes.

The idea for this story came to me one day when I was sitting in my psychology class. We were studying different kinds of mental disorders, and suddenly this whole idea came to me. I frantically looked for a paper and pen and scribbled down a short synopsis so I wouldn't forget it, and this is what came about. I'm not going to set an update schedule because I still don't know how this story will be recieved and how much time I will have to dedicate to writing. So here is the first chapter of I'll Be the Light, my first ever All Human story.

Enjoy!

~MissSingItAll

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does.

EPOV:

"Emmett, I swear to God that if you don't hurry up, I'll text Rose that picture of you and that red-head from Jessica's party!" I yelled up the stairs, slipping into my sneakers. My brother finally emerged, giving me a pleading look.

"Dude! I'm ready, okay? Don't let Rose know!" he said, coming down the stairs, two baseball bats resting on his shoulder. I grabbed my mitt from the counter and made sure my keys were in my pocket.

It was Sunday, and my brother and I were meeting my best friend Jasper Hale for a game of baseball down the street. It was one of the only things we could really do in this pathetic town, and it also helped me get ready for the upcoming season. I was on Forks High School's varsity baseball team, one of the best players actually. Jasper played too, and my brother and sister came to our games so they could hang out with Jasper's sister, Rosalie. In Emmett's case, though, it was more making out than hanging out. They had been dating for two months now, which made things slightly awkward for Jasper and I. We mostly took it in stride, leaving the two lovebirds to their...endeavors.

Emmett knocked into me as he left through the front door. I rolled my eyes and shut the door behind us. We walked a few houses down the rain-soaked street until we finally met up with Jasper, who was casually tossing a worn baseball up and down. He smiled when he saw us and pulled a light blue cap over his mess of blond curls.

"I thought I said two o'clock?" he drawled.

"Yeah, well, you know Emmett. Always locked in his room with his Playboys," I said, and ducked when Emmett lunged to smack me.

"Whatever, let's just play. I've been feeling the need to hit something all day," Jasper said. I slipped on my mitt.

"Rough day at home?" I asked, picking a spot in the middle of the street for the pitching mound.

"Nah, just my sister. She wanted to come," he grabbed a bat from Emmett.

"Why didn't she?" asked Emmett, tossing the other bat somewhere on the side of the street.

"Because then she would have been all over you, and that wouldn't have been fair to Edward. He needs you if he wants any chance at beating me." Jasper smirked. I scoffed.

"Just play, hot shot," I said. We played for a while, me pitching and Jasper hitting ball after ball into the area we determined was out of bounds. Emmett switched in occasionally, but he really only wanted to pelt me with the baseball. One of his pitches I could tell would be particularly rough.

He pulled his meaty arm back, winding up as tightly as he could. I crouched, the bat tightly gripped in my hands. He waited, silently focused and still. Then, without warning, he sprang. The ball launched hard and fast at me; I actually had to move back to accommodate its speed. As the ball came to me, I swung the bat with all my strength, hearing the satisfying smack as the two objects made contact. I watched as the ball soared high above us, arching slightly.

I looked back at Emmett and Jasper, who were still watching the ball. I opened my mouth to say something, when suddenly there were identical expressions of panic on their faces. Just as I was about to ask what was wrong, I heard a loud CRASH that pierced the afternoon air around us. It sounded like glass shattering against a hardwood floor. I whipped back around, and dread, like a heavy weight, settled in the pit of my stomach. "Oh no," I whispered.

The ball had crashed through the window of a small white home on the corner of the street. But this home was no average home. It was the residence of Charlie Swan. Police Chief Charlie Swan. I gulped, and turned to the other two boys, who were still staring at the broken window. Chief Swan would murder us...well, mostly me. He already was fairly acquainted with my parents due to Emmett's random shenanigans throughout town. Adding another Cullen to the list would be too easy.

"Damn it!" Emmett cried. He ran and picked up the stray bat. "We gotta get out of here."

"No! That'll just cause more trouble if we run from the scene," I said shakily. "We have to go get the ball at least. Even if we left everything there, he would know it was us. You could tell it was our ball."

Jasper shook his head. "It didn't have my name on it," he said.

"Yeah, but who else actually goes outside to play in this town?" I asked. Jasper looked at me for a minute, and then sighed.

"Fine," he said, "but if Swan asks, I'm blaming you."

"Ditto," Emmett agreed. I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks for the support guys. Come on."

We passed the few houses separating us from Chief Swan's place. I crossed the front yard alone (Emmett and Jasper tried to look innocent while waiting on the sidewalk), and skipped up the front porch steps. I stopped in front of the large oak door. Should I knock? What if he's not home? I didn't think I saw his police cruiser parked outside. Well, crap. Now I would have to wait until he got back to get the ball, and it would become this long drawn out mess.

Just as I was about to ring the doorbell anyway, the front door swung open slowly. I froze, my hand still hovering in the air. I braced myself for Chief Swan's steely glare, but when I looked at the figure in the doorway, it wasn't him.

A petite girl, no older than me, stood with the ball clutched in her tiny hand. Her dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she was wearing a worn t-shirt with baggy sweatpants. Her wide chocolate brown eyes stared back at me, full of panic and surprise. She looked very fragile, like the wind could knock her over if it blew hard enough. I cleared my throat uncomfortably.

"Um...that's ours. Sorry about the window. Is Chief Swan here?" I said uncertainly. The girl stared at me silently.

"Is he home?" I tried again, and, again, received no response. Her full lips were slightly parted, and she still had that shocked look on her face. I leaned toward her.

"Um, okay. I'll just take this-" I reached to grab the ball from her, and she finally reacted. Air flew into her mouth in a gasp, and she flicked her wrist lightly, tossing the ball at me before I could get any closer. She stepped back further into the house and grasped the edge of the door. I took a step back, startled, and barely caught the ball. The girl was shaking, and then, seemingly with all her strength, she shut the door. I heard the lock slide into place, and then all was silent.

"Dude," I heard Emmett say. "What happened?"

"I don't know," I said, still staring at where the girl had been moments before. "But I guess Chief Swan isn't the only one who lives here anymore."

"Come on, Edward. Let's go before he gets back," Jasper called. I turned from the front door, still very much confused. As we walked back home, all I could think about was the girl and how fear seemed to paralyze her delicate features.

BPOV:

I desperately tried to stop shaking and control my breathing after shutting the door. I shuffled into the living room and fell onto the couch, burying my face in the cushions.

Just breathe, Bella. You're safe, I thought.

Previously, I was sitting upstairs in my room, sorting through all of mine and Charlie's laundry. It was a normal Sunday activity for me. As I had picked up one of my pairs of jeans I heard the loud crash from downstairs. It startled me so bad, I let out a yelp and fell from my bed onto the floor.

My mind had immediately gone into panic mode. Did someone break in? Were they armed? Could I make it out of the house if I was quiet enough? But then, it wasn't like I could go outside. I just couldn't. So I was trapped with whatever might be inside the house. I was going to die. But at least I wouldn't be outside.

I lifted myself off of the floor slowly, trying to remain silent. I almost tip-toed my way to my bedroom door, cursing when it creaked loudly as I pushed it open. I went down the stairs one stair at a time, gripping the banister tightly. As I reached the bottom, I looked wearily around me.

Everything seemed normal. I quietly crossed the hall, listening for any kind of noise. The house remained still. I reached the kitchen and finally saw what had been the cause of the crash.

A tattered baseball sat in the middle of the floor, with shards of glass scattered about it. A cool breeze swept across my body, and I looked up at the window over the sink. There was now a gaping, jagged hole, and the curtains that framed the window swayed gently in the breeze. I leaned over the mess, careful not to step on any glass, and grabbed the ball from the ground. I looked at it curiously, studying how used it had become. I turned around and made my way towards the front door. I decided to leave ball on the porch so that the owner could get it easily. I knew I would have to tell my father about it, but honestly, it looked like it was a complete accident. Plus, it's not like I can go further than the front porch, anyway.

I opened the door, still looking at the ball in my hand. Just as I was about to step out onto the porch, I looked in front of me and froze. There was a boy, a gorgeous one at that, standing right at my doorway. His hand was in the air as if he was about to ring the doorbell. His emerald green eyes were probably just as surprised as mine were, and his bronze locks of hair stuck wildly about his head. His face was very sculpted, so much that it reminded of an old marble statue. Overall, he was beautiful. He cleared his throat.

"Um...that's ours. Sorry about the window. Is Chief Swan here?" he asked meekly. I couldn't move; I only stood there as the echoes of his velvet voice wrapped around me.

"Is he home?" he asked again. I was only slightly aware that my face was still stuck in this shocked expression.

"Um, okay. I'll just take this-" He leaned down towards me, and that was when my body decided to move. I gasped and reflexively threw the ball at him. He couldn't come close to me, I wouldn't allow it. Just as he moved back with the ball, I pushed at the door as quickly as I could. The door shut with finality, and I locked it as soon as it had closed.

So here I was, trying to calm down after that unusual encounter. I turned over to stare at the ceiling, placing a hand over my heart. It was days like this that really illuminated for me how messed up I really was. It was really pathetic that I couldn't even protect myself if I had to. If there had been an intruder, what would I have done? I would have been an easy target. What if the house burned down in a fire? You can bet that I would be inside, engulfed in flames. Anything to avoid going outside.

I wanted to stay safe in my home, where I had the control, I had the power. It was absolute torture flying up here to Forks after leaving my home in Phoenix. I had multiple panic attacks and I couldn't breathe. But for what it's worth, I wanted to do this. I wanted to give my mother and her new husband freedom. I didn't want them to be tied down by my stupid insecurities and behaviors. That's why I made the move two days ago, arriving here hyperventilating and trembling. My father knew of what I was capable of, but I don't think he really realized how serious it was until he saw me at the terminal, tears pouring down my face and a flight attendant holding me up. I was always a burden wherever I went, so I stayed at home as much as I could.

Tomorrow will be interesting. Charlie had registered me at Forks High School when he heard that I was coming to live with him, but I don't think that he realized that I wouldn't be able to actually attend school. Instead, we had set up a kind of correspondence program where one of the students in my grade would deliver my assignments everyday after school, and in the mornings before school that student would come to pick up my completed homework. It seemed like a hassle for the school, but I honestly couldn't help it. I needed an education, and, unfortunately, they were the only school within driving distance.

I sighed and forced myself to get up. I needed to clean up the broken glass and come up some kind of explanation before Charlie came home from work. After all, he would probably want to know who smashed a hole through his window.

A/N: Okay, please leave reviews to let me know how I'm doing!!