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Edward and Bella

Twilight

Prologue

FLAMES! Everywhere I look I see flames. I gear screaming. I just want to wake up from this nightmare. I can see my mum being hugged by flames, I see Phil shouting her name. Outside there is a loud noise. A thunder I think.

Chapter 1- The Help

It's been three months since my mom died. I saw it all; I was the one to cause it. It's my entire fault! I've been living with my dad for the past three months. I am soon to be sixteen. My name is Bella and I live in a small town called Forks. I moved here three months ago to live with my dad after my mum died in a fire in Phoenix, The fire was caused by a thunder... Well you will find out the rest of this story later. I just don't feel like talking about it.

My dad, Charlie, is a Police Chief; I would come to visit him every summer until I was 14. Then he started to visit me in Phoenix. My mum and dad got divorced soon after I was born. Mum hared Forks, I used to as well, but right now I honestly don't care. I deserve any kind of punishment. After all that happened I don't care what happens to me. I just want to see my mum again.

My mum got remarried last year to a guy named Phil; she loved him so I didn't interrupt them. I just lived quietly in my corner.

Today is the day that I've been dreading. I am meant to go to High School. I don't feel like going out of my bedroom. I have spent my entire say in this room. I never stepped out; not to go shopping, not to go dawn to La Push to meet Charlie's friend, I didn't even go downstairs to great them when they came over. That's another thing, ever since mom... um... died, I stopped talking.

Yesterday, Charlie got so freaked out by my lack of communication, he decided to try and drag me to a local hospital. However, every time he told me to get up and get ready I just pulled my quill even higher. Eventually he got the message and called the hospital to ask if any doctor was available, so he/she could come over and check on me. They said that there was only one and that he was new. Charlie didn't care he just wanted someone to make sure I was fine. Which obviously I wasn't.

Flashback

Charlie came into my room. I was still lying on my bed, facing the ceiling. After a minute he cleared his throat and said, "Bella, sweetheart, this is Dr. Cullen. He came to check that you are alright." Then someone came into the room. I didn't care, although I knew that it was Dr. Cullen.

"Hello Isabella." He said after Charlie left the room quietly. Dr. Cullen started to move as I heard footsteps. They were coming towards me. I just lay in the same position not moving an inch.

"How are you Isabella? " He kept asking questions, but I just pretended I was alone; not moving, not talking but surprisingly I was listening, normally I would just ignore everything around me. "Isabella, can I touch you? I need to check your pulse." Once again, there was no reply. H e took my wrist gently in his hands. They were freezing, like he placed them in a freezer for entire night, I could see him in the corner of my eye and I could see the worried expression that started to appear. He turns away from me and starts to call my father, who shows up only second later.

"We have to get her to hospital. If this keeps up she will die." Dr. Cullen says. I still don't give a damn thought. "I've tried to get her to go, but she refuses." Charlie tells him. Go on tell him everything I thought, annoyed.

Dr. Cullen turns to me and asks, "Isabella, do you want to go to the hospital?" To reply to his question I pull the quill over my head. I'm not leaving this bed, do whatever you want. I thought. Dr. Cullen lets out a frustrated sigh, before he speaks again, this time, however, he speaks with Charlie, "We need to get her to drink something. She looks like she didn't get anything to drink or eat in months and her body is weak." Then he turns towards me, "Isabella, if you don't want to go to hospital, then you have to let me insert an IV to your arm so you get enough liquids in your body." I don't move or reply, so he faces Charlie and raises his eyebrow.

"What -ever you need to do." Is all he says.

Present

Like I mentioned before, today is the day that I'm meant to go back to school, however lucky me that I have to wait for Dr. Cullen to turn up, to check on me and tell me whether I'm strong enough to go to school or not. I don't know what is the point in that, when I know that the answer is no. Before he left he and Charlie discussed that seeing that I don't want to go to hospital, Dr. Cullen or rather Carlise, as he told us to call him, was kind enough to make a deal with Charlie.

The deal is that I will be living with Carlise and his family, who will look after me like I'm part of their family and Charlie in exchange, will help them out when they need it. Charlie agreed to it without hesitation.

So today I was going to start living with the Cullen's.

Twenty minutes later I heard voices coming from dawn stairs. After a while they started to get closer and then they entered my room.

"Bella," It was Carlisle who spoke first, "This is my wife Esme; she will look after you while I'm at the hospital. Also she will help you pack." I felt a cool hand on my forehead, and then Carlisle spoke again, "She has a fever. We have to get her to our house as soon as possible." The wrapping my quill around me he picked me up gently, like I weighed nothing. I didn't bother doing anything, as usual. I heard door opening and shutting and one minute later I was laying on a back seat of a car, my head in someone's lap, I looked up to see a woman with gold eyes and brown hair smiling at me. This must be Esme, I thought. Charlie and Carlisle were talking outside and after about 30 seconds Carlisle was in the car that was starting to speed down the road.

"Bella, you don't have to worry about anything now, you will be safe with us. All that matters is for you to be healthy again." Esme whispered. At first I didn't know why, but then I felt tears stream down my cheeks. The way that Esme spoke and looked at me reminded me of my dead mother.