Living My Nightmares

Chapter: one

I woke up trembling and covered in sweat "Not again" I thought as I got out of bed.

I ran my fingers threw my hair as I walked to the Kitchen to get something to eat.

As i entered the Kitchen I noticed my mother was on the phone.

"That's fine, yes this Friday. the Plane should be there around seven."

I had no idea who she was talking to so I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the orange juice trying to make myself look busy so I could listened to the conversation.

I could only guess it was Charlie she was talking to.

"Alright, I'll call you as soon as we leave for the airport, ok good bye Charlie."

My Mother hung up the Phone and took a deep breath before turning to look at me.

"So... I talked to your father and he is going to get everything ready before you leave so you won't have to worry about anything."

When she finished talking she just stood there waiting for me to reply. But the only thing i could do was hold on the the counter and try not to fall as I felt my legs start to shake. I could feel my throat getting tight as the panic attack set in.

"But I thought you said I was going to stay with Phil's cousin!" I almost yelled.

"Bella, I tried I really did but she said after the last time you went to stay with her that you did nothing but stay in your room not talking to anyone! So your going to have to stay with your Father until we come home."

I knew she had nothing else to say to me so i just left the orange juice on the counter and went to my room.

I opened the door and slowly walked around my room looking at it for what might be the last time.

To think it was only a year ago when I told myself that I would NEVER go back to Forks again, but here I was looking around my room trying to think about what I couldn't live with out, sadly finding nothing but a few old books. I started packing my bags.

The next morning was odd I felt like I was watching the world threw someone else's eyes like I was in a dream, no a nightmare. I saw Phil walking up the driveway. "You all packed?" He said as he got closer to the door.

"Yeah my bags are right there." I pointed to where they sat next to the door. He walked over to them and picked them up.

"Tell your Mom we are all set to go." He said as he Carried my bags out to the car. I called for my mom letting her know it was time to leave as i slowly made my way to the car.

Once we where all in the car and on our way to the Airport I felt as if my mother and Phil seemed happier.

It made it even worse to think that not only was I being forced to return to the worst place imaginable but that they where happy to be rid of me.

When we got the Airport Phil dropped us off at the doors and went to park the car. I walked up to the desk and handed the teller my ticket and checked my bags.

The lady handed my ticket back and pointed us toward the gate that my plane would be arriving in.

As I made my way to gate twelve I watched all of the other people either waiting for friends and family or waiting to leave it made me feel like i was alone even tho i could tell my mother was right behind me.