𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄, 𝒆𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏

FIRST SIGHT

FIRST SIGHT.

I had spent most of the trip looking out my mother's car window. A tall crimson truck with my head in the opening of the window of my mother's car. A cool brisk of air washed over my face.

Though the moment was a gentle serene one, I felt a hazy mist dance around my head, las if suddenly, something was wrong. Jerking up, I twisted and looked up at my mother and for a second, it was like I didn't know who she was.

It scared me. It's not like on TV, I can't just yell out who are you? I'd dodge an asylum time so far, I wasn't going to stop now. Still, I couldn't stop my body from reacting to the blinding migraine that followed. It was like a million aneurysms exploding in mind like a drum finale.

I let out a broken screech and shuffled my way away from her and against the window, I nearly slid through the opening. I grabbed the sides of my head desperately as a searing jolt of pain shot across throughout it. My mom stomped on the breaks forcing us both forward, before rushing to lock the doors and closed window, she was looking at me with a pursed pouted lips.

"Marie?" She touched my arm carefully, the way you wound dog as not to frighten it.

And just like that, as if it had never happened, I snapped out of it.

"I'm sorry mom," I quickly reached out to assure her. "I had a really crappy dream, it just took me a second to readjust. I literally felt like I was... I don't know." My thoughts and my focus trailed off as I looked out the window with scrunched brows. It dream it may have been but it felt so real.

I was on my way to my fathers home. In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Fork exist under a shit ton of clouds and sickly sage green moss covering nearly everything. The salty rain beat a solemn song and significant disproportionate ratios over Fork like no other place in these United States.

My mom and dad adopted me a few months after my birth, but soon after my mom escaped with me from Forks. She said it was too suffocating and my father was too distant. It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until the ripened age of fourteen.

It was then I finally put my foot down and motioned for Charlie to start taking me to California instead, vacationing in Fork was simply an oxymoron.

It was to Forks I now exiled myself.

"Bella," my mom cooed. "Look at how feverish you're acting," although she was my mother, this wasn't our relationship, in a lot of ways, it was I who took care of her, I didn't like the idea of stressing her out with worries for me.

"Mom." I sighed ruffling her hair. "I'll my fine, I always am."

"You don't have to go to Forks," she said for the billionth time before I got on the plane.

My mom was really pretty. She looked nothing like me for obvious reasons. She had short hair brunette and deep laugh lines. I felt a wide spread panic flow throughout me as I looked at her childlike eyes. How would she fend for herself? Sure, she'd have Phil, he'd pay the bills. There'd be food in the fridge and gas in the car, but still..

I was her one and only kid and I was ripping myself from her. I was going to miss her.

"I want to go," I lied. I had always been pretty good at lying so she believed me. She just couldn't understand why someone would purposefully move to Forks.

"Tell Charlie I said hi."

"I wont," I teased.

She smirked, "why not?"