Kindred souls

Chapter 1

It's been a long while since I've been able to breathe in such crisp air. Hearing the sounds of the birds whistling their tunes, the rambunctious sound of tourists, and the feeling of bright sunshine warming my skin. I was most grateful for the warmth that was coming from the bright rays of sunshine.

Where I happened to be raised, there was nothing but rain and clouds. No sunshine, no warmth, and without a doubt, double the sense of gloominess. I was born in the cloudy state of Washington, to Charlie Swan and Renee Dwyer. The Chief of Police of a small town and his flighty ex-wife. I was their first-born child. The name, Aurora Willow Swan, was the given to me July 3rd, 1984 at 5:04 AM. Three years down the road, they have their second child, Isabella Marie Swan.

Bella and I had been very close when we were younger until our mother decided that it was time to move on to the next chapter of her life. She packed her bags, took Bella, and left me with our father. Which I am utterly and totally grateful for. Although this took a huge toll on dad he didn't let that get in the way of raising me. Growing up, I was a daddy's girl through and through. I loved dad with all my heart. I would do anything for him.

Mom taking Bella caused a huge rift to form between Bella and I. As well as the relationship between mother and daughter. I hardly ever saw either of them after she left. I only ever saw mom when she would drop off Bella once a year during the summer. Gradually over the years Bella stopped coming to Washington, and had us visit her in California instead.

Once she stopped coming to Washington, we hardly see eye to eye now. She always has to have her way, even if it meant hurting dad and I. After she begin to hurt dad with her actions, I no longer tried to please her. She was my little sister but she was turning into a major stuck up bitch. She always had to disagree with everything I said and did.

What had almost completely destroyed our relationship was the time I overheard her complaining to mom over the phone. About how I always got what I wanted and that dad only paid attention to me because I was the daughter that got left behind with him. I then heard mom say to bear with it and when she got home she would get all the attention she wanted. After that I cut off any and all contact with her and our mother.

What they didn't understand was that when they left, dad was completely crushed by their departure. He wasn't able to function for a few weeks. Then all of sudden he pushed away his pain and focused on raising me and showing his love, even if he was a little awkward about it.

Now I have to leave this paradise and deal with a comatose Bella. I had been dreading this day since learning that dad wanted me to come home two weeks ago. I have been putting it off up until now. I have to get my shit together and head home.