Bella's Point Of View

That night I dreamt. A stony, icy hand was stroking my face lovingly, but ever so carefully as though afraid of making too much contact with me. This faded quickly and I could see mountains racing past me – it was dark and extremely frosty. This again disappeared and there was a beautiful bird on the other side of an oversized glass window – it pecked at the ground and snapped up a worm. I sat bolt upright dripping in cold sweat. I felt strangely unnerved and debated about going downstairs for some water then decided against it, turned over a drifted back to sleep. This time I was lying in a field and there was a tingling feeling in my right arm, someone was stroking my face – it was Edward. He was touching my face with one hand but holding the bird, with the worm in its mouth, from my previous dream with the other hand. He put the unusual pair down on the ground. Neither tried to escape. The bird opened its beak and let the worm fall into the grass at its feet. Both remained motionless. My arm started to tingle and I awoke in the daylight that was streaming through the gap in the curtains. I realised why my arm felt weird – I had been lying on it all night and now it was completely numb. I reached for my alarm clock to see what the time was, but it was not in exactly the same place as it always was, it was a bit further away. My CD, which I distinctly remember falling off my desk was now on top of my CD player, how odd.

Charlie wouldn’t allow me permission to attend school for the next two days, but let me return Friday, only on with the grounds that I would go straight to the nurse if I felt at all unwell. However he also insisted that he took me there, I only accepted because my truck was still at school.

I watched my body survive Friday whilst my mind puzzled over a restless night.

“Bella!” Angela shook me weakly.

“Yes?” I answered.

“Yes you’ll come?” Jessica asked looking pleasantly surprised.

“Where?” Jessica looked at me as though I were completely mad.

“Haven’t you listened to a word?” she said incredulously “La Push beach! We’re all going down there next Saturday. Please Bells it’ll be fun.”

“Thanks, but I’ve got loads of work to do, so not tomorrow but next time. For sure.” They looked disappointed but in unison started making plans excitedly. I couldn’t stand a whole day at the beach in October in the wettest place in this country.

That morning I had noticed a red convertible parked where the Volvo usually was, it even gleamed under the black clouds. Again I saw the Cullens enter the cafeteria as I had my second day – and again there were only four.

After their trip to La Push, Jessica phoned me and rambled on for hours about how much fun they all had and how they met some of the local boys. She reckoned that some of them were better looking than the boys in Forks – which isn’t hard to believe. I only had one boy on my mind, one which I had never spoken to, One which didn’t even know I existed except as the useless girl who through chemicals up his arm.

A couple of weeks vanished quite quickly, but everyday was impossibly slow. It felt I was just waiting for something to happen. Maybe I was? I kept looking out for Edward, but he didn’t show up and my obsession with the Cullens just grew by the moment – there was something different and unique about them all. Then out of the blue one day they showed up at lunch – and this time there were five.