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Bella is about to jump. She is about to leave it all behind. But she can't do it. So she runs. But, she runs into somebody who wants her dead. And, in a way, does kill her. Years later Bella is a gymnast. What happens when her "sisters" from the past become gymnastics lovers? Will Bella reunite with her past family?
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1. Chapter 1 Almost Death
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There I stood looking over the edge of that cliff that would soon be the death of me. I had no reason to live anymore. He was gone, and he wasn't coming back.
My shoes were lying on the ground next to my feet alongside my long-sleeved t-shirt. So, I was left only in my flimsy tank top and jeans, shivering in the cold, blowing wind.
Ok Bella, I told myself, just jump; all this misery will go away. But I couldn't. It would kill Charlie. I didn't care about Jacob. He didn't understand how I felt and that my heart would never be his. I didn't even like him; he was just a dumb dog. I would never be able to be his friend if he kept hitting on me.
I kept telling myself that this wasn't right and that it was just because I wanted something to do. But somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that I wanted to die. And I did. Life just wasn't worth living.
I slowly back away from the cliffs edge, far enough to get a running start. As I backed up I tripped over a rock and landed on the soft grass with a thump. "Damn," I said as I got back to my feet. I backed up some more until I reached the line of trees that started the forest.
I took a deep breath and sprinted forward. I was careful not to trip over the same rock I had fallen over before. As I ran I felt the wind in my hair and on my face. Blowing before, harsh and forceful now. I neared the edge of the cliff. Twenty feet. Fifteen feet. Ten feet. Five feet. I came to halting stop. ' God!' I thought. 'What are you doing!? Jump, God dammit!'
But I had to keep living...for Charlie. But I can't keep living like this. No I won't.
And so I ran. I ran away from it all, everything. It hurt to run. Rocks were hurting my bare feet and tree branches scraped at my arms and face and pulled at my hair. It seemed like I was running faster than I had ever run before. It reminded me of when he used to carry me on his back and we would soar through the forest together. I would never be as fast as him. Never. But I kept running. Running away from my almost death…or maybe not.
I continued to run - stumble, really. I had no idea where I was going but knew I was leaving.
Then I ran into something as hard as stone. Something with flaming red hair. Something that let out an evil cackle then bit onto my neck. Then the fire started. It indulged me and I felt like I was swimming in lava. 'Well, you wanted to die, didn't you?' I bit down on my tongue to hold in a scream. It didn't work. I screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
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