The Lake House
Edward is gone, and Charlie wants Bella, him, and Bella's grandparents to have some fun at her grandparent's lakehouse. But Bella has a past at this place... and it's an eerie one. One that was never spoken of until now... *One-Shot*
I had to write this for English, but I thought it would kind of fit Bella if she had committed suicide, which she could have if Jacob hadn't been around. ^^
1. Chapter 1
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This was crazy. Impossible. Never in a million years would I go of my own free will. But Charlie was forcing me to go with him… to my grandparent’s lake house. I had told him time and time again that I would never set foot in the cursed waters that haunted my memory. Because, a long time ago, I had gone in those waters, then I felt something swiftly slither past my leg, like a ghost. Its presence was gone immediately. My mind had run into overdrive survival mode, and I had run out of the lake screaming. My grandparents had said it was just my imagination, but I knew better. And now we were going back. I had no idea what it was in there, and that’s what scared me the most. Ed- he wouldn't approve. But what did I care? He wasn't here anymore anyway.
It took two long hours of a car ride to get to the house. I was shaking visibly and the tremors moved up and down my spine, chilling me to the bone. It was time. We walked out of the car and said hello to my uncharacteristically kind grandparents. They both pinched my cheek. I hated that. But I had bigger worries, like the upcoming swim fest in their back yard.
I had tried to leave my swimsuit back at the house to have an excuse… but Charlie had remembered to bring it at the last second. So here I was, at the lake house and staring past my family at the fog covered lake. It was a deep blue green, and it didn’t have any luster. There were mature Willow trees surrounding the property, including part of the lake. The house itself seemed harmless- it had brown bricks all around, and unrealistic landscaping around the edges of the area. But I knew better. That house was dangerous and unfriendly.
We unpacked all of our items from the truck and got settled in the guest rooms- dad taking the Queen bed, and me in another room completely on a twin bed.
My Grandparents had decided that since it had rained earlier, it would be better that we all rest tonight and swim tomorrow. They fed us dinner and went to sleep.
I couldn’t fall asleep, however, because my mind was controlled by the fact that we were going to swim in that haunted lake tomorrow. Tomorrow! And I wasn’t ready. I never would be ready. What if that lake had something… supernatural in it? I had had enough supernatural in my life. What if there were something that would pull me to the bottom- suck me up? What if that something was… deadly?
It was impossible not to think about the lake today. For some reason, it had a… magnetic pull to me. Something crazy, but it attracted my attention like a magnet. I would notice how a bird would land on a log on the shore and watch as fish swam by. It was almost as if I were… apart of the lake.
But that was impossible as well.
I looked up at the shining sun, lighting the ground and smothering the world with its heat. I was going crazy, insane, thinking about the lake. So much so that I couldn't even think of... him. It had a connection to me. Its light glinted off the water, creating sparkles on the shore.
I saw a dark cloud in the distance, looming, threatening to come to our party and crash it. I willed it to. I wanted it to come and rain on their parade, so we could go home and I would never have to remember this accursed lake.
But it turned and headed the other direction. I sighed, claiming my defeat in misery. I went pulled on my unused, too tight purple swimsuit. I pulled the swim cap onto my head, hating every minute of pushing up my hair into the thing. It was very annoying.
I glanced once more in the mirror before I headed out to face my doom. I looked hideous; my swim cap making little wrinkles on my forehead, my swimsuit too tight, making red marks where the straps were. I wanted to go home.
I met my dad out by the lake where he was chatting with my grandparents about me as if I wasn’t there at all.
“Oh yes, she’s such a great little student.” They would say, or “Oh, she’s not doing so well socially though...” I listened to them collaborate as I made my way down to the shore. My blood was adrenaline spiked, rushing through my veins like a river that was about to overflow. My heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, crashing in my chest. It seemed impossible that my grandparents couldn’t hear it.
My toes were on the edge. I was prepared to walk in, and I felt as strong as ever, my eyes focused on the center of the lake. Suddenly, everything in the world was tuned out, and all I could hear was the thudding of my throbbing heartbeat.
I could sense something under the lake’s surface, looming at the top, trying to catch my eye. Then I saw him, his golden eye, and the size of my head. And I didn’t make a conscious decision then. My feet did it for me in an out of body moment. My eyes were locked on the flickering image of the thing. And I couldn’t think of anything else. Instinct was telling me to run, get out of there. But my feet thought otherwise. I took one deep breath before I hit the surface of the water, and I never resurfaced.