Isabella "Bella" Swan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _bella) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} labyrinth_rpg, |
Another day in Forks. The oppressive thought was the first thing to greet Bella Swan as her eyes fluttered open to take in the gray light filtering through her limp cotton curtains. She closed her eyes shut once more, hoping for a minute more of sleep, but the slight pattering of rain on the roof was better than any alarm clock, and so reluctantly she pushed herself up and out of bed. She brushed some of the sleep disheveled hair from her face and with a sigh, grabbed her bathroom things from the chair by her bed and made her way to the shower, preparing herself for another day. She only allowed herself a moment to idly ponder whether or not Edward Cullen would be back in school today, as she waited for the water to warm. The strange boy had been gone for a week now, and while no one else seemed to care, Bella couldn't rid herself of the nagging suspicion that his absence had something to do with her. She didn't dwell on this thought for too long though, and instead hurried through her shower, brushing her teeth and dressing in jeans, a simple white long-sleeve shirt and brown sweater that was newly added to her wardrobe; distracting herself from thoughts of the approaching day.
When she'd ventured downstairs it became clear that Charlie had already left for work at the station, and so the rest of her morning preparations were done in silence, moving quietly around their small two bedroom house until she had nothing left to do but leave for school. With a sigh she heaved her backpack onto her shoulder, slipped on her waterproof boots, and stepped outside onto her dry front porch--the last frontier before she was forced into yet another wet day in Forks. She watched her feet as she exited the house, turning to close and lock the door behind her before she moved to make the careful mad dash to her truck. She was stopped before she could even take one step. Outside her front porch wasn't the lush green landscape she expected--outside was hot dry sand. She gasped, her expressive brown eyes going wide in a mixture of fear and shock. She turned immediately, unlocking her door to move inside, but when she got it open the only thing that greeted her was a sharp drop and more sand. Unprepared for this change, she found herself unsteady and tumbled forward, down onto the sun baked sand below. She let out a startled "oomph" and clutched a hand to her head, trying to steady it. What on earth was going on? This wasn't possible! She turned, pushing herself upright and her house was gone. Instead there was nothing but an open view and a city laid out before her. Had that been there before? She wondered. She wasn't sure, but it was there now, and she wanted nothing more than to get there before it too disappeared. Her heart beat quickly, and she couldn't seem to catch her breath--she knew that if she didn't find out what was going on soon, the fear and shock alone would probably give her a heart attack.
She clung to her backpack as she stood, not wanting to lose anything else and started toward the city before her. She had been moving carefully, picking her footing as quickly as her clumsy feet could handle when she spotted someone. No...not someone...something. It wasn't a person, that was for sure... it was too low to the ground and it's skin was too dark. It looked misshapen. She felt a thrill run through her and she shook her head no. Turning then and without thinking, she ran moving toward the city but away from the creature. Her journey was full of trips and falls, by the time she neared the wall enough to notice an actual human being, her knees were colored with dust and her palms were scuffed from the sand.
She slowed gratefully as she neared the person, her chest heaving from the unfamiliar effort. She didn't want to startle the person, and she wasn't sure that they were any safer than the creature she'd run from. For all she knew they were part of what was going on, but at the moment they were her best option. She gripped onto the strap of her backpack, trying to look clam, though she knew her expressive features would give her away as per usual--her mother always said she was an open book. "Umm... hello?" She called out, trying to be heard by the boy, but not garner anymore attention than was necessary.