Chapter One: Und wir sind dann Helden

Chapter 1: "Und wir sind dann Helden" ~Helden by Apocoliptica (And we are then Hero's)

I used to wake up every morning and dread the second I would have to open my bedroom door and walk to the kitchen. I hated it. I always got dressed slowly, spent extra time brushing my teeth twice, or putting my long dark hair up. I was never the first one in the kitchen, and I was always the first to leave it. I used to dread finding out who I was really spending my day with; and the kitchen is where I met them for the first time each morning.

Some parts of my life weren't awful. Like my twin sister Rosalie. We were opposites in every way. She was blond, I was brunette. She was graceful, I trip over air. She was beautiful, I was plain. She was pure, and innocent, I was not. We always got along well, but inside the house we weren't aloud to talk. Well to clarify, I wasn't aloud to talk. If I broke any one of my rules I would be punished. It would be a 'Go to your room' kind of punishment either. It would end with me crying, and trying to stay quiet so Rose wouldn't hear anything. I hate thinking about what Rose had heard come from HIS room. I hate to think about it at all.

Now for the past 2 weeks I have been awoken to many nice and wonderful things. Like the smell of Rose making breakfast, or the sound of rain on my windows. I loved waking up... well okay; I liked the way I was woken up, not the actual getting out of bed part.

"Bella!" I heard Rose call from outside my door. I never understood why she waited outside the door, I always left it open since we moved to Forks a few weeks ago. I didn't want to feel trapped inside. Maybe she didn't come in until I asked her to because she wanted to give me space? Rose and I moved here after we turned 18. I loved it here. It was so green and beautiful. It rained all the time and I had made a habit of putting on my coat and walking through the woods by our new house.

"Bella, come on! You are not staying in bed all day today! It's nearly noon! We have to go get the rest of what we need for our very LAST year of High School!" Rose rambled on and I tuned her out as I walked to my dresser and put on jeans and a hoodie. I slipped my feet into my chucks, and was headed to the living room. When I stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, like I did every other day, I took a deep breath and told myself it was safe here.

"Bella." Rose said turning to face me from the kitchen, which I had still failed to enter. I liked this kitchen, it was cute and country like. It was small, but had enough room for our little table. I really like it. It still scared the shit out of me.

"Rosie, I'm sorry I just...." I stepped over the threshold and sat in the closest chair to the doorway. She didn't fail to notice.

"Bella, are you sure about this? About starting school now? We just left A..." She froze when I glared at her.

"I am sure about school Rose. I think it will be good for me to get out there and be normal. If it's to much to handle we can TALK about other options." I allowed the last part because Rose has been very Mother-Hen the past few months. I liked it, and I hated it. But I loved Rose so it didn't really matter.

We went to the supermarket and bought food. Real food, which Rose told me I had to teach her to cook. We also bought a huge amount of school supplies, and way to much junk we didn't need. But hey, we are impulsive Teens who live on their own... What did you expect? Prune Juice and Fiber supplements?

We got to the check-out counter, and Rose froze with a blank look on her face. If I hadn't already seen the guy behind the counter I'd have been worried. I just pulled on the front of the cart and began unloading it onto the conveyer belt for the check-out-hottie that had Rosalie still standing two feet from the cart arms up in the air like she was still holding it. I laughed and looked at her and said "Rosie, babe, you got a little bit of drool on your shoes."

She got mock angry and hit my arm. She pulled herself away from me quickly, but no longer in a playful way. She knew what was coming. I know I had tears welling up in my eyes, and I knew Rose didn't mean it. I saw the fear cross her features, as I knew anger flashed through mine. I couldn't hold back the monster, and I felt sick inside for feeling this way toward the only person who had ever helped me. I knew I was flying toward her, and getting my fists ready to fight for my life, but I felt like an innocent bystander who didn't understand what was happening. Somewhere in my head I remember yelling 'It was only fun!' and 'She was playing, she didn't really hit me!'

I felt myself land on Rose, and I felt my right fist pull back. I knew it would swing forward and hit her. I felt the tears in my eyes running down my face. I closed my eyes so that I didn't see her blue eyes filled with understanding and pity as I readied myself for the blow. When my eyes closed I felt my body being pulled backwards. I fought to go limp. I knew it was harder to drag a limp body. But the arms that wrapped around me held me up. I felt a mans chest press against my back and his face come up beside my ear. I could feel his breath coming in slow calm steady intervals. Then a velvet voice came from the face by my ear.

"Shhhh. It's okay. You're okay. Breathe, please. Shhhh." The smooth voice continued to comfort me. Whispering calming things to me? Wasn't I the attacker in this situation? I worked hard to do what the voice asked. I stilled, and took deep breaths to match the person holding me. He noticed and started to take larger breathes to calm me faster.

Rosalie screaming made my eyes snap open and search for her. The check-out guy was holding her keeping her from getting near me, and she was not happy about it. I met her eyes and gave her a nod to tell her that I was okay. She nodded back saying the same. She stopped fighting then and looked at the check-out guy and spoke to him in most likely a sensible manner... well more sensible then screaming at him and running back toward the crazy girl who just tried to beat the shit out of her.

The check out guy was big. He wasn't fat, but he had a lot, and I mean a LOT, of muscles. He was tall too. Maybe 6' 4''. His hair was short and dark, but you could just see that it would curl if he'd let it go a little.. He had a soft face. Very child-like... So he was just a really big toddler.

"My brother, Emmet." My velvety voice said in my ear. He must have seen me looking over the newly named Emmet. Wait... MY velvety voice? I stopped thinking about it when he spoke again. "I take it the blond belongs to you?"

I giggled and nodded. He stood and helped me up. I swayed slightly and his strong hands grabbed my arms again. It should have scared me, but it didn't. I looked over this boy and gave the voice a face, and a damn nice one at that. I also gave the voice a body to die for and a name. "I'm Edward Cullen. I'm sorry I had to..." He trailed off. He had a knowing look in his eyes though.

"Sorry, umm thank you. For that." I stammered "I'm Isabella Swan. Rose calls me Bella though. That's Rosalie, my twin sister."

***

After some small talk, and fare-the-wells, that included we'll see you at school tomorrows, Rose and I were back at the house wrapped in our own blankets, sitting at opposite ends of the couch eating separate tubs of Ben and Jerry's. I had Whirled Peace, and Rose had Chunky-Monkey. I knew we got the Ice Cream because it was Sunday. Sunday Nights I always have to talk about... Him. It was one of Roses only rules. We had sat down and made rules for the house.