Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Horizons ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: writingonthewalls18 
"Trees. Lots and lots of trees. But that wasn't the bizarre part. It was what I saw on the trees. I could see the bark on every single tree, as though I were standing right by it. I could see the edge of every leaf, every tiny insect crawling on its surface."
Non Anime: Twilight Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Fantasy | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 06.03.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 742 | Status: Work In Progress
"Trees. Lots and lots of trees. But that wasn't the bizarre part. It was what I saw on the trees. I could see the bark on every single tree, as though I were standing right by it. I could see the edge of every leaf, every tiny insect crawling on its surface."
Non Anime: Twilight Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Fantasy | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 06.03.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 742 | Status: Work In Progress
Ugh.
The sun was beating mercilessly onto my eyelids. I squeezed them tight before opening them. I blinked several times, though it felt like I didn't need to blink. At all.
O-kay.
My eyes adjusted rapidly to take in my surroundings.
Trees.
Lots and lots of trees.
But that wasn't the bizarre part. It was what I saw on the trees. I could see the bark on every single tree, as though I were standing right by it. I could see the edge of every leaf, every tiny insect crawling on its surface.
Oh. My. God.
Did someone drug my drink last night? I swear I didn't leave it alone; I'd
persuaded my friend to watch it while I visited the bathroom.
The bathroom.
I know I went there. But... That's the last thing I remember. I closed my eyes,
searching my memories. But they were hard to see. My last memories were murky, clouded as if I was watching television with bad reception. My eyes snapped open. My cell phone. Maybe I could call one of my friends. I scanned the ground, my eyes moving more rapidly than imaginable. My eyes eventually fell on my phone, several feet away at the base of a tree.
I made to pick it up; the minute I thought about it, I was by the tree and the phone was in my hand. I clicked its lock button to bring up my screen. I stared in horror at the screen. It was dated three days later. This couldn’t be. What kind of drug knocks someone out for three days?! I slid my thumb over the screen to unlock my phone. I quickly pulled up one of my friends’ contact information. I pressed the number to dial it, but a sharp beep sounded. I glanced at the screed; Call Dropped. I spared the bars at the top of the phone a glance. No signal. I sighed, wondering if I could pull up my maps at least. I tapped the app and typed in ‘Current Location’. I waited. And waited. Finally, a little pinpoint came up flashing Forks, Washington.
What?
&nbs p;I glanced around, hoping to see some sort of indication of where exactly in Forks I was. Only thing I ever heard about Forks was it had a near-constant rainy season. Whatever. I started out going Northeast, headed nowhere in particular. I hoped I’d come across a house or town and find a way out of Forks. After nearly a half hour of walking, I still felt energetic and vital as if I had just started out. Odd. As I continued, I could see an odd shape in the distance. I blinked (still no need apparently) and squinted slightly. It looked like some sort of stone house. I approached it slowly so as to not alarm its tenant(s). I drew closer and to my surprise, I saw no lights or activity in the dwelling to indicate anyone was home.
Rounding the house to find the front, I stopped and stared. Just less than half a mile away laid a large white house with picture windows reflecting the forest. I checked my phone; it was just past noon on Saturday. There was a possibility that someone might be home although it was a weekend and they could be on a trip. I shrugged, having nothing to lose. I circled the house, keeping close to the tree line in case I needed to hide. I finally found the front of the house and walked up to the porch. Or flew. I’m not sure; whatever happened to me had me strung out and not thinking correctly. Anyway. I raised a finger and pressed the doorbell. I could hear it chime deep in the recesses of the house. It wasn’t loud but I guess the person or persons had good hearing. After only a moment, the door swung inward, revealing a young, bronze-haired girl with large, soft curls hanging down her back. She had milk-chocolate colored eyes and looked to be at least ten. “Hello,” I said, smiling. “Is your mother or father home?” My voice sounded like wind chimes in a gentle spring breeze. What the hell is wrong with me? The girl turned her head and called, “Mom!” in a gentle voice. Though she wasn’t loud, it sound clear and close to me. I heard slow, deliberate steps as someone came through the living room and to the foyer. The door was pulled open wider. “Hello, can I help you?” a bell-like voice trilled to me. I swung my eyes up from the girl’s face to meet the new voice’s eyes. Hers were a golden color; was she wearing contacts? She didn’t appear to be much older than me. As soon as she registered my appearance, the young woman’s eyes widened slightly and she clapped a hand to the girl’s shoulder and drew her behind her slim figure with a slight gasp. I could feel the confusion cross my face. I watched the young woman’s fingers twitch on the door as if itching to slam it in my face. Suddenly, a pair of hands had yanked my arms behind my back and lifted me easily from the porch. I’m slightly heavier than the young woman but these hands lifted me like I weighed nothing. Without zero warning, I was blazing through the side of the yard at a fast speed, then on my knees. Another pair of hands joined the first set, only they rested on my head; one under my chin and the other against the back of my head.
I was terrified. Were these people going to kill me? I looked up from the grass to find a small group of people staring unblinkingly at me. Two of them were blonde, two brunettes, one with black, spiky hair and one with bronze-colored hair, matching the curious girl sandwiched between the brunette and him. The male blonde stepped forward. He looked like a movie-star of some sort. Despite the situation we were in, he smiled warmly as if I were an old friend. “Hello. I am Carlisle Cullen. This is my family. My wife Esme,” (he pointed to the brunette just behind him), “Bella and Edward with their daughter Renesmee,” (he nodded toward the three); “Rosalie,” (the other blonde) “and the two holding you are Emmett and Jasper. We’re the Cullen Family. Perhaps you have heard of us?” I shook my head. “She’s not lying,” murmured a voice. I turned my head as much as I could to see that the one named Edward. He’d stepped forward to stand by Carlisle. The spiky-haired Alice stepped forward as well. “Carlisle, let me-” Edward shook his head.
“No, Alice. She needs to speak for herself. She could be a very well-trained liar. Her mind is confused as it is; it could really hinder you, Alice” Edward said, not looking at her. I felt Emmett and Jasper tighten the grips on me. Carlisle took one more step forward. “We’re going to ask you some questions, dear, or… We’ll kill you.”
The sun was beating mercilessly onto my eyelids. I squeezed them tight before opening them. I blinked several times, though it felt like I didn't need to blink. At all.
O-kay.
My eyes adjusted rapidly to take in my surroundings.
Trees.
Lots and lots of trees.
But that wasn't the bizarre part. It was what I saw on the trees. I could see the bark on every single tree, as though I were standing right by it. I could see the edge of every leaf, every tiny insect crawling on its surface.
Oh. My. God.
Did someone drug my drink last night? I swear I didn't leave it alone; I'd
persuaded my friend to watch it while I visited the bathroom.
The bathroom.
I know I went there. But... That's the last thing I remember. I closed my eyes,
searching my memories. But they were hard to see. My last memories were murky, clouded as if I was watching television with bad reception. My eyes snapped open. My cell phone. Maybe I could call one of my friends. I scanned the ground, my eyes moving more rapidly than imaginable. My eyes eventually fell on my phone, several feet away at the base of a tree.
I made to pick it up; the minute I thought about it, I was by the tree and the phone was in my hand. I clicked its lock button to bring up my screen. I stared in horror at the screen. It was dated three days later. This couldn’t be. What kind of drug knocks someone out for three days?! I slid my thumb over the screen to unlock my phone. I quickly pulled up one of my friends’ contact information. I pressed the number to dial it, but a sharp beep sounded. I glanced at the screed; Call Dropped. I spared the bars at the top of the phone a glance. No signal. I sighed, wondering if I could pull up my maps at least. I tapped the app and typed in ‘Current Location’. I waited. And waited. Finally, a little pinpoint came up flashing Forks, Washington.
What?
&nbs p;I glanced around, hoping to see some sort of indication of where exactly in Forks I was. Only thing I ever heard about Forks was it had a near-constant rainy season. Whatever. I started out going Northeast, headed nowhere in particular. I hoped I’d come across a house or town and find a way out of Forks. After nearly a half hour of walking, I still felt energetic and vital as if I had just started out. Odd. As I continued, I could see an odd shape in the distance. I blinked (still no need apparently) and squinted slightly. It looked like some sort of stone house. I approached it slowly so as to not alarm its tenant(s). I drew closer and to my surprise, I saw no lights or activity in the dwelling to indicate anyone was home.
Rounding the house to find the front, I stopped and stared. Just less than half a mile away laid a large white house with picture windows reflecting the forest. I checked my phone; it was just past noon on Saturday. There was a possibility that someone might be home although it was a weekend and they could be on a trip. I shrugged, having nothing to lose. I circled the house, keeping close to the tree line in case I needed to hide. I finally found the front of the house and walked up to the porch. Or flew. I’m not sure; whatever happened to me had me strung out and not thinking correctly. Anyway. I raised a finger and pressed the doorbell. I could hear it chime deep in the recesses of the house. It wasn’t loud but I guess the person or persons had good hearing. After only a moment, the door swung inward, revealing a young, bronze-haired girl with large, soft curls hanging down her back. She had milk-chocolate colored eyes and looked to be at least ten. “Hello,” I said, smiling. “Is your mother or father home?” My voice sounded like wind chimes in a gentle spring breeze. What the hell is wrong with me? The girl turned her head and called, “Mom!” in a gentle voice. Though she wasn’t loud, it sound clear and close to me. I heard slow, deliberate steps as someone came through the living room and to the foyer. The door was pulled open wider. “Hello, can I help you?” a bell-like voice trilled to me. I swung my eyes up from the girl’s face to meet the new voice’s eyes. Hers were a golden color; was she wearing contacts? She didn’t appear to be much older than me. As soon as she registered my appearance, the young woman’s eyes widened slightly and she clapped a hand to the girl’s shoulder and drew her behind her slim figure with a slight gasp. I could feel the confusion cross my face. I watched the young woman’s fingers twitch on the door as if itching to slam it in my face. Suddenly, a pair of hands had yanked my arms behind my back and lifted me easily from the porch. I’m slightly heavier than the young woman but these hands lifted me like I weighed nothing. Without zero warning, I was blazing through the side of the yard at a fast speed, then on my knees. Another pair of hands joined the first set, only they rested on my head; one under my chin and the other against the back of my head.
I was terrified. Were these people going to kill me? I looked up from the grass to find a small group of people staring unblinkingly at me. Two of them were blonde, two brunettes, one with black, spiky hair and one with bronze-colored hair, matching the curious girl sandwiched between the brunette and him. The male blonde stepped forward. He looked like a movie-star of some sort. Despite the situation we were in, he smiled warmly as if I were an old friend. “Hello. I am Carlisle Cullen. This is my family. My wife Esme,” (he pointed to the brunette just behind him), “Bella and Edward with their daughter Renesmee,” (he nodded toward the three); “Rosalie,” (the other blonde) “and the two holding you are Emmett and Jasper. We’re the Cullen Family. Perhaps you have heard of us?” I shook my head. “She’s not lying,” murmured a voice. I turned my head as much as I could to see that the one named Edward. He’d stepped forward to stand by Carlisle. The spiky-haired Alice stepped forward as well. “Carlisle, let me-” Edward shook his head.
“No, Alice. She needs to speak for herself. She could be a very well-trained liar. Her mind is confused as it is; it could really hinder you, Alice” Edward said, not looking at her. I felt Emmett and Jasper tighten the grips on me. Carlisle took one more step forward. “We’re going to ask you some questions, dear, or… We’ll kill you.”