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Dreams Vs. Reality	By : Nattles7193 Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 3206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephaine Meyers, Sookie Stackhouse series is Charlene Harris, and the show TrueBlood goes to Alan Ball. I own nothing and I am not making anything off of this story. This is just for fun :)

Chapter List
- 1-Dreams Vs. Reality
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A/N: Ok... so it's been a while. I have had a hell of a year, to put it briefly, shit hit the fan. Anyway, I am back :). First of all... This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own Twilight or TrueBlood/Sookie Stackhouse series. That is rightfully Stephanie Meyers and Charlene Harris and Alan Ball (Changes with the show). If I want an airport in the middle of a living room, it's going to happen. Secondly... This is a crossover story. I am mostly using the show for my changes (I've read the books and I love them, but I love the show and to me I can write using that better than the novels). Thirdly... I am a little shaky. It's been over a year or so since I have posted anything. Enjoy! (don't forget to review)
Side Note: This story will contain self-harm, may trigger some. Read at your own risk.
Self-harm is serious and should not be taken likely. I have been through it myself and continue to live with it everyday. Some of the things Bella does, is things I have done to make it through day by day. If you experience any of these and you want to cause harm to yourself or others, Please seek help! It can make a difference!
Prologue:

2012

All my fears came true. He’s gone. They’re...gone. I’m alone. He doesn’t love me? I get that I split blood, and Jasper tried to kill me, but I’m not angry. It was my fault! I was the one who clumsily opened the gift and gave myself a paper cut. What happened? You may ask. Honestly, I have no clue. One minute, we are happy and in love, the next, my vampire boyfriend brings me to the woods (and then leaves me in said woods) to tell me he and his family are leaving and doesn't love me. Who does that? After I came home and cried myself to sleep, I basically became a shell of myself. Yeah I know, “boo-hoo, your boyfriend dumped you, get over it. Unless you have gone through the pain of loss, you will have no idea how much this hurts. I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. I am plagued by my own nightmares consuming me whole. I can't eat, I don't socialize. Charlie attempted to ship me to Florida with mom but after I threw the biggest bitch fit since I was four, I won that argument pretty quickly.
A couple weeks later, I was home alone letting my thoughts consume me (Charlie was working the late night). It finally got to the point that without Ed-him, life has no meaning to me anymore. Deciding that I was ending my life to make the pain go away, I walk upstairs to our tiny full bathroom. I find a razor lying in Charlie's draw. Holding it up into the light, I can tell it's sharp, never used. The light made it shine, and for the first time in my life, the thought of my blood spilling excited me! (Wow, little Sweeney Todd-ish there Bella?) I held out my left wrist, holding the razor to my skin, I applied pressure. Gasping at the sharp pain, I quickly slide it down my forearm, allowing blood pour out of my body and onto the counter. I did the same to my other arm and set the razor down. Grasping the counter with both hands, I lean forward and look at my face in the mirror. Looking back at me was not the same 18 year old I once was. I can't recognize her. My hair is now dull, greasy, no longer holding any life. My eyes, haunted, no longer vibrant. My body, I use to have some curves, I loved them, I felt more woman than girl. Now, I look like a 10 year old boy with breasts. No wonder he left me, nobody would want this. I don't remember how long I stood there but the next thing I knew, Charlie was trying to break down the door to get to me. Later he would tell me that he was asking if I was OK and since there was no response his cop instincts kicked in. Once he broke the door down he took in the scene in front of him. I'm sure I looked like a mess. Dried blood down both arms, bloody razor on the counter, staring in the mirror. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what I was doing. He gathered me in his arms and rushed me into the car to get me to the emergency room. I was sobbing the entire time, telling him I was sorry, I explained my thoughts to him and how it was almost robotic like and the next thing I knew, he was there. Charlie never spoke a word, he listened and silently cried. Now, I am no Ed-DAMN IT HIM!!! However, I didn't need to read his mind to know that he was extremely worried about me.
When we got to the ER, I was put under a 24hour watch. They were scared I would try again. Hell, I was scared it would too. While there, I spoke to a couple doctors and a therapist. The therapist was probably the best thing that happened to me. She listened, responded, and for once... didn't judge me. She suggested that I kept a journal and write memories, how I feel, basically to calm myself down. So that is why I have started writing the beginning of my problems down. Nobody will judge me for my words here and for once, I find comfort.
So anyway, back to why I was writing today...
Charlie is still really nervous for me. I take my Prozac twice a day and write constantly as a distraction. I still have my quirks though. For example, I refuse/cannot say his name out loud or in writing. It has been know to start a panic attack. Another example, I still can't socialize well like I use too. I haven't talked to really anyone at school anymore. Not even Angela. She kind of deserted me once I had my first “freak out”. I don't really blame her, I wouldn't want to be in her shoes either. A couple nights ago Charlie and I were having dinner together (very rare anymore. Charlie works all the time. Being Chief of Police in this tiny town has to suck ass! But he never complains). While talking, he casually brings up moving me with my cousin in Bon Temps, Louisiana. I transcribed the conversation...
Charlie: Bella?
Me: Hmm?
Charlie: I know it been difficult for the past few months...
Me: *insert unattractive snort*
Charlie: *rolling eyes* ANYWAY! Is any of this helping you? You seem better, but still keep to yourself.
Me: Yeah Dad, it helps. I mean I don't want to off myself. Why?
Charlie: *Glares* Nice Bells. Well, the reason I am asking is because I have a proposition for you.
Me: I'm listening...
Charlie: Why don't you get away from here for a while? You just graduated, you need away from all this sadness that Forks is offering.
Me: Where?
Charlie: Well, you have your cousin in Bon Temps you can visit. I spoke to her and she said you are more than welcome.
Me: Bon Temps? Where the hell is Bon Temps?
Charlie: Watch the language! It's in Louisiana. You've been before when you were little. Sookie is excited to see you. She's a few years older than you.
Me: Can't I have time to think about this?
Charlie: Absolutely.
After that discussion I went upstairs and grabbed my laptop. Quickly pulling up Google, I searched for Bon Temps. Clicking the first link I could find, it pulls up history of Bon Temps. Apparently Vampires are slowly starting to “come out of the coffin” and have started in Louisiana. Interesting... Maybe he and his family moved there without worry. I could always search for them. I at least deserve a reasoning face to face.
Within the week I finally told Charlie of my decision. I'm moving in with my cousin Sookie. While Charlie made the necessary calls to make this happen and to let her know I was coming. I ran upstairs and started packing my things. Little did I know, this is just the beginning of my path towards Hell.

A/N: So... She's going to Bon Temps. What kinda trouble will Bella and Sookie get into??? I feel like I should warn you, I will go back and forth between reality/dream world/journal through the story, I will notate what the chapter will be at the beginning.
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Until next time,
Nattles :)
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