Twilight: Thalia Grace Swan

Chapter 1 | First Sight

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, Samantha Rose Baldwin slowly blinked her eyes open, her mind foggy with confusion. She tried to sit up in bed, but something felt different. The room around her was unfamiliar, casting a strange glow upon her surroundings. She looked on the desk and found an iPhone sitting there. She picked it up and was able to get in without a passcode. Glancing through the Snapchat on the phone, she found at least 200 unopened snaps from 4 days ago. Curiosity piqued, she then opened the Instagram account, only to discover that the girl, Thalia Swan, had 50.4 million followers and 5,000 photos, all verified. "Dang, this girl is famous," thought Samantha.

Her heart quickened as she realized she was not in her own room. Panic began to rise within her until a voice, so achingly familiar, echoed through her mind.

"Thalia? Are you awake?" asked a girl who opened the door.

"I'm awake," I replied, meeting Isabella Marie Swan's gaze as she entered the room. Caught off guard by her sudden appearance, I hesitated for a moment before responding to her inquiry. "Thalia, are you okay?" she asked, her concern evident in her voice. "You seem... different, confused," Bella continued. "I'm fine, just tired," I reassured her, attempting to mask my disorientation.

"Well, you better hurry," Bella urged, her tone tinged with urgency. "Mom is going to take us to the airport in a few hours." Confusion clouded my mind as I struggled to grasp the situation. "Where are we going?" I inquired, searching for clarity amidst the chaos. "Don't you remember? We're going to Forks, Washington, to live with our dad, Charlie," Bella reminded me gently. "Oh, yeah, I remember," I murmured, attempting to piece together the fragments of my fragmented memory.

"Um, Bella?" I interjected tentatively. "Yes?" she replied, her attention fully on me. "What day is it?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. "Well, it's Friday, March 15, 2004," Bella responded promptly. "Why do you ask?" she added, curiosity coloring her words. "Um, I was just wondering," I replied vaguely, my mind racing with unanswered questions and unspoken fears.

My mother drove me and Bella to the airport with the windows rolled down, and the hot sun shining on our faces. Samantha's mind raced as she tried to make sense of her situation. Was this some kind of dream? Or had she somehow been transported into another person's life? The questions swirled in her mind as she listened to the familiar words of Bella Swan's narrative echoing in her head.

As they made their way to the airport, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. Every passing moment only served to deepen her sense of disorientation. She tried to focus on the details of Thalia's life, on the memories and experiences that seemed to flood her mind unbidden.

But despite her efforts, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't belong here. That she was an outsider, a stranger in a world that was not her own. And as they boarded the plane bound for Forks, Washington, Samantha couldn't help but wonder what awaited her in this strange new town.

The flight passed in a blur of anxiety and uncertainty. Samantha's thoughts were consumed by the mystery of her situation, by the questions that had no easy answers. She tried to push aside her fears, to focus on the practicalities of her new life in Forks.

But as they landed in Port Angeles and made their way to Charlie's house, Samantha couldn't ignore the sense of foreboding that hung in the air. Forks may have been her new home, but it was a place shrouded in secrets and shadows.

As they pulled up to the familiar house on the street, Samantha's heart sank. This was her new reality, her new life as Thalia Swan. And as she stepped out of the car and into the rain-soaked streets of Forks, Samantha couldn't help but wonder what other surprises awaited her in this strange new world.

The rain fell softly, casting a somber mood over the already mysterious town of Forks. Samantha's steps felt heavy as she followed Thalia's familiar path to the front door of Charlie's house. Each creak of the wooden porch echoed in her ears, a reminder of the uncertainty that lay ahead.

As the door swung open, Samantha was greeted by the warmth of Charlie's smile. "Welcome home, Bella and Thalia," he said, his voice tinged with both familiarity and a hint of apprehension. Samantha forced a smile in return, trying to mimic the ease with which Thalia seemed to navigate her life.

Inside, the house felt both foreign and strangely comforting. Pictures adorned the walls, capturing moments from Thalia's past that Samantha had only just begun to piece together. Each frame seemed to hold a story, a piece of the puzzle that was her new identity.

As the evening wore on, Samantha found herself lost in thought, her mind drifting back to the unanswered questions that plagued her. Who was she really? And what had happened to the girl whose life she now inhabited?

But amidst the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, in this strange new world, Samantha would find the answers she sought. Perhaps, in embracing Thalia's life, she would discover a truth greater than she could have ever imagined.

As the night deepened, Samantha's restlessness grew. She lay in bed, surrounded by the unfamiliarity of Thalia's room, staring up at the ceiling as if it held the answers she sought. The rhythmic patter of rain against the windowpane only added to her sense of isolation.

Images flashed through her mind: snippets of conversations, glimpses of Thalia's past, fragments of memories that felt both foreign and strangely intimate. Each one was a piece of the puzzle, a clue waiting to be unraveled.

But as Samantha closed her eyes, exhaustion finally began to weigh heavy on her. Sleep enveloped her in its embrace, carrying her into a realm where reality and dreams intertwined.

~Dream~
In her dreams, she wandered through the mist-shrouded forests of Forks, guided by an unseen hand. Shadows danced at the edge of her vision, whispering secrets she couldn't quite grasp, and somewhere in the depths of her subconscious, a voice called out to her, beckoning her closer.
~End~

When Samantha awoke the next morning, the world outside was cloaked in a blanket of fog. But despite the dreary weather, a sense of determination burned within her. She would unravel the mystery of her existence, she vowed, piece by piece, until the truth lay bare before her.

With a newfound resolve, Samantha rose from bed and stepped out into the murky dawn. Whatever lay ahead, she was ready to face it head-on, armed with nothing but her own determination and the faint glimmer of hope that burned within her heart.