Authors Note: I do not own Twilight it belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I just like to write what isn't there :)

Chapter One: A Change?

Have you ever wished you were someone else? Spent days imaging what it would be like? What would have happened if your parents never met? Would you still be born but different? Different looks, different personality, different goals, different experiences, and hopefully very different memories. I have. Just about everyday I wish my life had turned out different. Now don't get me wrong I am grateful for everything I have but at the same time I wonder what COULD have been. If my father never went crazy? If my mom never got to courage to stand up for herself? If the years of abuse had never happened? These questions are forever in my head with no where to go and no way of ever finding out the answers. I wish so hard sometimes that things could have been happy, we were happy at one point, or so I thought. It seems now like such a distant memory, like something you once heard about or read in the paper, but it's real and resurfaces at the worst possible time. When you are at your weakest, when you need that shoulder to cry on and no ones there, when you feel totally alone. That's when you remember the memories, the ones you've kept hidden in a vault for no one to see. They come back to you as soon as your guard is down.

I knew we had to move but it was so hard to leave my friends. They were the kids I started school with. We went through everything together. From learning how to tie our shoes to Sex Ed from the principal. They were people I would share happy childhood memories with forever, the closest thing I knew to siblings. They were always there. Going through school there was always those few kids who would show up halfway through the year and you could barely remember who they were when looking back at old pictures. Some would stay or some would move again and start over somewhere else.

I never really thought I would be one of those people. No ones parents had ever gotten a divorce; this is back when you didn't really hear about divorce unless you were reading the magazines on the selves standing in line at the grocery store. You never heard of parents fighting or parents cheating. We all came from happy families but oh how things look wonderful on the outside looking in.

I realized things were changing when my parents started fighting. They would try to wait until they thought I was asleep and it would have worked if it wasn't for my fathers' explosive temper. I would hear the crash of something being broken and awakened I would be, up to defend my mom anyway I could. I know now that only being 13 at the time, I never should have been put in the situations I was. I was a protector, I was born to protect my mother and that's what I would do. My early teenage life was horrible. Imagine normal teen-hood with the added bonus of physiological abuse at home with failing grades at school caused by spotty attendance due to too many nights awake fighting.

But now things would be different, I would be a different person. A person who didn't show fear. A person who wouldn't be hurt again. Things would change, moving to Forks would be a big change but it would be the change we needed for everything to be okay for once. Together my mother and I would be just fine. I just knew it.

Thanks for reading. I'm new at this writing stuff so sorry if it sucks lol :) review if you want :)