Okay, here's my new story. Hope you like it. I'd love any and all comments and/or criticism. Read on and I really hope you enjoy. By the way, if you know the song used, I love you, no one ever has heard of my music. x)

DISCLAIMER: I'm saying this once to cover my whole story. Don't own Twilight, and I never will. And … Its 11 and I have nothing cleverer or wittier to say than that.

We are not together here

Though we lie entwined

To make room for the other presence

We both draw back in our minds

I have a prophecy

Threatening to spill into words…

It had been over 40 years since that album had been new. But I always preferred the music from back then. Back in my human life.

There once was a time I was sure of the bond

When my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough

We are the same but our lives move along

And the third one between replaces what once was love…

"Bella, turn off the music and get out here!"

I continued to lie on my couch, staring at the ceiling.

Freedom is being alone

I fear liberation

But something more alive than silence

Swallows conversation…

Banging on my door. Alyson was screaming now. "Bella, I know it's a rough day for you and all, but we need to go! C'mon, please?"

She was right. Today was a rough day for me. Always was. It was the anniversary of my death.

All those years ago, my first week at Forks High School. I remembered the hatred in his eyes. His aversion to me. I couldn't stand it. Day after day, he would stare at me in the lunch room. Then, in biology, he would act as if I had some disease, gripping the desk for dear life.

I hadn't understood. I thought I had done something. I thought I had a right to know, to know what heinous thing I had ever done to him to warrant the treatment I was getting.

So, I told him just that. Finally, one day, after biology, I had followed him to his car, and I bit his head off. I was sick and tired of the way he was treating me, I had told him. Stay away from me, he had responded. If only I had listened.

The next day, I really put my foot down. I told him to either tell me what was wrong or get over it. He agreed.

He told me his secrets. He told me his problem. And right there, in the forest by the school, he fixed it.

Edward Cullen broke down and killed me. Made me into one of them. A vampire.

In a way, this was good, really. I found my best friends, Alyson and Steven. They had to be the best things that had ever happened to me. And the immortality wasn't too terrible when it wasn't monotonous.

That wis only when I played the optimist. All I had lost far out-numbered the gain of a few friends. I lost my family. My mother, my father. I never saw Renee or Charlie again, at least that they knew.

After I got my thirst under control, I had gone back, just to see them one last time. Renee had Phil, and even though she had lost a daughter, she attempted to keep living, and did a suitable job.

However, Charlie never did recover. He thought it was his fault. So did Renee. It of course was not, but they still put it on him. When I went back, it had been only 2 years, but he looked like he had aged 10 or 20. He was a wreck, miserable. My death had killed him inside.

I blame Edward. For all this. He ruined my life. I never would have asked for something like this. After learning about his family, I thought it wouldn't be too bad. Alice and Jasper found love, as did Esme and Carlisle, and Emmett and Rose. And not killing people will always be a plus in my book.

Nevertheless, I just couldn't stay with them. They had all seemed so nice, but Edward seemed to want me as more than just a snack, and it didn't feel right.

For 10 years I was alone until I met Steven and Alyson, and here we are, together for over 30 years now.

"Bella, please!" Steven was begging now. "You can drive," He offered.

I sighed and sat up on the couch. "I'm coming, guys, don't throw a hissy fit," I grabbed my purse and keys and stalked out the door. They knew to keep a safe distance from me on this day. Lucky for them, they did.

We all hopped into my car and sped off to the high school, where we were all juniors. Steven and Alyson sat in the back seat together, Steven with his arm around her. They were leaving me to myself, having a conversation in their heads. That was Alyson's power, she could set up conversations with others in her mind. Steve had a power of premonition, much like Alice's, as far as I knew. I felt left out at times, the only one in the trio without a special power. I should be grateful that my clumsiness wasn't enhanced, I guess.

I parked the car in our usual spot and left the others in the back seat while I headed to the other side of the parking lot, where Logan was waiting for me. Logan was, for lack of better word, my boyfriend. We had been together for almost a year. Most people thought that we were meant to be. At least, the guys who weren't completely jealous did.

I loved Logan, I really did. More than most anything I ever had in my life. But I knew we could never really be serious. Whenever I thought he might put and arm around me, I had to shrug away, or make sure that he didn't touch skin. I had to be so careful with him, because I hadn't told him our secret. He didn't know what we were, and I honestly wasn't planning on telling him. Why should I? We've been fine for almost a year now, and I didn't want to scare him off. He was one of the few things I "lived" for.

The control was mostly easy. Mostly. It will never come without focus, it will never be a second nature type thing. I can't lose myself around him. Every second needs to be focused.

"Hey, sweetie," He said, holding out a hand as I approached. "How was your weekend?"

I sighed. I couldn't tell him what had really happened this weekend. Honestly, what was I supposed to say? Well, Logan, baby, I drank the blood from some deer and bears, and then I locked myself in my room, preparing for the anniversary of my death, same old same old, been there, done that? Sometimes I wished so much of this didn't need to be lies. "Nothing much. Went shopping with Alyson…got some shoes…did that report," I trailed off. He was sweet, so I knew he would listen to any made up detail I fed him, but I cut it off there, so I wouldn't have to lie quite as much.

"That's great, Bell," he said, attempting to put his arm around me, and I shrugged out. He turned to me, eyes looking sorrowful, sparkling, almost. Looking confused, he asked, "Why do you always do that, Bella? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, it's okay…" I said, patting his shoulder quickly, making sure he couldn't feel my skin.

He looked down, face turning sour. "Are you honest with me?"

It was a good thing that years of being one of the undead made you a marvelous liar. I furrowed my brows together, and looked at him pleading and confused. "O-of course. I love you, Logan. Why would I lie? You mean everything to me."

We looked around the courtyard and noticed that no one was around, school had begun. We were late, and the bell would ring any moment. He looked at me tiredly. "Listen, Bella, let's get to class. But this isn't over."

"It might as well be," I snapped, "there's nothing to discuss." I turned on my heel and headed towards the building. I beat Logan to the door, so I took off. I made sure no one was in the halls, and ran, top speed to my classroom. Passing the evergreen coloured lockers at top speed, going past the classrooms faster than they could even see me pass. Exhilarating. For some reason, I had always wanted to try that. At least something good came out of this crappy day.

All right, what did you think? Hope you did. Is 5 reviews asking too much? I sure hope not…

I would also like to thank my beta. She's more awesomer than joo. She actually only read the first part and I never gave her the second part…oh well.

Arr and Arr, por favor! Any ideas or comments would be amazing. This one was a little angsty, but I'd love to make it more fun later on, so random ideas are rad.

I'll shut up now, sorry!

-Alison