I do not own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does.
Prologue
Who ever said that time heals all wounds was right. I was 17 when I had my first teenage love, but unlike any other teenager, my first love wasn't human, a vampire rather. A bronze haired, golden eyed, lanky teen stucked in immortality at seventeen. Everything about him drew me in, I guess thats why I fell so hard. As I was saying, I was seventeen when I first met Edward Cullen, a day after I moved to Forks to live with my dad, Charlie. He sat on the opposite side of the cafeteria at lunch. It wasn't just him that reeled me in, but his family as well. They all seemed perfect. Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, Carlisle and Esme all had one thing in common, perfection. When I was first accepted amongst the family I was excited because I finally found somewhere I knew I belong. The relationship I had with Edward had not gone pass kissing but it was good enough for me, well at the first year with them was perfect until i was invited to go play baseball with them, thats when the worst happened. A sadistic vampire name James, thought it would be nice to play Cat and Mouse, and of course I was the mouse that got caught in the end. Throughout his sadistic rampage James had broken the bones in both my arms and legs, fractured my skull and bit me below the wrist. The 30 seconds that it took for Edward to decide whether he could suck out the venom had felt like i was being burnt from the inside. After that escapade, I notice that Edward began pulling himself away from me. It however, didn't take effect until my 18 birthday, which had started off wrong from the beginning to the end, starting with my dream.
Grandma Marie stared me without movement. I had missed her since she passed a few years ago and wanted to ask her how was Pa doing and if she had found him yet. Her grey curls began to lighten to brown before my eyes, the wrinkles began smoothing out and her attire began transfiguring into more modern clothes. Before long, Grandma Marie was no longer Grandma Marie, but instead me, I had aged to look just like the figure I had most dreaded, an older me. I woke in panic and fear that had set my bad mood for the rest of the day. I remembered going to school and trying to ignore Alice advances about going to a party at their house by saying and had some Shakespeare to read on but Edward manage to dart them. Eventually, I still end up at that party which ended with Carlisle using tweezers to pluck glass out my forearm. The rest of the week didn't get any better. Edward barely said a word and I had seen any of the Cullens since the accident not did I go to their house. It was about Friday when everything came crashing down. I would say that stupid ass dick, but I refuse to stoop to such a level of immaturity, but yet at the moment he was a stupid ass dick that left me in the forest after he broke up with me. Said that I was nothing but a play thing for his kind and i shouldn't remember him because he wouldn't remember me due to their kind being easily distracted. That day, I hate to say I had a mental break down, I was comatose for about 6 months until I realized that i was hurting the people who really cared about me. During those months of depression Angela become closer than a friend to me, a sister really, I never realized that we had so much in common. She helped me repaired the blow to my ego that Edward Cullen left and Jacob Black, who began repairing the stitches but after two months left me too. It was only until after i graduated high school life became more clearer than ever before, that when i truly began to live.
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