Prologue-
(P.S. Please read Authors Note at the end!)
I guess some people might say I'm screwed up. Not 'crazy', but messed up emotionally. I couldn't handle things like most people. Could you blame me though? I had been through more in sixteen years then most people have ever even heard of. I guess you're wondering who I am huh? Who is narrating this story? Well, that would be me, Alexandria Violet Blake, but please feel free to call me Alex.
I guess you could say I look like your typical girl, some might think me worthy of a second glance, but for the most part I'm just average. I have long dark brown hair that falls in wavy curls all the way down to the small of my back, extremely pale skin (Ranging on albino here people) and big bright blue/gold eyes. My eyes were possible my favorite feature on myself not only because of their color, but also because they're so big and I have really long, thick eyelashes that I love.
I'm also really short, about 5'2, and I guess some would call me "petite", but I have a small waist and full breast so I couldn't really complain. Now I'm not saying I have no faults, because that is definitely not the case, but I don't exactly hate my looks either. My nose is small, but way to straight, I wish is curved like other peoples. My lips are pouty and heart shaped, but are really pale and not wide enough. My chin is to narrow and my eyebrows are to dark, but I'm me and I guess I'm okay with that.
Now what makes people think I'm screwed up? Well, I'm what most people might call "Anti-social", but I have a good wit and that surprises most. I tend to pay to much attention to small details and I guess you could say my family life isn't the greatest. No take that pack, my family life is borderline fucked up.
My mom was always so sweet and my dad, well he had some anger problems that he tended to take out on me. My mom always felt so bad and she always tried to help, but was just so afraid. I didn't blame her for what happened or how it traumatized me. She did what she could. I still remember that day so clearly, the day my mother murdered my father then shot herself in front of me. Yea, I guess some might say I'm kinda screwed up.
Authors Note: Okay I know this is like super short, but it's a prologue so it doesn't matter. The next chapter will have a bit more Twilight in it and try to guess who she will be staying with before I tell you! This story will probably be a bit sad and emotional, but I will try to add some humor in it too. The next chapter wont be very interesting be the story is just getting started so please bare with me! I am also looking for a beta reader so I anyone is interested please PM me!
-Ash