When I met Edward Cullen, I fell in love instantly.
I never expected him to return those feelings.
But, everyday he became closer and closer.
One day he told me that he did love me.
I told him that he couldn't because I was average.
He swore he would spend every second of everyday proving me wrong.
I agreed to let him try.
That day I gave him half of myself.
I couldn't just be known as Bella...
It was Edward and Bella
That is until Edward just got up and left.
I was in pain for several months before my best friend Jacob co-axed me out of my room.
After three years Edward came back...we instantly picked up were we left off.
Sounds like a great Romance Novel to write...and great to tell your kids as a motivation speech...Right?
Not really.
This isn't about what people told me...because there's rarely any talking...Just details
Just because even though I'm telling this story it doesn't mean I'm alive.
Just because My love life has a great importance to this story...It's Not a Romance.
Just because I seem like a great girl...I'm Not.
In fact...Nothing is as it seems...
Because this isn't about my life...
It's about my death...
And the Death caused by my hands...
Yeah, It's one of THOSE stories.