Author's Notes: So, just a heads up, but, this story does not focus on Edward and Bella. In fact, it doesn't focus on anyone around them. I do assure you, they'll pop up later in the story, but for the most part this story is about characters I made up. You see, I sat down and attempted to write a story about Bella and Edward, and found I couldn't. Then I realized it was because I wasn't the one who was in charge of writing their story. That job was for Stephenie Meyer. Now, I'm not saying those who do write fan fiction about Bella and Edward are evil people or anything, I just feel that their story isn't mine to tell. This leaves me with no ideas. So, basically if I attempted to focus solely on them or anyone around them, it'd turn out crappy. With that determined I focused on a new angle. You see, I have a large supply of characters stored in my mind, so I just reached in, plucked two out, and wove them into the world of Twilight. After that, I found that everything just fell into place. The setting, the plot, everything fell into place. Of course, I still wanted to weave Bella, Edward, and the Cullens into the story, so, I simply decided to have my characters meet up with them later. So, yep, there you have it. This story is basically about my crazy characters. However, I still encourage you to read. Maybe later I'll attempt…attempt…to write a fan fiction pertaining to Edward and Bella alone, but…well, it will be the most difficult task I have ever done. You may think I'm pretty silly…you know, the whole reasons for not making it all about Edward and Bella, but, heh, what can I say…I can't force myself to write something my heart refuses to.
Side note: I put this side note here because in the beginning of this my character is talking about "odds" and "evens". It's really complicated to explain, but basically and even is anything with a zero or five tacked on the end. So, the times 5:35, 3:25, 6:30…are all even times, but throw in lets say 7:32…that's and odd number because it comes between one of the sequences of 5. If you ask me how I came up with this, I'll tell you I have a vivid imagination and leave it at that. The only time the chain of five is broken is when it comes to money. So two quarters (50 cents) is even. However, one quarter (24 cents) is not. Yep…I'm strange.
Disclaimer: I do own my OCs, however, I do not own Twilight, nor any characters I may later include that come from the book.
Chapter One: Humanity Isn't All It's Cracked Up to Be
My hand reached out for the alarm before it even screeched a note and hit the off button. The most despised sound of my morning...I never tired of wanting to chuck the digital clock across the room. I sighed as I pulled back the covers and swung my legs over the edge of my bed. My eyes reluctantly wandered over to the calendar. November 17th, my birthday, was an "odd" day. I grimaced as I realized today I would also be seventeen, an "odd" age, and it didn't help that I had been born at five thirty-two p.m., an "odd" time. Today, it seemed, was just a day for bad things to happen. You see, "odd" numbers automatically meant that bad things were destined to happen to me on that day. I had come up with this conspiracy ever since the day my mother had died. To have three of them all in one day must surely mean the end of me.
I had to admit, this thought didn't displease me. I was tired of living life. I was tired of no one caring whether or not I existed. Tired of knowing my dad blamed me for what happened two years ago, yet refusing to just say. I was tired of always having the knowledge that I had murdered someone lurking at the edges of my mind. Perhaps, today would be the day it all ended. None the less, I'd be extra careful. Just because life wasn't worth living (for me) didn't mean I should give it up without a fight. For instance, I had awaken at an "even" time, maybe I could get enough "evens" today to filter out the "odds". Then again, this was just my "optimistic" thinking. Of course I could never get enough "evens" to filter out the horrible luck that faced me.
Well, no sense in worrying over it. I got up and quickly headed for the shower. No troubles there. Didn't slip and break my head open, I didn't even cut myself shaving. The rest of my getting ready was just as uneventful. Of course, the bad things wouldn't happen in the morning, no, they would want to wait until the very last moment, until you were settled in and then they'd ruin everything. Okay, so maybe I was going insane. I did live in a world of "evens" and "odds" – sort of like black and white, but with numbers. Usually this world didn't bother me that much, but it always made itself superbly aware to me on two days – my birthday and the day of my mother's death. For some reason these two days were tied into the mysteriously confusing world of "evens" and "odds".
By the time my thought train had ended I was outside my house locking it up. My dad, as usual, was already at work or at least on the way there. He had avoided me ever since my mother's passing and I knew it was because he, like every one else, knew I was guilty. Alas, I had gotten use to it, and now it didn't bother me…well, not as much as it should've. I had learned to live alone by now.
The snow was heavy when I got outside. I lived in a small town located in the northern state of Wisconsin. Seeing as how it was November, the white blanket had already come to settle upon the lovely society taking shelter here. I managed to make it to my car (a mustang…further details were unknown to me because I lacked knowledge of cars) without slipping on the layer of ice below me. Getting in, I threw my back pack onto the passenger seat next to me and quickly fumbled the keys into the ignition. As the engine rumbled to life I fidgeted with the heater settings until the inside had become slightly toasty. With my hands now free to not suffer from cold, I turned up the volume on the radio. "Call Me When Your Sober" by Evanescence was blasting on the radio station I was currently turned too. Good. I liked this song. I turned my head and saw that no obstacles stood in the way of me pulling out. So, I did just that. I pulled out from my driveway and onto our neighborhood street.
The rest of the drive went by in a blur. I never focused my attention on driving. Somehow my instincts motivated my hands in the right direction while my mind daydreamed. I liked my daydreams. They provided an escape for this dim light of a life. Some people would call me depressed, I called myself realistic. No more could I believe that the world consisted of rainbows and butterflies…no, it contained much more than those frivolous childhood thoughts.
Soon I found myself in the parking lot of school. No one was waiting for me to arrive. Of course not, I had no friends. Even this didn't depress me. I simply thought everyone was better off. After all, if they got involved with me then maybe they'd end up dead the next day.
School went by in the same matter that my car ride there did. In other words…I daydreamed the whole day. Only once had the teacher called, "Kailey, the answer please." My hand just normally jotted down the homework assignments without my even knowing it. Routine. That's all my life was. Even now my body had memorized it along with my brain. It was like I lived in a separate section of the world, hidden away from everything else.
At lunch I ate at my usual spot – the staircase in the entrance room to the school, made entirely from glass…the outside part of it. No one bothered me here, and I was free to read my current book obsession. Right now I was in the middle of a video game strategy guide. I know it was silly, but my funds were low and I had read all the books in my house twice, so the previous night I had snuck into my brother's room to steal from his hoard. Unluckily for me, my brother hated books, so all I could find were his video game strategy guides. I had decided that it was at least better than nothing.
I couldn't believe it. I was actually enjoying reading the strategy guide. I cracked up when I realized it. This made me thankful no one came around here during the lunch period. For surely they would've thought I was having a mental break down, laughing to myself. The game in which the strategy guide belonged to was Kingdom Hearts; my brother had been a sucker for a good RPG. That had always surprised me because my brother had been quite popular. It was my impression that only geeks played RPG games.
Thinking about my brother immediately put me in a foul mood and I jammed the guide back into my back pack, destroying a couple pages in the process. So, the first bad thing had happened. I had thought about my brother, something I had not even done while rummaging for the strategy guide in his room. Ever since my mother had died my brother had been in a coma, and the doctors said he would never awaken again. They told my dad numerous times to just pull the plug, but he never would. I kept cursing him in my head. I may as well just be the murder of two people…but I didn't want one of my victims to suffer. My brother…he didn't deserve to live in the condition he was in. why couldn't my dad just cut the strings that were attached to me? Did he want to punish me?
The rest of the day I made sure to keep my thoughts far from the past and in particular my brother. Anything that had to do with him was pushed to the back of my mind. I even threw away the strategy guide the first chance I got, feeling no remorse for destroying something of my brothers.
As soon as the last bell rang I ran to my car, tears beginning to streak down even before I reached the door. Flinging said door open I hurried inside and then began to sob. A good thirty minutes passed until I was once again able to see out of my eyes, the tears beginning to clear.
"Damn it," I muttered.
Starting the car up I whipped my eyes dry and then proceeded out of the school parking lot. It was winter, and already it was starting to get dark, even though I had only been delayed thirty minutes. It was still a good thirty before I reached home. I knew it'd be dark before I got there…I'd have to drive in the night. Thus the second bad thing came upon me. I hated the dark, and even more so driving in it. Surely the darkness I was forced to slush through with my car wheels was my end.
And as I realized that my death could be coming soon…my heart froze. I became scared. I didn't want to die. Even if it did end the pain, I couldn't die. I didn't want to face hell, I couldn't. I knew God couldn't possibly accept a murderer into His kingdom. The tears came back, and in the blink of an eye, it happened.
A figure was standing in the middle of the road. It didn't look surprised to see my car hurtling towards it. In that brief moment I saw its eyes. They were a dark gold, filled with sorrow. I cursed at the figure for being in the way, and then, swerved. I could've just run over him, but I didn't want to rack up another body on my list. Before I knew it, the trees met the head of my car and I jolted forward. Glass shattered everywhere making cuts all along my body. My head bashed into the steering wheel, and then….silence. I felt my blood leaving my body. My warmth slowly fading, conscience slipping away, the doors of death were opening.
I laughed. So this was how I was to die. At last, my humanity was coming to an end. That's when I felt a cold breeze on my arm. I couldn't situate myself to see, but I knew something…someone had opened the car door next to me. Next thing I knew I felt teeth biting down upon me. A yell escaped me and I tried to wail my arm, but the creature held fast. Tears began to escape me. That's when I heard the song on the radio. It was totally pointless, but a distraction none the less.
The song happened to be "In The Rough" by Ana Nalick. I heard her voice begin to sing,
"You said you fell while holding diamonds in your hand,
It's your fault for running holding diamonds I say."
It was after those two simple lines I realized that the creature was no longer biting me. Instead a fire began to consume me where it had bitten me. The pain was excruciating. That's when I came to the conclusion…I was dead, and this was the fire of hell.
End Notes: I only proof read the first few paragraphs of this. I was in a hurry to post it, and it's nearing my bed time. (lame, I know, but I do have school tomorrow…and a mother who doesn't approve of late night comp sessions) Anyways, sorry if it's rushed, and if something's off, and if it just totally sucks...I did try my best. I might revise this later when I'm not so…excited to post it up. I might make it longer too…I originally wanted too, but, sigh I rushed. Heh heh heh, till next time!
