Okay so this was an idea that came to me. Let me know if you think I should continue this or not.

I don't own twilight. I just simply borrowed the characters.


Prologue

To whom ever is reading this:

I guess I could tell you that my life story was extraordinary. That I grew up in a nice suburban area living in a plush, voluminous home with my both my parents, my older brother and younger sister. I could probably tell you that I had a ton of friends and a boyfriend who loved me and whom I loved back. I could tell you that I was completely and utterly happy in life and nothing in the world could change the way I felt…. But I'd be lying. No, the truth is I didn't live in a nice suburban area nor was I able to call any plush, voluminous home mine. I lived in a Forks, Washington residing in a very cramped, roach infested two bedroom apartment with my half-brother and sister Mike and Jane - both with whom I was never close to and my dead-beat, alcoholic, bastard of a father Charlie - my mother having died seven years ago when I was ten. I guess you could say I had friends, even though I, myself wouldn't dare call those stuck-up assholes I hang out with friends. I did have a boyfriend, although not one who I loved and one who certainly didn't love me. He proved that with every bitch he fucked. So no if I could I would change everything in my life. I was just never able to and after a while I stopped trying. I had come to the terms that I would die in that awful box with one window I called a home, completely unhappy, completely invalid, completely unloved. I would get through it though. I had to. Because even though I had come to terms with my fate I still had a tiny shred of hope that everything would change. Hope was bad. It was a weakness and in life people played with your weakness breaking you slowly until you had nothing left. I'll tell you more but, for now I have to go. I'm off to another day in public hell or school as they like to call it.

Until next time,

Isabella Marie Swan


Short I know. But it was just the me know what y'all think.

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~Sarah