To those self-torturers out there… Reality is much more harsh than what some other fanfics out there portray.
Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer, I don't own anything Twilight… or Rob, for that matter… Although I wish. A girl can dream, right?
BPOV:
I never want anything to do with those filthy monsters ever again. They claim that they have hearts, and that they want to retain what possible humanity that they can… But inside, they're just heartless, emotionless, compassionless, cold-ones. They say they love you, they tell you that you're family… and they just up and leave. That's not called retaining humanity, if you ask me.
The Cullens. After they left me, I turned into a pathetic heap of bones melting in tears. Charlie tried to help. Fat lot of good THAT'S done me. I stopped writing, I stopped reading, I stopped listening to music… I stopped doing anything and everything.
Did I love them. Yes. At least, I used to. So much so that I gave them my heart and soul, that I overlooked their inhumanity and the constant danger that their identity put me against…
But that doesn't matter now, does it? For all I know, it was all just a joke, a ruse to mess with a poor mortal's heart for a short while of entertainment. I bet they sat at home every night and cracked up about how deeply the frail mortal was falling for their family member. The worst creature I've ever met. The creature that makes me wish I had never been born. Because frankly, the pain, the agony, the embarrassment, and the hatred I went through should never happen again to any other human being.
That mass of unruly bronze hair is the thing I most despise… the thing I make sure to curse everyday before I go to bed. I can't even sleep without the help of medication now. How messed up is that?
After HE left, I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I felt like I wasn't pretty enough, skinny enough, rich enough, ANYTHING enough for him. I resorted to hurting myself in ways of which I'm not proud. I shouldn't have damaged my body just for that selfish, heartless freak.
If he came back, hell, if his whole family came back, and begged on their knees for forgiveness, I wouldn't blink an eye and send them back to where they came from. But knowing that bronze haired bastard, he probably went off to Alaska or something to go date another woman, human or vampire. That jerk.