Her name is pronounced Ahn-na, okay? 'ah'n-nah. Similar to the Japanese language, you pronounce both n's. One after the other.

I think we all know what it feels like to daydream this little scenario, don't we? And I mean the falling into the story and becoming Bella part. :D

"You're different, Bella, than all those other girls. It's why I… like you." It was like a knife twisted in my heart, that almost rueful, happy smile. I felt somehow that I was lying to him, and I was, really. I was betraying him, his love. Betraying my own.

I wanted to scream at him 'I'm not Bella, Edward! I'm An-na!' But it was only a dream.

"C'mon," he said, grabbing my hand. "Let's go." I went with him, still trying to force out the admittance of how I felt. But I was unable.

I'm sorry, Edward.

I love you, Edward.

I woke up, covered in sweat and tears. If I were being melodramatic, I would have said blood, sweat and tears, but I was a pretty frank person, not prone to dramatics. Well, that wasn't wholly true. I was dramatic when it came to my books, particularly… Twilight.

Ugh, how I loved that book. I could have kissed Stephanie Meyer for coming up with it. The whole series was brilliance, pure brilliance…

I realized that I hadn't moved, that I was just staring at the ridges in the ceiling while I sorted through my thoughts, into two little piles labeled 'rational' and 'irrational'. Obviously my dream that was unable to be sorted by rationalizations was completely and utterly stamped 'irrational', and with that confirmed in my mind, I swung my feet out of bed and stood, proud to have made it through such a tear-jerker of a nightmare.

I eyed the dark-covered book on my desk, open to a random page. I walked over to it, padding in my white socks on my unblemished carpet (a little side effect of major OCD) and read the first sentence on the page.

"I don't think that will happen," I said after I could breathe again. "I've always been good at repressing unpleasant things."

I snorted. Bella was so… unbelievable to me. I didn't know why, but the idea of such a girl was bull in my mind. What are the chances that Edward would meet his dream girl in the form of his la tua cantante and the only person whose mind is hidden from him? What are the odds? One in a million, a billion?

But Edward… ah, Edward. A fantasy, an unbelievable, out of reach fantasy. And yet his beauty, his perfection was absolute. Not even I could doubt that somewhere, maybe somewhere, there was an Edward. Even though Bella seemed unrealistic to me, there was just something about Edward that made him real, alive. I could imagine him, just as I had in my sleep.

"An-na! If you're holding up breakfast daydreaming about that vampire boyfriend of yours, I'll skin your hide! Hurry up! Your family is waiting!"

My dreamy smile vanished, replayed by a repulsed grimace. I had seen enough of my darling older sister for one lifetime, not to mention dealing with her oh-so early in the morn…

A-ya is loud, rude, and obnoxious—and she has quite the talent for making people angry. I'd actually had no idea she existed until about a year ago, but that's a long story, and one I didn't want to get into.

Myname was—if you hadn't heard that drastically loud woman I called my sibling—An-na. Looked like Anna, sounds like ahn-na. Did I look like it was my choice?

Still, I knew that A-ya only spoke to me when told to, and that my parents really did want me down.

My eyes darkened almost as dark as the rings around them, a byproduct of my fun lack of sleep.

So I pulled my short hair into an excruciatingly tight ponytail, tugged on a white collared-and-cuffed shirt, threw a vest on over it, pulled my pleated skirt on, and grabbed my red and gold tie on the way out, fastening it while zooming down the stairs.

"Sorry I'm late!" I called, passing my family quickly, eager to get gone before they could hold me up in any way, shape, or form. "I'm not eating breakfast this morning! I have to go in early!"

"An-na!" my mother complained, but I was already halfway out the door.

Less than a minute later, I'm flat on my back in the middle of the road, watching as blood makes a rosy pool for my head.

And that's how it started.

Did I say this was chapter one? Oops. Prologue. :S Love you all, and go on the chapter one, why don't you?