Hey, everybody! I have been tempted for a while now to try and write a Twilight story but I was way too terrified to touch Stephenie Meyer's work and make a mess out of it. However, this whole thing popped into my mind the other night and I just had to write it out. I wrote out the first five chapters and I love where it's going so I figured I might as well put it out there! This first chapter is mainly catching up with Bella so it's a tad boring but I promise the fun starts soon!! Please keep on reading and let me know what you think.


It had been five months since the day Edward had left me alone in the forest. The day he told me he didn't love me and didn't want me. The day my life changed forever.

I shook my head at the desk calendar and opened my math textbook, barely paying attention to my homework assignment. I reflected on the past few months, marveling at how I'd been able to survive this long.

The hole in my chest had certainly not healed, and I doubted it ever would. I knew I would have it forever. No one, no matter how wonderful, would ever be allowed back into my heart again. My Edward- my beautiful angelic, god-like Edward- was the only person I wanted. My Edward, who had grown tired of pretending to be something he wasn't. My Edward, who had made it very clear he no longer wanted me. My Edward, who had left me for good.

He wasn't my Edward anymore, I told myself time and time again.

Somehow, I was making it through. I knew that I owed it all to Charlie and Jacob. Jacob was my best friend unconditionally and was far kinder to me than I deserved. I was well aware of his feelings for me, as was Charlie, but I couldn't bring myself to feel anything other than friendly affection for him. Charlie, on the other hand, thought that we were a perfect match and said so on many an occasion. He was constantly inviting Jake over for dinner and dropping embarrassing hints.

Jacob knew that I was in pain and that I had sworn off relationships but that didn't stop him from asking me out from time to time. Sometimes I relented- after reminding him that we could only go on friendly outings. He'd drag me to his house and I'd watch as he worked on cars for hours or he'd take me to see a movie. Sometimes we hung out with the other werewolves, who had accepted me wholeheartedly into their group. If it weren't for these distractions, I probably would have lost my mind completely months ago.

Of course, my life was far from perfect. My heart was permanently broken, I still felt lonely, and my life was in danger. The wolves were keeping tabs on the infamous Victoria, who had been dancing in and out of their sight since a month after the Cullen family left. Clearly, it was me she was after and I knew she wouldn't stop until the wolves caught her or I was dead. The fear was always present, creeping into my mind when I least wanted it to- usually when I got into bed at night. One or two of the boys would stand guard outside my house during the night, thankfully, to make sure Victoria couldn't get to me.

I shivered thinking of Victoria. I tried to focus on my homework to drive the unpleasant thoughts away but it was next to impossible.

"Bella?" Charlie called from downstairs.

I sighed and rubbed my temples. "Yeah, Dad?"

"I'm going to play cards with Joe. Are you going to be all right?"

"Yes, Dad," I responded flatly.

"Are you sure, kid? I could hang around here and we could…"

"It's fine, Dad," I shouted out. "I'll be fine."

He muttered something and a few moments later I heard the door close downstairs and his patrol car start up. I was happy he was going out for a bit. He'd been sticking around the house far too much to make sure I was okay. With Jacob around more often, he'd relaxed a bit. I was definitely a more… stable person these days. But I still wasn't happy and he knew it.

We never brought him up. It was sort of an unspoken rule. Jacob knew not to bring him up, too- a thing I was eternally grateful for.

I thought of Jacob again and wondered why I couldn't just like him that way. It would make sense, I knew, but I just couldn't. He was a good kid but he was constantly trying to get me to feel something I knew I never could. He was practically a brother to me, a best friend. Though I had made it clear, numerous times, that I wasn't interested in a romantic relationship with him, he still persisted. Time and time again he made jokes, gave me significant looks, and even tried to sneak a kiss in here and there. It was frustrating and the entire situation had become just another worry in my life full of anxieties. Plus, there was the whole issue of him being a werewolf. I wasn't opposed to werewolves or anything, but I was done with mythological creatures. I had sworn off men altogether; werewolves and vampires, then, were clearly forbidden.

Closing my math text book, I shook my head. How did I ever get in this mess?