The beginning of this tale embarrasses me. Bookworm mouse discovers the existence of supernatural beings, too stupid to realize she has lived surrounded by them for months. Mouse pulls her nose out of Pride and Prejudice just long enough to fall in scary-love with the brooding, ever-moving flea and piss off the loyal, if disobedient, dog. Mouse is caught in her own trap. And abandoned. Left behind. Forgotten. The flea and the dog content to torment each other, being natural enemies and all. Content to torment themselves.
I have to think of the entire mess in these bullshit, acid trip fairytale terms. It's too hard to remind myself of how truly idiotic I was. How dependent on an obviously unattainable outcome I was. How easily forsaken I was. How utterly unaware of the complete ridiculousness of the situation I was.
So Edward - my darkly romantic, ironically Byronic undead not-lover - told me he loved me then walked away. Left me to wander in spongy mud through moldy leaves. That's not even figurative; I totally walked through the wet forest and got lost, like some demented Snow White. I was humiliatingly rescued by noble-by-default Native American locals. My barely remembered childhood friend Jacob - a less noble but no less Native boy - became my crutch. He knew it, I knew it, he didn't care. Though he did seem to become less interested after he revealed his hidden talent. Magic tricks are one thing, but Jacob went full-on Sirius Black on me. I kept my distance from the animagus from then on.
Times were bleak and dark and depressed in the Swan household, and not the trendy Goth kind of bleak, dark, and depressed. No, this was the find-some-kind-of-in-treatment sort depression. The real shit. And let's not forget the hallucinations. Yeah, those were fun. They were certainly the only color in what had become my grayscale world.
No vampire family; no werewolf tribe; no human classmates because I hated those bitches from the start anyway. Selfish mother reliving her twenties, loving father who had no idea how to parent.
And me.
Bella.
Queen of Worry Inducing, Self-Created Drama.
Plus, damn, vampires and werewolves.
I'm better now. I got up out of my chair, started moving around. Mostly because I stank, I'll be honest, but once I had that first shower and looked in the mirror, I realized that if the reflection scared the hell out of me, my dad must really have been suffering. Even the selfish can think of others on occasion.
So, time to move on. Only beings with heartbeats and no fur allowed in my life from now on. Blah life, humdrum days, uneventful nights. I am resolved to grip tightly to normalcy.
Until there is a chirp coming from my phone. A text.
Can we meet?
-Jasper
It takes me less than a minute to decide. Through every scenario running around my mind, the one constant thought was that one of them remembered me. I wasn't completely forgotten. One of them wanted to see me. Maybe it wasn't the one I wanted to see, not the love interest or the bestish friend. So what if it was the one who accidentally tried to eat me that one time? It takes me less than a minute to decide to give back all of the normalcy I've fought for months to regain.
Fuck normalcy.
When and where?
-Bella
A/N: My first Twilight story in a while. Still don't own Twilight or its characters, but this story is my own. Chapters will be short, updated on Saturdays. First 5 chapters are already written. Needed to get back to my first fic inspiration, and needed to give back to my first readers.
