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Prologue
"This is your room" Emmett said.
He had finished showing me around the house that was now my home. I looked around the room with a face that I hoped didn't show an eighth of the pain I was feeling inside. Charlie said he would be safe, and 'Dr Carlisle Cullen' said the person who had killed the man down at the petrol station couldn't hurt anybody, but the fact I'm sitting in a bedroom that isn't even in my home proves what a load of lies everybody tells.
"I'll leave you to settle in" Emmett flashed a grin at me before turning and shutting the door behind him. I sat on the huge bed and looked around at the room, that wasn't mine, that would never be mine. I wanted my own bedroom. I wanted my house. I wanted Charlie. I wanted my Dad. I leaned back on the bed, closed my eyes and let the tears fall. I let the pain, wash over me, it was nothing like my bad dreams about my Mum and Dad dying when i was little, it was far, far worse.
I hate that everything is so vivid, I hate that it seems like yesterday, I hate that the pain won't go away, I hate that the longing doesn't ease with time, I don't want to remember.
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