I read New Moon again, and had to write this. I don't know if it'll turn into a story yet, but for now it's a oneshot poem.
Edward Cullen
I hate him.
That's the only 'sentiment' I have towards him anymore.
I hate him, and I can't live without him.
And yet I am.
He left me.
That was his last deed towards me.
He left me in the forest to die- emotionally.
And yet I haven't.
No, I will keep going.
Just to spite him.
Just to deny him any pleasure from my pain.
No other reason matters.
I only have my hate and my pain as help.
No other reason matters as a reason to keep going.
And yet there is another.
Yes, there's another reason.
He's back.
He came back to taunt me- to torture me I'm sure.
He's back in Forks only a half a year later.
I wish he was still gone.