Author's Note:Hi this is my first story. Well my first story I am writing on fanfiction and about Twilight. Now I have the idea and plot in my head and everything. I just hope everyone will enjoy this who is reading. Though I do have a question. Who should I pair Bella with. I really don't want to do a Bell x Edward story right now. I was thinking possibly Paul, Jasper, Emmett, or Jacob. I do welcome to any other ideas, even Edward because I might don't mind it's just that's the usual pairing. Anyone is an option though, but not the girls or Carlisle. Please tell me who you think she sshould be paired with in this story. Also please review and tell me what you think so far.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any other books in the series. Stephenie Meyer does.
P.S: Right now this is Bella's point of view. Though I might change point of views sometimes I will let you know. Again let me know who you would like for that too. Also interested in feed back and reviews.
Two years ago I was left alone, shattered. Two years ago, it felt like I lost my whole life in just a few seconds. Two years ago was my ending, but also a my new beginning. Two years ago, the day of my eighteenth birthday I was almost killed, again. The next day changed...everything. I was worse than broken, the way I was found, how I acted after will always haunt everyone, including myself. After that day I lost myself to the darkness, I gave in, scumbled into the never ending blackness. I lost everything it seemed and so I cut myself off. I was so caught up in the loneiness to realize that I never was alone. I will never forget that day, it will always haunt me but I do thank it. That single day made me into the women I am today.
I never got over him. The him who I am talking about was, is Edward Cullen. Atleast at first I never got over him. Months went by and I was the perfect girl, the parents want their daughters to be. Well except for the fact that I was a zombie. Yes I got the grades, did what I was told but I was empty. I was nothing but hollow, I lost my spirit. That changed after six months, the credit goes to not only Jacob but Sam as well. Mainly Sam though. Yes Jacob got me living some but Sam is the one who helped me out. First let me tell you how I know and who Sam is.
Two years ago I was found by Sam, local head of the La Push werewolf pack. He is always there for me and it feels right, not in the love kind of way but just right. That what is happening is what fate decided, he told me we were family, I was his littler sister no matter what. I am, he is my older brother no matter what as well. That is the way I mean, plus he imprinted on Emily. I love that girl to death, such a sweetie. She is dear to me and like Sam I consider Emily family. No, not only because that is his soul mate but because it also feels right and one just can't help but to love that girl.
Jacob, well he is one of my best friends. He is the one who made the spark that started the fire that is who I am today. He wasn't a werewolf at first but after we hung out, his happiness made him change earlier. He grew distant and being the stubborn, that I am, I pushed. I found out what he was, all the pack thought I was going to yell and run away screaming bloody murder. They also thought I would have to be put in a mental hospital from it too. Exclud Sam from that though. My reactions well it surprised everyone. I fell on my ass and started laughing and in between gasped told them it made sense and no wonder they sometimes smelled like wet dog.
I remember that day clearly, Paul passed out and now THAT was great. At first some were weary of me but only because of my history with Edward. That was fine with me but I also let them know it was in the past. Soon after one couldn't find me anywhere but there. They helped me get myself back, along with my true friends. Angela, aka Angie. I love that girl so much as well as Ben her boytoy. They are both amazing and great friends.
It is weird to me as I look back on those days, especially after he left. It still hurts but not as bad and I know I am not alone, that I have a family and real love. Not the love, romantic kind but the family kind. That is okay with me too. Since that day things have changed at first for the worst but after that six months, after the spark was started it got much better. I am myself again and much more, it's great. Though people understand and respect that I still can't say his name, that I don't like or want to talk about him, them. Not that I harbor any ill feelings, it's just I can't. Though two years have passed it's only been about a full year for me being like this. Though things have changed already I have a feeling they are going to be changing even more.
Sitting on the couch as I read the entry I wrote just last night scared me some. Made me wonder, made me remember. Shaking my head, eyes closed an exasperated sigh escaped my parted lips. "Grrrrr!" I said softly growling as I moved around trying to get comfy on the couch. "Wow she growls too never would have guessed that." Just as the voice spoke a head popped over me. I screamed and flipped off the couch landing face first on the floor. As I did Paul, Embry, Quil, and Jacob laughed loudly. Sam looked away chuckling and Seth just looked at me and smiled sorrily. God how I loved that boy. Getting up I tossed a pillow at everyone but Seth. Instead I walked over to him kissed his cheek and told him he could eat my..well our favorite ice cream I kepted in the freezer hidden.