Prologue
As I sit at my desk, righting this novel, I wonder why they lied. Why they tried. And why they even cared to tell me that I was not who I thought I was. And as I begin to copy from the memorandum journals that I kept for so long, a title comes as if inspired. The Truth Always Lies In Them. Yet, I hesitate to name this story that For I think of my self as a burden, and a burden I am. And because my grandmother was so twisted and mean and demanding, I feel as though this title fits.
Charles Dickens would often start his novels with the birth of the protagonist and, being a favorite author of both mine and Chris's, I would duplicate his style-- if I could. But he was a genius born to write without difficulty while I find every word I put down, I put down with tears, with bitter blood, with sour gall, well mixed and blended with shame and guilt. I thought I would never feel ashamed or guilty, that these were burdens for others to bear. Years have passed and I am older and wiser now, accepting, too. The tempest of rage that once stormed within me has simmered down so I can write, I hope, with truth and less prejudice than would have been the case a few years ago.
So, like Charles Dickens, in this work of "fiction" I will hide myself away behind a false name, and live in fake places, and I will pray to God that those who should will hurt when they read what I have to say. Certainly God in his infinite mercy will see that some understanding publisher will put my words in a book, and help grind the knife that I hope to wield.
A/N: That was just the prologue. I expect this story to be long and favorable to all of you. This story IS a work of fiction, but it is being told from Elizabeth's Point Of View. This story is based on one of my favorite authors' mystery type books, VC Andrews, and most of this Prologue belongs to her, and it is copied exactly as it is written in her book, Flowers In The Attic. This story is ALL HUMAN, and her grandmother just so happens to be Alice Cullen. So yes, this is a Twilight story.