The Past: Part I
"Memories"
Authored by: Pearly
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, or any of the characters. The plot of this fanfiction, however, is mine indeed. Just thought you would like to know.
Hey everyone. Pearl here (is that a lame penname?) HAH HA! I've been itching to write a Twilight fanfic story for a while. Well, now that I have time (because school isn't murdering me), I took this opportunity to write a little bit. It's not much, but enjoy it anyway. I'll be writing more tonight but I don't know if I'll have time to post it. It's pretty late. And I have an English essay due. BAH. Boo on college English. Just kidding (mostly). I enjoy it to some degree. Well, go ahead and read now and if you've got constructive criticism (or just suggestions for the progression of the story) or even encouragement, leave a review :
I look out at the ocean.
I've been here before. On this same cliff, at about the same time of day, not so long ago. I smile sadly to myself as a wind current swishes past me and tosses my hair out towards the Pacific. It's unusually warm out this evening and I tug off my jacket, drop it to the ground and sit next to it, cross legged. There's a simple and heartbreaking beauty that a sunset holds. The clouds in the sky are fluffy, almost like giant cotton balls, in an assortment of colors. Pink, yellow, red, orange. They swirl and mix to create a watercolor effect.
It's beautiful beyond words.
It brings back memories. Memories of the not so recent past. Memories of my childhood. Memories of every shape and size. Reflexively, I begin to reminisce. I think about what has transpired in the last year. So much. There's been so much. I cringe. Most of it's been hell. Hell on earth. But I lived. I guess.
That's a lie. I didn't live completely. Part of me died when Edward…well…that's a long story. It's difficult to explain.
I feel numb. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it's because of the Volturi…maybe because of Edward…maybe because so much has happened, because I have been faced with so much pain in the last year. Emotional and physical. All of it has crushed me. Crushed my heart.
My heart. Hah. I thought I was a lot stronger than I guess I really am. I couldn't save him. He couldn't save me. We couldn't save our love. I guess that's what you get when you mess with an Italian mob of sorts.
Waves crash up against the sheer face of the cliff and I get up and meander over to the edge. Foam licks the rocks and the ocean looks upset. Almost as upset as I feel.
Almost.
Here Is my story.