I had originally moved to Forks to escape my past. Really, I did anything but escape. I left Phoenix hoping that I could start over. A second chance, that's all I wanted. In a way, I did get that chance, but in a way I never expected.
You know, life has a really funny way of giving you what you want. You think you want something, and something out there knows that it's not REALLY what you want, or need.
My wish: To be taken away from everything I knew. I wanted an escape. I wanted death. I never wanted to see the people I knew ever again. I never wanted to see the very few friends I had. I didn't want to see my parents again. I never wanted to go home. This world wasn't for me.
In a way, I did get what I want. Everyone I knew thinks that I'm dead. Am I really dead? My heart no longer beats, but no, I'm not dead.
See, to my friends and family, I am dead. I had to fake my death. If I hadn't, well, the population of Forks, Washington would have been massacred by me. And yes, I did feel death, not only in my attempts, but finally, ending what was my first life. And now, after having felt death and leaving my old life behind, I have found where I belong. I have found my home and my love.