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Preface

BPOV

September 23, 2010

Dear Journal,

Life is really fragile. I mean like really fragile. You know how you think you'll live forever and never die until you're like 90 something? Well I thought that too, but that wasn't exactly what I got in return. I didn't think I would live forever, but I didn't think I would live such a short life. I'm 19 for heaven sakes and yet I'm so close to losing everything all because of stupid fate!

Yet, even though being nearly on my death bed is fates fault I have to thank it. If this did not happen would I have met my green eyed angel that is helping me? Not likely, so yes I'm angry with fate, but I'm also unsure how to repay it for what it has done to me.

He's beautiful, more perfect then I ever thought possible. It's a big surprise that he's actually letting me stay here, yet I haven't told him yet, but in all honesty I'm really scared to tell him. What if he kicks me out, what if he doesn't want to deal with everything thing that comes with me?

Okay wait; let me explain my current situation to you so everything makes sense. My full name is Isabella Marie Swan. I am the daughter of Charlie and Renee Swan, who are divorced and I was forced to live with my mom, Renee, and her new husband, Phil. But that's not even the important part of my story. I have pancreatic cancer, I actually found out not 8 days ago. That's right on September 16, 3 days after my birthday! What a wonderful present I know.

Yes, I know what you're thinking; don't they have treatments for that kind of cancer? Well my answer is; I'm only barely 19, just a baby out of high school so I don't really have a career yet. (And I probably won't with my condition.) It's not like I need one right now, considering I'm living with a guy whose family is rich! But anyway to the point, I come from a budget family who can't afford that kind of stuff, so that was out of the question, but the doctor said it was severe and that tempting surgery would be risky.

But I'm trying not to think about that because my doctor actually told me more news, even worse than the first. (Even though I'm not sure how you top getting cancer.) It was-

"Bella?" Edward's voice rang from behind the door. His voice sounded worried, now I remembered he brought back food and was waiting for me to come down. His voice sounded worried like it usually did. "Are you coming down?"

"Yeah, one second," I said almost too loud as I stuffed my journal under the mattress. As I slid my hand away from metal under it got caught and I felt warm blood fall from my hand. "Ah! Sh-Crap!"

"Bella is something wrong?" Edward asked again, more worried than the first time. Blooded dripped slowly from an open wound as the pounding on door got louder. I stumbled backward before falling onto my bed while staring at my hand.

Next thing I know dust is flying everywhere as the door fell to the hard wood floor in front of me. Edward stood there, eyes almost a dark green, with his muscles flexed from under his gray long sleeved shirt. My mouth went dry as his chiseled chest stood out from his shirt.

He began to check my hand and then neatly bandaged it with some torn off blanket before running downstairs to get me a drink of water, murmuring softly to himself. As he left I quickly slipped my journal onto my lap without hurting my hand again and finished my journal entry, quickly.

This is going to be difficult. Oh god please help me NOT fall in love.

Sincerely,

Bella Swan

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