As a little girl, I always loved the city lights of Manhattan, New York. A city that never sleeps and full of surprises. Where the gossip begins and never ends. Aside from the things I could do with my mind I was your average rich girl who lived on the Upper East Side. Beautiful, intelligent, a perfect life. My mother a famous artist and a step father whose filthy rich. Hell I was living the life. I was the girl everyone wanted to be. Every guy's fantasy. That was until the night my mother and step dad was slaughtered and I raped and left to die in a pool of blood. Vibrant red eyes that killed everyone that I ever loved and cared for. Pale skin paler then my own. Skin cold to the touch.. That night I lost everything that I was. That night I died along with my parents and became someone different. Now I lived in the darkness, walking the streets at night. I knew now what it felt like to be alone and desperate. To have so much rage and hurt. To become a empty shell that no one could fix. I became the quiet girl, the poor freak who lost her parents. I wished my mother and step dad was alive again. I wish they weren't six feet under. I wish the pain would go away. But instead I was on a plane to small town under a near constant wake of clouds. Forks, Washington that was now my new home. Where my estranged father Charlie Swan, chief of police lived. A new chapter in my life that was now open and full of opportunities. "ladies and gentlemen welcome to Forks, we will be landing soon". the women on the intercom informed. I glanced outside the window as we began land. I grimaced. Welcome to hell. I pulled my sunglasses over my eyes and made my way toward the door.
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