Authors note: this is just a prologue, hope you enjoy it.
Replacement
15 years since I've seen him, 15 long, painful years. Imagine, 15 years of knowing no one love you, no one cares for you anymore. Not only my heart ached, my whole body felt like it wasn't meant to be. A life of uncertainty, rejection, and true depression; and I must live the rest of my pointless, rejected, existence alone, forever. Not even my unusual beautiful looks made me feel better, it was pointless. My family hated me, my love hated me, and God hated me. Was there even a god? I certainly hope so; I think he would be the only one, I think would see my situation right now. But, would he love a vampire? Were we the productions of satin himself? Or are we an at a constant balance between them?
Love didn't exist for me, I was a blank bullet aiming for the target. I will never see any purpose in my pathetic life. Many times I tried to kill myself, and each time I feel as if my soul is giving way, there is only a minimal amount a person could have to exist in a world, if you have no soul you would never die, but walk in the valleys of hell itself. I truly feel damned, this isn't paradise, this is hell.
I have experienced many loses, each time taking a piece of my soul with them. My father, mother, friends, and most of all, the family that almost took me in as a member, also him. The worst part is having no hope, I had no doubt that I was dead, dead that I had no soul. If I were lucky I would be laying under a tombstone, six feet under.
The only escape I found out of all this pain was my savior, hero, the one and true hope I did have, my music. Yes, I play many instruments, and my specialty, cello. My power was discovered a week after I was changed, I was a genius. I took an IQ test I stole from one of the collages, I didn't know which one, I didn't know where I was for the first 3 years. I took the test and found out I scored 234, which is nearly twice as much as Albert Einstein. I was shocked, I didn't think there could be a power such as mine like it. It was first time I felt superior to some people, then immediately I felt down. I couldn't share this with anyone, I couldn't be with anyone to show how much I could do now.
My cello is my substitution to my sorrow, I may have not had someone to help me during the times of torture, but I had my cello. I played my sorrows away, but they would always come back once I finished. Sometimes I would play for weeks upon weeks of just playing the same four bars of music, hoping it would hold me together. Learning the cello was easy, getting the cello was even easier. I just stole it; yes never-do-wrong Bella stole a five thousand dollar cello. Well, I hoped that I would just take the cello instead of killing the maker; I think he would have had it better that way anyways. I just taught myself how to play the cello, it wasn't very hard. I learned it within a few weeks, mastering it within a year at a professional level, but I kept it going, I learned many songs by just listening to the wind outside of the cave I lived in. I created songs and made beautiful melodies flow throughout the tunnel. I chose to live in the tunnel for the large ampitheater-like center of the cave. It was perfect for music, the sound bounce off the walls and fill the whole cave with the music. It was home to me.
Though the pain was still there, I would never be able to live without the pain, even if my cello eased the pain…
I hope you liked it people, tell me if I should continue with this story or not…