A/N: This is my first story on Fanfiction, but not my first story as I also have a Tumblr blog dedicated to the Fiction of Assassin's Creed. If you want to check them out to my name there is a-line-of-rooks! Thank you guys for checking this story out.

As a young naive girl I read the Meyer books and I noticed how low Bella put herself, how she was made to crave love after caring for her mother. In reality, she would not crave it, she would be full of it as her maternal instincts would allow her to see the love everything around her. If she were as mature the book says she is, she would move on and not pine.

And I just hate Edward...No offence to the Eddie-boy lovers.

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I watched as the bastard left, I watched as he left me here, I watched as he told me I was nothing but a simple distraction from the mundane life he was made to live.

I hope you fucking burn, Cullen…

In a fit of anger I left the trail, intent on finding the best outlet for my anger. As I stomped on, I failed to realize that the sun touched the opposite side of the world. The darker it got, the colder I became. It soon became too cold to move and I took a spot on the moist ground, still fuming over the boy of a man that left me here in first place.

I sat, staring into the trunk of a dead tree, hoping for nothing else to happen. I was already too cold, I could feel my body begin to freeze. My fingers were stiff, my nose as bright as the deer from the Christmas carols…

Rudolf? Was that the Christmas Carol?

As I thought over the carol tune a light rain began to start. I couldn't feel it from the yellow rain coat I had on, till I moved my damp hair.

The weather man from this morning did predict a slight chance of rain around 11 tonight…

Was it 11 o'clock? Had I been lost for 7 hours? No, someone should have found me by now, right? The more I questioned, the more tired became. I tried to keep it at by, I knew that if that I fell asleep I could never wake up again. I could slip into a coma, and never see Charlie ground me for being out that late. I could never hear Renee talk about her trips around the world. I would never see Angela, my best friend, say how bad Edfuck was for me. I would never see Jacob, though I could possibly live with that.

But the thoughts caused me to finally cry… I released all the pent up emotions I had, I beat the poor ground with my weak fist. I finally fell asleep, barely aware of the sudden warmth that held me. I just had one final thought in mind…

I fucking hate the Cullens...