I don't own the characters of this story they are from the talented Stephanie Meyer, but I don own the Plot and some characters here. And also the songs are not mine… only some poems.

EPILOGUE

BPV.

"Coming Mom". I said to my mom, she is also my manager. I am a singer and song writer, now I am 23 years old, and my life it is simple as simple as a famous singer could be, well I am not a vampire that is what I mean.

I don't have powers or anything, in fact I can't barely remember that those supernatural stuff really exist, I only wish that they could be dreams or tricks my mind played me but my mother is constantly remembering me that it does exits, since my bodyguards are vampires with super strength.

I began believing in the supernatural after I met a vampire and his family; they lived in Forks, my home town and father's little town too. I met them and I fell completely and irrevocably in love with one of them, his name was Edward, (I can say his name now, but I couldn't some time ago). We were "in love" until my 18th birthday.

I was happy in love, my first love, my only love since I am Bella, because even though it's been a long time, I haven't felt like that for any one.

On my 18th birthday, one member of his family attacked me after getting a paper cut; how stupid that's sound, A PAPER CUT, and my life got into pieces after that, it took some time but I survived.

One day after the event, he dragged me to the woods and told me the truth; he was just playing with me, I was one of his distractions, (as he said it), he didn't love me, and he was just playing human.

That day, in that atrocious day my life was destroyed. Completely out of myself I ran through the woods, and lost myself deep in the woods, I laid there a long time until a friend of my dad found me and got me to my house. I was catatonic. I felt like if my world was torn apart. "silly Bella, you went for it" I kept telling myself in my dark room, until on day, my mom and my dad came to take me to a clinic.

I was depress and trying to kill myself in self pity, of course I struggle with them, but it was useless. They took me to an appointment and after a few test the doctors decided that I had to stayed in the clinic for some time.

The clinic is in Miami, it is called St Joseph's heart: Mental Health Hospital. I was there for four months until I recovered completely. It was hard. At first I didn't eat or speak, and I just cried, I tried to kill myself three times in the clinic, swelling pills or trying to asphyxiate myself, it was useless (stupid human, I thought every time I woke up in the emergency room; "you can´t even killed yourself, you are so useless, unworthy") . Until one day I snap out of it, when I saw my dad and mom crying on the hospital bed because of me. they seem so lost and hurt that my brain started to work with me and started to pull me out of where I was.

My recovery was difficult but good I guess, I learned to ease the pain by writing everything that cross my mind, soon after I've wrote 15 poems I realize that they were songs, songs about my life experiences so I thought "what the heck….. I can do this". Not after that I finish high school just with a click of my fingers and went to college.

My family trusted me so I went to The New York School of art and literature. I studied music, in my years there I met I lot of people; famous people that loved my songs, some of them bought them, so they could play them, but now I sing them. Soon after I finished school I got discovered in a recording studio in Down Town New York, and three moths later I was a big singer and song writer.

It all happened really fast, that what they tell me, I don't remember details. After six months of tours, I went to Italy, Volterra to be exact, it is a exquisite city but it was there where my life turn to a different road.

I was in a concert full of people when one of my producers called me to tell me that in my dressing room were three men waiting for me and that they wanted to offer me a deal. After a few songs I walked to my dressing room to investigate the three mysterious men that wanted to deal with an American singer. Nevertheless I couldn't even began to imagine what was waiting for me when I got there.

I opened the door and three pale men where sitting of the large couch. My heart jumped out of my stomach when I realized I recognized them from a painting in Carlyle's studio; The Voltuori, apparently they found out that the Cullen's couldn't read my mind or used powers with me, so they were intrigue by it. I was to become their new pet.