A/N: Okay, my first Twilight FF. No flames, yes constructive criticism, yes shameless praise (not that I expect any: my stories tend to suck.), no coming to stab me if I forget to update, yes stupidity. Got that? (: Lol. If you don't like it, you hav until chap 3 to tell me it sucks, or else I'll get all creepy-happy. And trust me, that's just disturbing. (Happy emo chibi? Don't even try to tell me that's not messed up.) Final note: The story is from Bella's POV unless it says otherwise.
Well, R & R! And sorry its so suckishly short...
Maybe we weren't supposed to be Well, rules are meant for breaking, Forever may not come... Nobody ever thought to watch us
and forever doesn't mean an eternity?
Maybe there's a reason
our happily ever after
just refuses to come?
and reality is over rated.
Nobody can ever know
that forever will be tomorrow.
so maybe it's not our fault?
And if nothing can ever hurt me
then why am I dead inside?
Maybe it doesn't matter that we're not supposed to be
'cause forever may never come...
I stared at my reflection, and I no longer recognized myself.
It was because I had been turned. When Edward had refused to turn me, I asked Alice. Alice said no. I asked Rosalie, and she told me she hates me, and wanted me to suffer. I took that as a "no" until she added that this would make me suffer the most, so she would. She bit me, and that's how I turned.
I'm slowly realizing how weird this must sound to anyone who doesn't know about our kind. Really, really weird.
Anyway, me hair has tamed itself into pretty waves, rather than the formerly untamable frizzy curls I'd had before. My cheekbones have gravitated about an inch so my face looks "a lot prettier," as Edward's brother Emmet told me. (Edward insists I looked better before.) I've become thinner, and more pale, and I'm now "way too good at everything" (that's what Edward said. He's got a lot of negative things to say about me turning.) And my eyes were green. They went from green to black, depending on how well fed I was that day.
Fed. I hated that term. I was practically a Cullen now, because Charlie and my mom had no idea that I'd turned, and that included their hunting trips. We were what the Cullens liked to call "vegetarians": we only drank the blood of animals. Sounds weird, but actually, its a little like carrot juice, or wine, depending on the animal.
Ew. Just last week, I would have been appalled with myself for saying, or thinking, that. But its true, it does taste like wine.
Turning changes everything.
So, why exactly am I sucking blood? Why do I look different? And what the heck do I mean by "It's because I turned"?
Well, to sum it all up, I'm the messed-up way that I am because I am now a vampire.
Oh, shut up. Like there's a better way to put it!
A/N: I wrote the poem in about three minutes, so I'm sorry it sucks. So sorry.