Author's Note: This is merely a prologue but I have the first chapter already written up. I will only post the first chapter, however, if you review.
I'm not Stephenie Meyer.
Prologue
Its December. It's cold and it's late. The snow has long since stopped falling but I'm covered with no intentions of moving. You have bound me here, in this place where nothing exists but memories. I'm here alone, trying to sleep with thoughts of you in my head. My eyes are closed. I can see your face, and for an instant, I realize just how beautiful you are.
My brown hair which you once loved so much, is now tangled from the wind and snow. Clothes which were dry and thrown on in a hurry are drenched and heavy around me. Even my eyes don't hold the same light that they used to. Simple and brown, just like me now. You made me feel special. Now that you aren't here to make me feel that way, I'm just another girl.
I take a deep breath and open my eyes, starring up at the sky. I turn my head and watch the trees creak as the wind dusts the snow off of its branches. Its nothing compared to you.
Without warning, my eyes burn and I start crying. I tuck my knees under my chin and cover my face with frostbitten hands. I push the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling. My chest heaves and I gasp for air, finding little.
I scream your name in frustration and everything goes silent. Even the sound of birds padding across the snow covered forest floor ceases. The only sound is my own heartbeat crashing in my ears. I slowly raise my head, looking up as snowflakes coat my eyelashes.
My hair whips across my face and I push it behind my ears, reluctant to let anyone see how truly frozen I am. Inside and out. There's no one around but if I let myself believe that I have nothing left, then that will be the end.
In a heartbeat, I take off running, scattering snowflakes in every direction. I slide and I stumble but I bite my lip and press on. The snow has soaked my clothes and the weight of the world is on my shoulders, bearing down on me with a force so strong, I consider giving up.
That's when I see her. Standing there, painted in a layer of fresh snow. She's exactly how I remembered, if not more terrifying. With her electrifying red hair nearly unrecognizable under the snow and her eyes so animated, I know I'm starring death in the face. The thought sends chills down my spine and my body convulses.
"I've been waiting for you," She says, opening her arms and smiling at me wickedly, baring all of her teeth.
I have lost all control over my body and I find myself falling to my knees. I've given up. She's all that I'd remembered, so full of life, even though fate has left her with none.