Disclaimer: I will say this only once. I do not own anything involving Twilight. It's characters, places, etc. Credits to Stephenie Meyer for that!
Inside the Mind of a Killer
Prologue
Edward Cullen.
It's been fifteen minutes and I'm still in a state of disbelief. Well, it wasn't really that quite shocking to hear that he's really, really famous now. I even heard he is sexiest male celebrity in FHM's special December issue. I mean, come on. He is Edward Cullen after all. The walking sex god. So yeah, it wasn't as if it was something new that there were numerous rumors circling around the neighborhood involving Edward Cullen and the female specimen. He was the most eligible bachelor of the season, and women line up to watch all of his movies and try to get him in bed of course. One thing's for sure though, a lot of women all over the world have dreams at night involving sex and Edward Cullen.
However, what surprised me today was that Edward Cullen's current girlfriend, Victoria Weidenbach was being interviewed by Ryan Seacrest, and she stated that she is pregnant. Live. On TV.
"Turn that off!" Alice boomed as she entered the door to my apartment. "Don't listen to whatever she says. It isn't true."
Alice of course new everything concerning Edward Cullen. She was his favorite sister, not that they had any other female in the family. There was Emmett, but seeing how big Emmett was, you'd never doubt that he was a girl.
"I just got off the phone with Edward. They broke up a month ago and obviously she still hasn't gotten over it."
Well of course. That figures. I have known Vicky for a span of time. She used to be so clingy and possessive when it comes to Edward.
Bitch.
I sighed. It has been a year. It hasn't been a great year, but I did manage to live and I will continue on living it with or without Edward Cullen.
He had made his decision a year ago.
He chose her.
Who was I to complain? I was after all, only his best friend.
I hate Edward Cullen. I hate him because he makes me think about him all the time. I hate him because I miss him every single day. I hate him because even until now, after all the pain and the hurt that he's put me through, I am still undeniably and completely in love with him.
...and I hate it.
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