This just seems to be something that popped out of nowhere. I guess I was in one of those moods. I have maybe a little bit of the first chapter already typed up, but I'm leaving it out until I know from you readers, if I should continue or not! Read to your heart's content, THEN review and let me know if you'd like to see more!
It seemed doomed from the beginning for Bella to ever love anyone or anything. All that has love her in return has disappeared from her life tragically, ending in death. But as bizarre fate has it, she falls in love with someone who is already dead? Will she finally be able to love something so fully and receive it back 100% in return?
Prologue
Everything that has loved me, in my life, has always been taken away from me. I feel like my life has been cursed even before I was born. Everyone, after I came to be, has been taken away from me. My family, my friends, even my pets, has died. My heart is a never ending capacity that has craved to give love, but it seemed it wasn't destined to. For everything I loved and has returned it back to me, was doomed from the beginning. My heart is now only what keeps me alive in this world, by being just one of my body parts, an organ.
I've been alone since I been a child of ten years old. My parents had passed on since then, seven years ago. I believed they died for loving me, their only child…that is the way I always think of it. My friends, which was very rare, would return their love to me, but again, they have always been taken away from me. In some way or form.
I have had a friend when my father Charlie had been around. Jacob Black was my best friend and his father, the best friend of my father. Jacob and I would run into the forest to play when we would visit their home. We were inseparable. My love for him was something you could not give up, it was a friendship love so deep, and I knew that it would have lasted father, Billy, had blamed me for his death, causing my family to never speak with the Black's again. It had broken my father's bond with Billy and that was when my "curse" had struck for the very first time.
For as long as I know, I have held back the memories of Jacob, my parents, everything in the back of my mind. If I kept it there, then it wouldn't hurt so much. I have never attempted to befriend a person and give them an ounce of my love again. I was afraid for their affection, their emotions, their pity.
I don't know why I'm still here, why I haven't tried to rid myself of misery and loneliness. Maybe it was knowing that I wouldn't see my friends and family in the afterlife, if I tried to do something horrible as suicide. So here I am, still alone, living out my long days and nights till my body gives out and takes me home to them.