Disclaimer: My name is Teaghan. I am 18. I never wish to have children or get married.

Chapter One

Gah! Today had been the longest damned day of the year. All I heard was "Twilight", "Twilight" and "OMG isn't Edward like the most hottest thing EVER?". And now, all I wanted to do was slam my head against a wall several hundred times, take some panadol to ease the headache, then overdose on sleeping pills so I might never have to wake up to the insanity again.

As I was home on my own again – Dad had gone away for three months – I'd cooked, eaten, washed up, showered and now I was ready to sleep. I sighed heavily, happy that I didn't have to see, hear or think about Twilight or it's descendants until at least tomorrow. But, you see, fate had never been particularly kind to me, and as I walked into my room I wanted to burst into tears.

Where my room is normally an off white color, with my black bedspread, black shelves, red teddy bear blankie and my photo wall, the entire room had been drastically changed. Instead of my normal black sheets and pillow cases, Edward's disgusting face glared up at me and the horrible words that had been rolling off tongues for god knows how long etched in my face. My red teddy blankie had been replaced too… by Bella's face, staring… at my roof. I followed the blanket's gaze up to my roof and the shock I felt made my mouth drop almost to the floor. The ENTIRE roof, was COVERED with various images of the Cullen clan, plus Jacob with a black background. I shut my eyes.

"Please, please if there is a god, let this be some massive hallucination." I pleaded and begged out loud.

I opened my eyes slowly to look at my walls. The scene almost made me want to cry. My photo wall was no more, instead it had been replaced by a giant mural with "And the Lion fell in love with the Lamb" in that stupid font painted on all six walls – there was a strange corner in my room. I slapped my hand into my face and started muttering.

"There can't possibly be anything more."

Oh how wrong I was. On removing my face, I found in the corner of my room, my air fan had been replaced by a large bean bag with Rosalie's face on it. On my book shelf, every book on teen angst, thriller, horror, sci-fi and the supernatural had been replaced with Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn, along with the Robert Pattinson books, poster books, sticker books and even a few coloring in books.

"There is NO WAY IN HELL, I am sleeping in this room…. EVER again."

At that exact moment, my phone vibrated in my hand. I lifted it and looked at the little display that told me how many messages I had… .God. 274 messages. I opened the folder.

Do you like your room?

Thank god you were gone for the weekend!

Your dad gave us permission.

You're not getting your stuff back until you ADMIT that you like it.

And more messages along those lines

… I hit reply all.

FUCK. The lot of you.

Send.

I sighed again and remembered something. Stepping into the Twi-infected room, I opened my wardrobe cautiously and almost fainted.

Reply all.

And I want my clothes back.

I would never, EVER, wear the crap they'd put in there.

Moving out of the room as quickly as I could, I shut the door hard and sighed, leaning against it… until I had the paranoid thought that the paint would seep under the door and swallow me whole. I pushed away quickly, staring at the door like it had just opened the gate way to hell – true enough – before I shook my head and went back downstairs.

Looks like I was sleeping on the couch tonight.

Yes, it's the beginning chapter. Cullen torture starts next chapter.