The beating of my heart could have probably been heard miles away…
The cold air whipped sharply against me…
It was just the beginning of Winter; some of the trees still bore leaves and the afternoon heat still lingered, children could still be seen without pink ears and runny noses, teenagers still seen holding hands without the gloves and the adults was content with the weather-for now that is, but soon enough this was all to change.
Soon enough jackets and jerseys would be pulled tightly, engulfing the body, trying to shield off the icy feel the wind drew in.
The wind. The Winter Wind. It was the special kind, the kind that not many people welcomed…But to me…it was the only thing I yearned for; the only thing I longed to feel, it made me feel Alive.
My name is Isabella Swan I am from a family (if that is what you can call it) that consists of myself and my two sisters. I am the only one "left". The oldest of us, Olivia, left to study after school, she 'won' a scholarship and I encouraged her to take it. Needless to say living in a place like this, she left. Gone for about a year now. She said she would come back for me…she never did. I don't blame her. My younger sister, Ashley, was taken into foster care when my died…I haven't seen her since.
I've been alone sine then, until now that is. I was diagnosed with a disease in my stomach. It's rare and that means that the treatment-which was almost impossible to obtain-was also impossible for me to pay. Which is why I was suggested to enter a "Help-The-Helpless" type of charity fund, called Hope.
What they do is (obviously) Help people. They offer them alternatives to their current affairs, a better lifestyle so to speak. Apparently mine needed drastic attention because I am now on my way to be married yes married. To some big shot business man, Edward Cullen, who apparently "heard" of my case and his "heart just bled" so he "offered to marry me". His heart bled so much that I had to sign a document that ensures that once I have recovered he gets an annulment. Perfect.
At first I refused. Then not so slowly but surely, my health started deteriorating and marriage seemed the best option when compared to death. So here I am, beginning my married life, a new start, an actual home. I walked in and-woah! Okay, I walked into a room in my new house, only house more like it, to discover my "husband" with a red haired draped across him.
The treatment seemed harder than the disease.
