You Call It Madness, But I Call It Love

by I Eat Staples

Bella moves to Forks to escape her haunting past. She befriends the bizarre and beautiful Edward Cullen. But soon everything changes, and Bella's life is changed again, in ways she could never imagine. Rated M for language, and adult content. AU, AH

Hello my lovelies. This is the prologue for my first story "You Call It Madness, I Call It Love" I hope you like it. And if you do, please review I will continue if I get enough reviews, and people actually like it! Criticism is welcome. No flames please.

love,

I Eat Staples

PROLOGUE

Can you say honestly say you're alive, when your life is worse then the fiery pits of hell? When you try not to breathe? When you close your eyes at night and hope you don't wake up in the morning? Things go from bad to worse, and I guess you could say it's normal. If there was such a thing as normal. Normal is the most confusing word in the English language, in any language for that matter. It means nothing. Everyone has problems. Weither they're willing to admit them or not, is another matter. Big or small, one little movement can change everything. Things can be going pleasantly swell one moment, and disastrously dreadful the next. Mine of course would be the second one. And I've learned to accept that. That is normal. Normal is absolutely fucked up. Completely screwed. Where everything is going wrong. Normal isn't sunshine and rainbows.

Have you ever heard the expression "Love is Madness."? My life brings true meaning to those three words. That is one of the rare certainties in this world. Love is mad. Love isn't normal. Weither love is just manipulated feelings, or intense feelings of confusion. I'll probably never know. Love is, like normal, a confusing word. It is also fucked up, completely screwed, and almost always wrong. Love is perfect. It's this confusing concept, that I can assure you will never be fully understood. I'll never get it, and neither will the phycologists who waste their lives trying to understand the human emotion. Why won't they just leave it at that?

My life is like a bad horror movie. The ones they sell at the discount stores for two ninety-nine. With all its drama, and blood, it's in no danger of winning an academy award. I'm still scarred. And if I look closely, I can still see the faint yellow marks from my bruises. They remind me everyday, something I won't soon forget. Love is madness. And no matter how hard you want to forget something, you can't. The voice in the back of your mind will never let it go. All the pain, and the scars, and the tears will never leave you. But there is still hope.

Somewhere out there is an explanation for this all. And somewhere out there in a mental facility is the reason my life is the way it is. But we'll survive.

Tada, I shall post more later.