If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here. He was the reason I was like this, or at least that's what I tell myself to keep from bursting into tears. It happened so long ago, and yet not. My head is full of thoughts now, so full I can't sort them out. Am I myself, or am I a monster?
First chapter in a hopefully good series. I wanted to do a story about Bella being a vampire because I hated all the stupid things people did. I like the idea of Edward not being there, but some of the powers given to her are stupid and don't fit with how she was in her human life at all. Anyway, this is my version and no one has to like it.
All the Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer and I don't own them. There will be no added in characters unless they are necessary, I really don't want to put myself into this world.