Prologue
Isn't it just grand how a man named Walter Elias Disney decided to taint little girls minds into believing in fairy tales are the only way a woman can function is with a man by her side? Well damn girl not all happily ever after will be found when Prince Charming slips on that pretty little glass slipper and you get whisked away from your evil family to live in a palace like the princess you always were. Or that everything becomes magically better when you receive true loves kiss and all the woodland creatures help you clean your home. Or, my personal favorite of this madness, is that you have the power to change a man's bitter heart and save him from himself just so you can get your grubby hands on that library. You are never going to get a magic wand and have "ultimate cosmic powers" or "have all your dreams come true." Yeah, if that's not grounds to take the deal to plea insanity then I don't know what is. Thanks Mr. Disney! You're such a ham.
So let me make something perfectly clear with all of this being said. And I'm only going to say this once cuz I don't like repeating myself. I. Am not. CRAZY! Trust me, I've looked it up. According to Webster's dictionary, insanity means "the state of being seriously mentally ill; or even madness." Crazy means "mentally deranged, especially manifested in wild or aggressive behavior." Maybe, some psychologist should have been paying closer attention to the man talking to a paper mouse. I am neither of those things because I'm probably the only person on this planet with the double x chromosome that will confess with blatant vigor that she doesn't believe in fairy tales. In fact, I can't stand them. You hear THAT Walt? You can take all your pretty little pixie dust and shove it up where the sun don't shine and go to Hell!
Its just…I don't know, the experiences of the past seven months would make any trained professional believe that a psychiatric ward with a locked door and padded cells would be a benefical place for a troubled girl like me. Oh and they wouldn't hesitate to lock me up and throw away the key either. Just ask my rap sheet, my past ain't pretty. Life was never easy or simple like all those stupid, cheesy RomComs suggests. At least mine wasn't until I got the miracle of a second chance.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up to when it all stared. The day that Riley had us attack the Cullens.