"And they all lived happily ever after! THE END!"

Happily ever after, what a load of bull.

I used to be the type of girl who believed in fairy tales. But that was a long time ago. Before, everything.

Before I lost everything: my boyfriend, my humanity, my identity, my life.

I was just a shadow, a weak imitation of what I had once been.

What I had been before fate decided to screw me over.

Over and over again.

First I met Sam. He was my first love, I thought he was my soul mate. I loved him dearly. Then came Emily, and well we all know how that ended.

Second, I phased. Me, a girl, well at least that's what I was. She-wolves aren't supposed to exist, but you can guess who ends up being a freak of nature!

Third, my father died. Because of the shock of my phasing. Yeah, good going Leah.

Fourth, I became friends with Jacob, because I thought he understood me, he was broken too. Then Nessie came along, and that was all shot to hell.

So here I am today, Leah Clearwater: Bitter, bitchy, freak-of-nature, screwed over, messed up harpy. That pretty much sums it up.

Oh and you might want to add soulless into that. Because I lost my soul when I lost my soul mate. Unless I never had one to begin with, which would explain why he chose her over me.

I wasnt quite sure what to make of myself anymore.

I used to be happy. A long time ago. Back when my father was still alive, Jacob was just some annoying boy that my brother worshiped, Sam was still my boyfriend and werewolves and vampires only existed in horror movies and scary stories.

But again, that was a long time ago.

So what happened? What happened to Leah Clearwater?

Now some people would blame the Cullens for my misery, after all, they were the vampires to enter the area, they were the ones to set off the gene. But I don't blame them. Because some vampire would have passed through at some point, pausing just long enough to set off the phasing, even if it didn't stick around long enough to fight. No it's not the Cullen's fault, I blame fate.

I must have been born under an unlucky star, the planets must have been aligned some specific way when I was born. I don't know, I had never been into all that astrology crap.

Whatever the reason, I now had to deal with it, and I did that the best way I could.

I built up a wall around my heart, and painted a mean face on it, hoping to scare everyone away.

And if that doesnt work,

I'm screwed.