I had gone to bed like usual, I swear. It had been a normal night and everything had been normal. I had been in Forks for one night and this happened.
I had moved to Forks to live with my dad because my mom got remarried. Phil was a great guy but I just wanted to give them alone time to do newly married stuff in privet. So I moved with my dad. I arrived home and ate some food and went to bed. That was the official story. The real reason was the incident that would haunt me for the rest of my life.
I woke up to find there was a breeze and it was a bit chilly. I went to reach for my blanket but didn't find one. I opened my eyes to find I was outside in the middle of the woods. I was in the woods, in my pyjamas, laying in the dirt.
I looked around to find three people laying around me. But the were dead, they had bite marks on their necks and from what I could tell were completely drained of blood. Horrified I snuck home and into my window. My clothes were blood stained, my teeth we caked with blood, and my stomach felt unusually full.
That was also the incident that brought out my other strange abilities. Strength, speed, grace and weird appitites. But the official story was I was moving because of my moms new husband and I was sticking to it.