Chapter 1: The Wish

Author's Note: This is just the prologue to a story I have (somewhat) planned out. Please read, review, and leave critique/compliments if you want. If I get good feedback (this includes positive comments and/or constructive criticism) I'll continute the story. Thanks!

"You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true." – Richard Bach

Bella POV:

Months flew by. October turned into November. November to December. Leaves fell and died. The first snowfall of the winter came and went. Everything lay dormant, undisturbed. 73 days. That's how long I had lived with Edward. Although I don't think I could classify my existence as living. I didn't talk to anyone, but inside I was screaming. I screamed at everyone who felt happiness. I screamed at everyone who was loved. I screamed at myself for loving him.

I sat by myself in biology. Weeks had passed, but I could still hear people talking about me behind my back. I couldn't bear to have an empty seat next to me, but I couldn't bring myself to sit next to anyone else. I made it habitual to place my books where Edward used to sit, to show that I was okay being alone, like I didn't need anyone. Students began to trickle into the room, talking simultaneously about their weekends, their accomplishments, their pain. Their pain. I always snorted when I heard someone talking about pain. They didn't know pain like I did. I sat slumped over the table, my chin resting on my left palm. I always watched the door, hoping – just hoping – that Edward would walk in the classroom. The hole in my chest was gaping open. It felt rawer today, and I was sure it was noticeable. I looked down. Nope. No hole. No evidence that Edward punched his fist in my chest and ripped out my heart. I laughed bitterly to myself, and then clutched the area above my heart. Ow.

"No one's sitting hear, right?" I almost fell out of my chair in surprise. When my heart started beating again, I acknowledged the scrawny girl sitting in Edward's seat. Why would she think anyone was sitting there? I mean, other than the fact that my books were occupying the space, I thought bitterly.

"No," I spat. Not anymore, I added in my head.

"My name's Espere. I just moved here a couple days ago," her voice seemed to trail off. I guess she saw the venom in my eyes. We sat in silence, never looking at each other, never noting each other's presence. I finally mustered the courage to look at her face. Her eyes were two different colors: blue and green. She had soft brown hair, and I had the sudden urge to reach out and touch it. Her lips reminded me of Edward, and I cringed. She noticed, because before I could look away, she was talking to me again.

"Do you have a boyfriend? I used to have one, but he broke up with me. He said that it was too hard having a long distance relationship," she whispered. I guessed her wounds were still pretty fresh.

"No. I did, until he left," I replied. I thought I was doing good, talking about it, until I choked on the last word. My throat hurt. Months had passed, and I still couldn't bring myself to admit that Edward had left.

"If you could wish for anything in the world, what would it be?"

What would I wish for? If I was in a beauty pageant I would say world peace. But I wasn't; I was free to sounds as selfish as I wanted. I would wish for Edward to come back to me, I thought. Suddenly, I doubled over with pain. I fell to the floor, and through the earth. I was about to call up to Edward, but then I realized he wasn't there to save me. Not this time. I opened my eyes. I hadn't remembered closing them. "I wish that Edward Cullen never came to Forks High School," I mumbled.

"Done."

Author's Note: I know that it sounds like there will be no Edward in this fanfic, but believe me, there will be MUCHO EDWARD! (I love him too much to leave him out.)