Dear Diary
I, I didn't want to come to Forks, who would. I don't like it here I can't see when they will die in a way it's a blessing, but if I can't see their death date then their already dead, how? I dream of a lady, a lady named Stephanie she dreams of my life and writes it down, but she dreams of another me. A me who hasn't spent half their life in a sanatorium, a me with a vampire boyfriend who is loving and a shapeshifter friend who is kind. What lies they are.
The first day I was at school there was a substitute principle, one named Aro a queer name, and he had no death date. He was the first of many, most of the teachers had no death date, and ten of the students had no date either. I gathered the information that 5 of them were just passing through they were Alec, Jane, Felix, Chelsea and Demetrius as well as some of the teacher like Caius Marcus and Heidi.
When I got home I locked my window and put my blood on the any thresholds and any window panes, this kid I knew in phoenix said that if you did that then no could get in, I believed him. Turns out it works, one of the Cullen's and a couple of the Volturi's came for a midnight visit, I sleep light, I heard someone talking extremely fast at my window about the blood I sat up, fast and noticed them. They were still arguing so I screamed they looked at me, and for the first time I looked into one of the Volturi's eyes, Janes. I saw her at the stake, burning and screaming, alec was next to her with a blindfold and was trying to escape the flames and then there was Aro saving them and killing everyone else.
The next morning I used the blood wards on my shoes and on my car, I remembered to take my pills. Rosalie cornered me and leapt at me trying to kill me, she was thrown back when she hit the barrier. The Volturis came around the corner and was stunned to see Rosalie on the ground bleeding this sort of clear silvery liquid, it was like what they used as unicorn blood in the harry Potter movie it was unsettling to say the least the way Aro, Caius and Marcus were looking. I ran.
They came again tonight they were at the window and the door but they couldnt get in, thank the lord.
Now they're gone, but they still visit, at night. Every two weeks, and even then I'm still going to hang myself, I'll never have a moment of peace and according to my death date I have to die in 20 years, lets change it to 20 minutes. Grace delivered the noose yesterday, its time to close the curtain and take a bow. After all, there's not a place in this world where someone insane can fit into.
Isabella Marie Swan
Died age 17
13/11/12
R.I.P