Disclaimer: Please be kind this is my first fanfict on this site, so be kind! I don't own Twilight sadly so don't sue. But Samantha, Ryan, and Zachary are mine.
It had been a hard hundred years since I found out that my beloved husband had been pronounced missing in action and presumed dead.
I know what you must be thinking, "How can it be one hundred years ago?" That is the easiest thing in this whole story to explain. I'm a
vampire, I was changed about 1874 i'm not very sure though because we really never took track of the years going by. I was changed because
I was dying. This is my story of love, hate, abuse, depression, motherhood, sadness, and a whole lot more. It all started the day I was born, I was
born on October 2nd, 1856. The same day and time that my future husband was born. I had an older brother and an older sister at the time but
soon after I was born my sister died of the Mumps. Her name, I had been told, was Anna. My father had been glad that my sister had died, he was
the most evil man I would ever meet. My father's name was Scott Waters who was a lazy drunk that abused his family, he also worked as a blacksmith.
My mother was the kindest person I would ever meet, when my sister died she had been devastated but had to keep strong because she still had two
children to look after. Her name was Anna Maria Flower Waters. She had been saved by my father and in debt her family gave my mother to my father.
My mother was always trying to protect My brother Zachary and I, but it didn't always work. When I was about three years old, my mother had given birth
to my baby brother, Ryan. I had already, by then, had been making friends with my future husband and his little sister Samantha. When I was about nine
my future husband and I went to the last day of the fair near our houses. I loved to get away from my house but before i left my mother told me that she
would always love me. I had thought it was weird that she had said that because i knew that she would always love me already. Anyway we got to the
fair and we rode all the rides. But when i got glance of a clown i started to pull on the arm of my future husband and he turned and knew what was wrong
when he saw the clown. I hated clowns because they always thought it was so funny to pretend to hurt each other. So we left, but when we were turning
the corner we smelled the scent of smoke. I saw the smoke coming from what i thought was my house! I ran as fast i could to my house or what was left
of it. When i got to what was supposed to be the front of my house i saw only ash, roof tiles, and my doll that my mother had gotten for me. I ran towards
my doll and grabbed it. My future husband came up behind me and hugged me. I started to cry so hard i thought that i would never stop.
