Authors Note : This here is my very first go at a fanfiction. It might take me a while between updates as I have a lot of things going on in my life. I can't say that you will like this story. I can't say that my writing will be impecable (because it won't) but I am going to give this my best shot.
I'd like to say thankyou to my beta's Megsly, Marykat and Sprinkledwithtwilight for picking me up on my mistakes and encouraging me to actually get round to writing. And I would like to thank my sister he's not married-he's canadian for letting me bounce all my silly little ideas off of her.
Disclaimer: I own a very pretty top, I own a pack of roundtrees randoms, I own a hairbrush, I own shoes, I own a walking stick. But I do not own twilight or any of the twilight series to that end.
Prologue
"You… don't… want me?" I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, placed in that order.
"No."
And then it began; the months of emptiness.
I did nothing.
From September to January there was nothing but the incessant waves of pain washing over me, holding me down. Not letting me resurface yet not letting me lose consciousness. I was stuck somewhere between my two worst nightmares, feeling nothing and feeling everything.
Time passes, it's inevitable nothing can stop time, and time – for most of us – is limited.