Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome! "A Lost Girl" was my first fanfiction ever (I actually started writing it way back in 2012). It was originally was written in German and received some pretty positive feedback, so I decided to make it accessible to a wider audience and started translating.
Some general information: I'm keeping the canon pairings, the Cullens are all vampires. There will be no wolves in this story (I never was a huge fan of them anyway). It is rated M for quite a bit of violence, but there most likely won't be any lemons and I am not planning on having any really discriptive violence-related scenes either, so I might change the rating to T sometime, I'm not sure yet.
I also want to warn you that it will take quite a few chapters until the actual love story starts, as Bella and the Cullens first have to go through some tough stuff. Don't let that scare you off. It'll be worth it!
As I said already, this is a translation, but if you have any requests or suggestions regarding the story - I'd love to hear them. Is there anything I keep doing wrong (like English-wise)? Let me know. Anything you really like? Let me know. Any feedback is highly appreciated! Happy reading!
(And yes, I have completely replaced the original prologue with something I hope will fit this story a little better)
Prologue
12-10-11/10:24 p.m.
Forks, WA
Bella's Pov.
Rain was violently drumming against my window, but the storm outside was nothing in comparison to the one raging inside of me. I had wrapped my arms around my knees in an attempt to hold myself together, but it still felt like my world had fallen apart and been split into a million little pieces and there was nothing I could do to keep them from drifting apart even further. The past few months had been like an unending nightmare and I was starting to lose all hope.
Sure, I had an amazing family and great friends. I was good-looking, smart, and well-liked, but what was the point of going on if life would just continue to tear me down? How could I know that this life wouldn't just continue to get worse and worse? I always tried to look on the bright side and find some sort of silver lining at the horizon, but weeks had gone by and I still hadn't found anything of substance. The Cullens had been nice enough, but how could I know that they wouldn't hurt me?
After all, I had trusted Jacob with all my heart and he had betrayed my trust in the most terrible way. Things had already been difficult before, but two months ago, he had killed the little spark of hope inside of me that he himself had planted and I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to lead a normal life again. Why had I let him have so much control over me? He had made me leave my family – my parents, Abby, my little sunshine – behind. I had run for my life and not even that had worked. So, what possibly could? And if I couldn't trust him, whom could I trust?
My whole life seemed like an endless series of awful events and terrible luck, so was it really worth it?