Hey guys, this is my very first Twilight fanfiction.
Please read this:
I do not own any characters from the original story, except my own.
The songs used, are my own as I wrote them myself.
This fanfic, is a little bit more different then other fanfics.
I thought of this and have been writing it for quite some time - around two weeks.
And after all, it is my fanfic.
So please, don't leave reviews like how I should stick to Bella and Edward, and stuff like that.
Criticism is allowed, but please be polite about it.
Reviews would help me by typing more, and any ideas or suggestions are welcomed.
Thanks, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Have you ever felt like you were suffocating, even though you were alone in your room? Have you ever felt left out, even though you were surrounded by a huge crowd? Have you ever felt like nothing was important anymore, not even your own life? Have you ever fallen in love so hard, you couldn't fall out of it at all?
I live in a small town in Washington – Forks, where it was rare for a sunny day but a fan of rain and clouds. Everyone knew everyone here, and it was hard to not like the people here, for they were very friendly. Everywhere you'd look, you would see couples holding hands, children running and playing around with each other or a group of friends just hanging out.
Sadly, I'm not one of them.
My name is Xavier Will. I don't have a last name. I came into this world in the year 1990, the 17th of May. I warn you, I am not the happy-go-lucky kind of person. I'm not the school's jock or neither am I the 'boy-next-door'. In fact, I'm just the opposite.
I'm the person you would see walking down alone the street, with dogs trailing behind me, sniffing suspiciously at me. I'm the one you would never see in class, but you could find me in the school's car parking lot, in my car, listening to some death metal. I'm the one who smiles, and set little children screaming and running to their parents, who give me deathly glares.
My parents had thrown me out of the house. That was two years ago. I had a little sister; her name was Rachel. She was only 10. She was forbidden to talk to me, or even look at me. My so-called mother had sent her away to an aunt, to keep her 'safe' from me. I do not know where she is now… The last thing my Rachel had said to me was, "I will always love you, Xavier." One night, I got into a fight with my father. I ended up against the wall, my nose bleeding and I had bruises all over my body. I had been going through this for the past three years; ever since he became an alcoholic. I wept that night, and was determined to get myself out of the house. I had everything ready. It was all packed. But what went wrong?
It was midnight. I was almost out of the house, till I felt rough hands grabbing my shirt from behind and threw me against the stairs. I heard Rachel's faint scream my name and after a few punches, I blacked out.
I guess I deserve it. After all, I'm a monster.
Who could love a monster?
One did.
It all happened a long time ago…