Is this girl seriously posting ANOTHER story? What the hell? She doesn't update fast enough! GTFO! Another story? -.-

Yes'Siree, I am:D

I was daydreaming actually when this came to mind. . . Maybe math class is good for something! I came up with the idea myself alright? I would've posted it earlier, but then I saw that someone else had Edward turned into a werewolf -.- I got mad! I was like ,"THAT BITCH STOLE MY FUCKING IDEA!"

But then I realized; Great Minds Think Alike.(:

Hopefully people like this story, please review the first chapter to show me your interested?:D I'm not a review hog, but I do like them on my first chapters very much:)

Prologue

Dying was never something I never really like to think about. It seemed to scary. I didn't even like to watch death. Not even in movies. This isn't a movie, though and usually the good person always lives.

I'm a good person, or at least I thought I was. So why am I about to die, right now? In front of a bunch of mirrors, too. My body was scarred with red slashes. My blood streaming slowly, painfully slow, like acid burning into other cuts.

His white teeth grazed on my naked shoulder. James. I really thought I'd be safer than this.

Edward should be here. To save me. To save himself, by saving me.

Victoria said he imprinted. I don't believe that. A wolf can't have two imprints. Even if he is a descendant from the alpha-dog, like Jake. It doesn't matter or at least it shouldn't.

I'm his imprint. His soul mate. His 'love'. At some point, I even considered letting him have all of me. Not anymore. He'd be here, comforting me. Saving me. Saving everything. Making everything better.

Jacob never said he'd leave me. Where is he now, though? He claimed to love me, too. Nobody's here in this room with me, besides James. Jacob is a liar. He lied about protecting me on the sidelines, in case Edward didn't do a good job. The sidelines are empty.

James' hands wrapped themselves around my bare waist.

Maybe this is my fault. It's my fault that my dad almost died. It's my fault my mom lost something so important to her. Phil should'nt have let me stay with them when I was a little girl. A little girl.

I'm not a little girl anymore. I never will be. I wish I could go back and be a little girl. A little girl with a future. A little girl, who was ignorant about everything.

My breathing accelerated, as I felt death coming closer. It was holding me in it's arms at the moment, though. I couldn't escape, so why should I try? He'd probably let me run around like a chicken with its head cut off and then trap me again.

The feeling in my body has gone and left. Everything is cold. My muscles ache.

"I promise," James panted, "I won't be gentle."

Closing my eyes, I whispered, "I never expected you to be." Victoria will be mad. I wouldn't hold her to not dance around my body, or ashes if they decide to burn me. I hope they don't catch on fire by accident. Their ashes shouldn't merge with mine. Disgusting.

She wanted to burn me when our eyes first met. I'll always wonder why she hated me so much. I was nice to her and she was a witch to me. There is no such thing as bad people though, just bad decisions. A voice in my head always told me that, so why shouldn't I believe it?

"Any last words?" He's letting me say things before I die, how nice. What good will they do, though? I doubt he'll keep record of them.

Shakily, I replied, "A few."

He grunted, "What are they? You won't live to see the morning sun. Might as well say them out loud now."

Tears formed in my eyes, this was it. "At some point, you were good. And you felt happy. I hope you get happy soon."

After that, I didn't feel anything. Nothing. I was fading away. Fading, just keep fading.

And, I'm gone.

So? The prologue is kind of depressing. . . It'll be a happy story though! Well, for the most part(x