PREFACE
I can tell before I even open my eyes that this isn't where I fell asleep.
I can smell the woods, feel the damp ground under my bare legs. I can tell that my pajamas are wet and sticky.
I open my eyes, stand up and learn that I am indeed in the woods, it is morning. The sky in Forks is as usual cloudy and gray.
Then I look down and my stomach gives a hurendous twist and I nearly barf.
There are bodies piled around my feet, four of them. They are covered in bites.
My pajamas are covered in blood. And I know it's not mine.
I also know that I am responsible.
I look back to how this all started and wish I could turn back the clock.
